New Poems

My old ally the sun shines sparkling through the upright green whisperers
Blue infinity braces itself against the soft white drifting air
Sighing softly, she sings sweet shining breaths
As the leaves high upon the sky clap slowly in time with the sighs.

The shooshing of worn sandals against the black weathered pathway
Never ceases to turn, yet steadily onwards they climb
The steep riverbank to the crest of our rise, unhurried
By the strains and stress of the normality in daily anxieties.

Small gray lizards hide hurriedly for cover, scurrying
In the soft whispy undergrowth alongside the fenceline
Untroubled by the bigger-picture of worldweariness
They snooze about for leftovers, unfazed yet secretive.

The air breathes in leaves' sighing whispers
And small ducks nose searching the freshly-mown grass
For special gifts of fresh feed, unhurried by the roar
Of unwelcomed intruders that squeal by uncaringly.

My river sparkles golden, kaleidascoped by thousands
Of leaves dancing freely in the sighing air passing.
 

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003

Monday Afternoon
 

Radio burbles innocuously behind the bedroom scene
As water floods the pipes noisily behind my common wall;
A spoons clunks in the kitchen, set aside amid the maze of utensils
Casting hundreds, containers for a meal fit for royalty,
Yet it's just the two of us, and we're only sharing the kitchen.

The ooze of incense, lit innocently beyond
Our glass door overlooking green life and darker lines
Spreads thickly, inching threateningly into every unwelcome crevice
Carried smoothly on the winds of the afternoons' smooth glare.

The offense of freshly painted hue wafts dangerous through
Our closed doorway. Still, brilliant blues in our common foyer
Remain wet to touch, and airs' subtle movement in the stuffy stairway
Spreads like paste sticking to our every dulled sensibility.

Golden afternoon warmth spreads its presence gently
Yet all-powerful, we soak humbly through its' glorious smoke.

The deepening glow of the late-afternoon sun warms my numb expressiveness
A artificial roar screeches past, gone without further thought,
Yet it represents a life with hopes, dreams and ambitions
As do I. An abstracted connection, a thin ribbon of blue-metal
Unites us unconsciously in our common human frailty.

The skittering of a starter motor awakens below my blue-floating window
A distant conversation comes through in patches like a lost dream
A passing bird cries a hurried good evening to its' fellow kind.
It's amazing how quickly the colors change as the world continues
On its ceaseless path beyond our daily naive comprehension.
The radio next room awakens without warning,
Echoing the commonality of contemporarity.

Golden afternoon warmth spreads its presence gently
Yet all-powerful, we soak humbly through its' glorious smoke.
 

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003

Various Fragments/Sketches No's 1 - 5

There are sometimes I just adore dwelling in the absurd
Like jumping into a vat of steaming custard, fighting off the ducks,
And hoping no fluids go seeping into unnatural places.
When the sky turns orange, river black, leaves red,
Wind purple, so it cannot be cut with a word,
Existing in my divine moment of absurd reality.

Sometimes when I sit in golden silence,
Silvers of inspired lunacy shard through my reality
Breaking thought free of accepted norms
Rolling in fields of green exuberance
Momentarily free from the restraints of reason.
One man's reason is another man's prison.
My own reason is a jail of conflicting sparring-partners.
Hence absurdity releases the tension when taughtness alarms.
Harmless, selfish, relaxing nonsense.
The new news brings a light relief
Outside the bounds of logical reason,
An excursion into stream-of-conscioussness absurdity,
A place to wallow in the wind of restfulness.

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003

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Mankind are all climatised by the words spoken to and over them.
How they react, seek value and ethicise
Is a product of what others have conditioned them to believe
Unconsciously programming their response to life.
Prophetic truths are what people want for,
Grasping at straws for any encouraging sign,
Always hoping for the best, reflective when it doesn't,
Reinterpreting truth for the current situation.
This is a mile away from my roots.
What happens when everything you are conditioned to believe
Is dawned as a fallacy? A dream? An ethical walking frame?
I'm not lost. I'm just in the process of unfolding a new map,
Looking at the landscape with new glasses.

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003

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What happened to that girl I used to love?
She just grew up and blew away
While I was still clinging onto our falling leaves.

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003

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Once upon a golden slumber
A wealthy young woman with hair of amber
Sat down with brush in hand;
She beheld those who laughed, and smiled
Daring not to be left behind while
Those who brought joy to the crowd
Were cheered and exalted aloud.

"Not I", said the mouse.
Alone, she sighed in silence.

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003

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i thought this was
i was wrong as impossible
that must be to admit in the
presence
of certain company

horizon a line
empty space breathes infinity
endless boundary
beyond reason and sight

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003

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Perpetuity

Flawless, ageless, timeless, freshness, faultless prowess -
Smugness, oddness, sourness, reckless nethertheless -
Shyness, speechless, jaundiced paleness -
Vagueness, powerless, homeless -
Dryness, remoteness -
Faithless.
Obit -
Forfeit, fidget -
Private, booklet, portrait -
Curate, radiate, velvet, regenerate -
Repatriate, deliberate, accredit, exhibit flibbertigibbet -
Passionate, skyrocket, laureate, graduate, immaculate circlet.

Maljam (c) 7 April 2003