Category Archives: 2012

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

Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, City, Light, Night, Poem | 1 Comment

Ceylon Tea in Lanka

Ceylon Tea in Lanka Clink. Teacup and saucer embrace. Sip. Ages of etiquette drank, enjoyed, morning, day and night. By David Bugg (2012)

Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Sri Lanka, Tradition or Ritual | Leave a comment

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 | 2 Comments

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 | Leave a comment

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

Posted in 2012, Beach, by David Bugg, Dawn, Day, Dusk, Poem, Sri Lanka, Sunrise, Sunset, Tropical | 1 Comment

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 | 1 Comment

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 | 1 Comment

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 | Leave a comment

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 | Leave a comment

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 | Leave a comment

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 | Leave a comment