Nothing can express the pain, the shock, the sorrow,
That so many loved ones, will not see tomorrow.
Yet, too, there is overwhelming gratitude and pride,
In the heroism of those who braved the hell inside.
There is beauty in London’s outpouring of love and unity,
A coming-together for the victims of our community.
On a makeshift wall lies poignant commemoration,
Flowers and cards lay at the feet of devastation.
Now, there must be a decisive reckoning –
Cry a rage for change that’s deafening!
No more can they neglect to protect the poor,
We demand and must have so much more.
Are you a bird that flies in formation?
Or are you an individual of your creation?
Do you yearn for others and structure?
Or do you hunger for endless adventure?
I know what I am, coasting on clean clouds,
Flung high in mid-air far from the crowds.
The skies are oceans for my discovery,
These wings will keep beating my reverie.
The Sun shone down on us like there was no tomorrow,
Like her light shone so brightly it extinguished our sorrow.
The Moon beamed a glow that was peaceful and wise,
As our fear and discomfort waxes and dies.
The Star looks on the Sun and Moon with nought but love.
These guardian angels of mine – sent from above.
Oh, great city of Manchester!
How our hearts go out to her.
Tales of bloody devastation,
Can only defy our imagination.
Yet, in such times of fear,
Look and know we are here,
One community for good,
Peace and love understood.
Your pain echoes and is felt,
With the awful hand dealt,
Yet, your strength is louder,
The world feels your power.
Gone – but not forgotten.
Hurt – but not stopped.
Live on, Manchester and thrive!
Because terror we will survive.
Enrobe yourself in gratitude,
For friends’ and family’s health
Give thanks for the plenitude,
Life can be full of unfelt wealth.
My, how I am grateful,
My heart and soul rejoice,
My body made mindful,
This happiness is a choice.
There is so much to cherish,
Each and every breath I take.
So much sweetness to relish,
From sun-up to close of day.
Embrace and exude gratitude!
Lighter the heart, clearer the eye,
It’s a celebration and an attitude,
Every morning it’s my reason why.
Saturn’s mysterious moon – Enceladus!
Oh! Please, won’t you enamour us?
With your many geysers and oceans,
Forgive us, our humble emotions.
The thought of hidden water and wonder,
Far, from our quivering Earth’s thunder…
Covered in ice, you shining space mirror,
Oh! How you reflect the sky’s shimmer.
Tell! How did your silver shores feel?
When Cassini your beauty did reveal?
Images of your secret treasure troves,
Sent back to human’s screens in droves.
What more to know and discover…?!
Will you be our lonely planet’s lover?
Until then we will continue to adore,
You, the great Enceladus, evermore.
Pulses through my veins like wildfire.
Is this, at last, my carnal erudition?
My heart held hostage in its abduction.
In the leathered tongues of your kiss.
My mind welcomes its final damnation.
The sky was pink-turning-mauve, shaded clouds and the sun’s last kiss as dusk rises to taste it. The city stares on, weaving and shaping below and I, walk.
Here are the boys on the corner smoking weed and eyeing women. Here’s the unclaimed person cursing under their breath or at the top of their lungs. There are the school kids messing around before dinner. There’s the business woman powering past with tormented precision. Here is the zombie, the screen slave, walking into you and never knowing you’re there. There are the pub-goers, the belchers, the football followers. Here’s the exhausted shop-keep who always smiles but never for himself. There are the young pros, lapping up the after work drinks and pretending they only smoke when they’ve had a few, prancers and posers, with all the optimism of unchecked youth. Here’s the proud new owner of a pizza place, that’s already sick of the smell, rethinking his hopes and questioning his dreams.
There’s my door, my wooden door.
So, one last glance at that perfect sunset, that unique skyscape and life flitting on below.
The utter wonder of it all: the transience, the fragility, the unending diversity and the wry predictability. What could possibly be more beautiful than that; the multi toned splendor of all those faces and stories, the simple beauty of the sky at sunset and the grey, ground, grit of this city. London.
There in the budded musk,
Sanded brown at dusk.
Defiant pillars to the winds,
Bountiful strength within.
Alone – in the hot, thick night,
Nought but downy dunes in sight.
There go the silent shepherds,
In their slow, musky herds.
Hail – the dromedary! Creatures quite extraordinary.
Camelus dromedarius, gentle and mysterious.