Category Archives: Quotes & Poems

I’m An Atom

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I’ve been a blade of grass

I’ve been an atomic blast

I’ve been the hand stroking a loved one’s hair

I’ve been a fibre on your favourite chair

I’m an atom and I’ve been everywhere

 

I’ve been the mountain up on high

I’ve been the star shooting across the sky

I’ve been the sole beneath your boot

I’ve been the gold in a robber’s loot

I’m an atom and I’ve been everywhere

 

We are both the same, me and you

So, don’t let religion tell you what to do

They threaten you with the man in the sky

Who will send you to hell when you die

 

But, we are atoms you and I

For timeless eternity we will fly

We are atoms and will never die

Encounter

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I was inspired to write this poem after an encounter I had with a homeless man in a bus shelter in Sand Bay, near Weston-super-Mare, on Sunday, June 29th, 2025.

Old homeless man
I tried to help you
Disheveled and smelly
I only wanted to put food in your belly
You shunned my kindness
But it’s all good
I don’t know your soul
I don’t know your story
I see you are troubled
But you conceal your glory
Within the flesh
We are brothers as one
We were both born, and
Will one day both be done
It’s impossible to help everyone
It’s a soul’s right to refuse
So, as you journey forward
May your angels guide you
I wish you well my lost brother

The Sweet Song Of Enlightenment

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As the lotus greets the first rays of the morning sun

So does the soul awaken to the sweet song of enlightenment

Like a temple bell calling a monk back to the present moment

The soul remembers its true nature, and

Immediately basks in its glory

The Silent Chamber

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In the silent chamber of the heart shall you know the timeless nature of Being…

Nearing The End Of The Day

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As the late Spring evening ambles to a close

The birds sing a gentle lullaby to the trees

An equally gentle breeze kisses the green-clad branches

Coaxing one final dance before night closes in

 

As stillness prepares to descend

All is at peace

All is well

Return To Sand Bay

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I heard you calling me

Tugging at my heart strings

You felt my yearning,

Yearning for your tranquility

You reeled me in; I had no resistance

 

I sat down, and was immediately greeted by the chatter of magpies

Once again, a chill breeze and the warmth of the sun vied for my attention

The sun tried its hardest to protect me from its adversary

But alas, on this occasion it was no contest

The chill bullied the mighty fireball into submission

 

By way of soothing song

The birds offered their sympathies

To the sun with the bloodied nose

 

My fiery friend

You shall surely live another day

To once again cloak me

In the warmth of your loving care

 

The Wisdom Of The Planets

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Hello planets!

Are you trying by your twinkling

To give me an inkling

Of the secrets you hold

Or, are you winking

Or just blinking

Or maybe thinking

That they are not to be told

 

The planets pondered this strange musing and replied…

 

We are neither winking nor blinking, but

We are most certainly thinking to ourselves

Why you look to the sky and not within

When all the secrets of the universe are within you

This is our lesson to your species

Do not be distracted by things that glitter

Do you not have a saying…

“All that glitters is not gold”

 

Do not look to the heavens

When the gold you seek is within you

 

 

 

Introspection

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Introspection, diving deep

Introspection, wake me from this sleep

The road seems so long, and

The journey so rough

At times, this soul feels like he’s had enough

Tired and weary, lethargic, withdrawn

Then all of a sudden

A wonderful new dawn

Creative juices gush forth

Flowers bloom

Ideas flow

Obliterating the gloom

Introspection, diving deep

Introspection, wake me from this sleep

The Rock

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Here is the second of my sea-related verses from my trip to Weston-Super-Mare.

Mighty rock, stone of wonder who or what has hewn you asunder?

Twas the sea, the mighty sea; the mighty sea did this to me.

But she laps so gently, she whispers calm? How can one so serene and tender fashion you thus?

I have no power in her presence, all melt before her. Like a skilled artisan has she fashioned me, with both her anger and her peace, for both are born out of love. Before, I was dull and unsightly, now I am born anew. I surrender to her whims and await my next adventure…

The Bristol Channel

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Photo by Ottr Dan on Unsplash

For those of you that have been reading my most recent posts, you will be aware that I was inspired by the violent storm that blew during my trip to Falmouth in Cornwall at the end of January. Although it was clearly not the worst storm ever, it was easily the worst one I’ve ever experienced first hand. In contrast to that, I couldn’t believe how tranquil the sea was during my trip to Weston-Super-Mare in North Somerset at the end of February. Once again, I was inspired to write and I came up with two poems/short stories that I shall be sharing this week. Here’s the first one:

I hear you in the distance talking to me; your tranquility speaks volumes. Almost as soon as I sit myself down, the birds serenade me with a symphony fit for a king. The cold breeze and the warm sun hug me in unison as I gaze out across the mud flats of Sand Bay, trying to fathom what you are saying. A sudden epiphany informs me that your message is in your silence.

A silence that transcends the birdsong, the breeze and the warmth of the sun.

A silence that speaks of Love, Love in all its purity, all its glory.

Oh Bristol Channel, I hear your silence loud and clear.

We are at peace…