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Category Archives: Poem
Dharma Bum
Dharma Bum Hum drum clunking run, on rails above a Dharma bum… leans on nostalgia to deepen the lightness welcomes true murkiness and fake city brightness. London’s litter hides, backward ebbing tides, a phantom gaggle glides, Mayan clocks tock on … Continue reading
Lankan Hill Country
Lankan Hill Country On a mat a peon prays. Bus windows clatter. Almost onomatopoeia. On her lap a child lays. Deep set eyes fearful. Journey to find her son a cure. Dusty, proud a picker’s trade. Plastic sacks contrast. Bright … Continue reading
Posted in 2012, Life & Obervations, People, Poem, Sri Lanka, Travel
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Monsoon
Monsoon Endless rain. Endless rain. Voices strain drowned out, drops march as armies. Endless leaves, 400 greens of canopies. Trees Stand Straight, No flinch. Drenched. By endless rain. By David Bugg (2012)
Photo Poem: “On Entering The Woods”
On Entering The Woods On entering the woods, external noise is lessened and daylight settles for that shadowy compromise. On passing under the trees, the body’s genes tighten and senses heighten to recall a wilder past. On leaving behind the … Continue reading
Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Forest, Life & Obervations, Nature, Poem, Sound
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Twelve hour day
Twelve hour day Santa Claus is coming…to town Accompanies squawks from parakeets as…the sun…rises. Motionless unaware of sound, I am casually regarded. A grey monkey fist clenched munches on a leaf. We understand one another. And still the sun bakes … Continue reading
Of Polonnaruwa and Midday Heat
Of Polonnaruwa and Midday Heat Troops of children breathe and learn, of cultures hewn from stone. Ancient peoples long removed, their ruins lacking throne. From sun-baked sandals Toes protrude, Or hardened soles meet Soil nude, Bare behinds from dwarves Cavorting, … Continue reading
Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Heat, Poem, Religion, Spirituality, Sri Lanka, Travel, Tropical
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Unbearable Lightness
Unbearable Lightness He waits… and waits… then like buses 2 arrive oh and a third. The wait is over and the unbearable lightness becomes lighter. By David Bugg (April 2011)
Posted in 2011, by David Bugg, Life & Obervations, People, Poem
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Pre-justice
Pre-justice Gold watch, Pink tie, Shoes gleam like owner. You decide, already. A man, imprisoned, guilty without trial. Cell block Y. Categorised. By David Bugg (2012)
Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Life & Obervations, People, Poem
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Futile? Vanity.
Futile? Vanity. Quadriceps burn, like chilli oil injected, and veins pulse. Grey muscles, ache like legs ever pounding psycho marathons but no finish. Just dotted lines, re-written targets, over shoulder, then empty. Only forward makes sense, at least to us, … Continue reading
Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Life & Obervations, People, Poem, Spirituality
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The Girl Looks
The Girl Looks The girl has the look, as if she knows she has it, she looks inward, wears a social shield, amor chinks pierced solely by well sharpened swords, from professional gamesmen. Else, the fool is fooled again? Perhaps. … Continue reading
Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Love, People, Poem
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Font vs Text
Font vs Text The font needs text, like the adjective needs the noun. Points, dashes, they come and go. Pts, they cum + go By David Bugg (2012)
Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Language, Poem, Poetry, Text
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Photo Poem: “What Zedong Said…”
What Zedong Said… Amateurs speak with broken prose, verse scrubbed clean of grime, and lines that end in perfect rhyme. Whilst students tend the teachers’ needs cut-backs bring families to their knees, a young girl’s biro ebbs and bleeds, black … Continue reading
Posted in 2010, Arab Spring, Art, Artists, by David Bugg, Credit Crunch, Culture & Art, Economy, Life & Obervations, Poem, Poetry, Recession, Revolution
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Philadelphia
Philadelphia All that happens is smoke drifts like a magic carpet. Pale amber lights flicker to remind us they are working. Clouds, dull grey, pretend to care as part of a half hearted yet likeable sky. By David Bugg (2012)
Posted in 2012, Airport, by David Bugg, City, city, Light, Poem, Sky, Travel
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Rocket
Rocket Set the rules Then pick and choose Who gets to Hop – skip – run – leap – jump kick things off. One to fire 5 to race Fastest pace Leaves 4 to chase Then 3 do battle First … Continue reading
Posted in 2011, by David Bugg, Games, Photo, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
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Dog Fur to Tick
Dog Fur to Tick I make you tick parasite life dog fur to tick. You feed off me I make you click A friendly flea dog fur to tick parasitic means for sharing worldly scenes within one hug. by David … Continue reading
Posted in 2009, by David Bugg, Love, Poem
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Likened to Mud
Likened to Mud I stick to mud You stick to me Lichen to tree Like sphagnum Clings upon A stone Set deep Into a bog. By David Bugg (2009)
Posted in 2009, by David Bugg, Love, Nature, People, Poem
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Alike
Alike Brown suede – gold ring – blue jeans, alike, content, it seems, of rust – lichen – of cloud, of city life, it dreams, sleep-walks-on and on through life. By David Bugg (2009)
Posted in 2009, by David Bugg, Life & Obervations, People, Poem
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The Wall
The Wall Soles, alone, pound the organic trail chores, voluntarily, assumed and done for joy, for fun, aches rise like the thick humid damp dragging limbs (and) sagging minds. Electric, in series, empowering the soul, discharging, in parallel, head to … Continue reading
Posted in 2009, by David Bugg, Poem
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Photo Poem: “Pencil to Paper”
“Pencil to Paper” I put a question first to myself then to the page. Is it even worth writing down? Mindless plagerism, dropping of names, like Billy Collins, as Massive Attack whispered to Sunday pm sounds. Atmospheric beats stifled by … Continue reading
Posted in 2011, Billy Collins, by David Bugg, Life & Obervations, Poem, Poetry
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Lincolnshire’s Poet Laureate writes Theddlethorpe verse
Just heard a real nice poem on Country Tracks, it’s by Joel Stickley and was inspired by a warning sign on Theddlethorpe beach… Untitled (Theddlethorpe) At Theddlethorpe, the sea goes out for miles and England falls away beneath your feet … Continue reading
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Photo Poem: “Departure Loungers”
“Departure Loungers” The purple flannel suit drew my eye, “shall I buy a coca cola?” American, of course, thought I, dry as brut, my throat’s relief, A man, alone, nursing Heineken from cans. A place of big spaces travellers wait … Continue reading
Posted in 2011, Airport, by David Bugg, People, Poem, Smart Phones, Technology, Travel
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Trashed on cider by Jarvis Cocker (2005)
Not by me!! By the great Pulp front man…the poem was placed in large steel letters on the side of a building in the Forge student village in Sheffield. Trashed on cider by Jarvis Cocker (2005) Within these walls the … Continue reading
Coat by Vicki Feaver (1943-)
I have decided to add some poems I enjoy to this blog site to show you some real artists at work. I hope it is clear enough that they are not by me! Here’s one I came across in 2010 … Continue reading
Posted in by Vicki Feaver, Love, People, Poem, Poet, Poetry
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Wireless Networking
Wireless Networking Families chat face to face screen to screen from a far away place hear first words will this suffice? Teams work like teams typed out text through wireless data streams hang on a thread highly efficient? Friends like … Continue reading
Posted in 2010, by David Bugg, Poem, Technology
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Photo Poem: “All I Can See”
All I Can See The tree tops and branches, from natural stems a recycling system torn bark as cuttings birds collecting this season’s home. A layer of green and white and pink, dead trees support the living, a site of … Continue reading
Posted in 2001, by David Bugg, Nature, Poem
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Photo Poem: “Think of Everybody”
Think of Everybody Think of everyone, body you know, seen, heard imagine everybody. A grain of sand, a living desert for every body, soul imagine everybody. What you do now, they did then, make life, move, love, imagine everybody. By … Continue reading
Posted in 2009, by David Bugg, People, Poem, Population
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Photo Poem: “Poem to Night”
Poem to Night Melodies reach clouds, through chirps, and serenade gangs of stern blocks pretending to be rocks aged skins continue to soften, in a whirlpool, above as words whirl below piercing sweet wisps of pipe. The time for silence, … Continue reading
Posted in 2008, by David Bugg, Night, Poem
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“Das ist mir egal”
Das ist mir egal, dass dies mein Leben ist, weil das was ich nicht habe, hätte ich niemals vermißt. David Bugg (2000) Poor effort on my behalf here as there are some poems of old that I struggle to … Continue reading
Posted in 2000, by David Bugg, Deutsch / German, Life & Obervations, Poem
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Photo Poem: untitled
Roars of ‘encore’! And tremendous applause. The reverberation and Grand finale, friction between atmosphere and expression, between chord and string. Anxiety, excitation, passion or energy, moving or vibrational motion. Nature, art and science in unison. David Bugg (2001)
Posted in 2000, by David Bugg, Music, Photo, Photography, Poem, Poetry
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Photo Poem: “Busy, busy, might never be’s”
Busy, busy, might never be’s Busy, busy, might never be’s one step after another, cleaning up after the trees. Mow down one ant-hill, to be replaced by another, and dream of being her lonely hearts lover. David Bugg (2000) … Continue reading
Posted in 2000, by David Bugg, Life & Obervations, Poem
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Poema con Foto: “A Despertarse”
A Despertarse de pie abajo del agua del río los hombros escondidos el sentido me dio a nacerme de nuevo sin decirte dios mío adentro para afuera muy lento y sencillo las olas faltaban las alas ni paraban a nível … Continue reading
Posted in 2010, by David Bugg, Espanol, Espanol / Spanish, Foto, Language, Los Alcornocales, Nature, Photo, Photography, Poem, Poema, Poetry, Spain, Spanish
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Shikoku Haiku
(Shikoku Haiku) The lights are moving More than time is passing by The living stand still. David Bugg (2003)
Photo Poem: “Sparse”
Sparse The gaping plain stretching near far and wide so free and so spacious omni-present by your side. Envy the beings who see us through their eye many routes, many means not the same though we might try. When day … Continue reading
Posted in 2000, Birds, by David Bugg, Nature, Photo, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Sky
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Photo Poem: “Soul”
Soul When all is lost, but to blame is clear, bury thoughts deep beneath, no need to shed a tear. A warning is offered, as many would agree, things don’t always stay buried, yet never become free. Stay in reach … Continue reading
Photo Poem: “New”
New think of a feather how soft is your mind? the faintest of touches thoughts and body combined. A scratch with no scar feel love, don’t feel a thing such force within a bond stretched along a single string. David … Continue reading
Economy Class
They are fed into the machine, Grim-faced yet eager to be Sorted, by row, by class. A background hum…accompanied by Shuffles, wheezing, cough! mumble. mumble. Dry still and warm as a day baked car, Air is short and breath still … Continue reading
Posted in 2009, by David Bugg, Photo, Poem, Travel
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Baby Talk
Baby Talk What’s that? squeak, hum and blurb. Sounds like love, warm, moist as baby’s drool. Love oozes, via voice, noise, pitch. Shrieks a sure sign. Adults, grown fully, talk, baby talk. If babies could. (talk). by David Bugg (2010)
My first attempt…’Mantra’
Buddhist Prayer & Meditation Mantra Nostrils flare, engulf sunken air – thick as paddy field mud, baked, feet, soothed, free to an open dragging breeze. Deep breath. Eyes close. Breath out – gently. Air is fragile. Focus the mind On … Continue reading