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primordial process

alwayasearching

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No  things, no time,

Just Process

Process, Process.

Continual becoming,

Such pressure ongoing!

Creation from  whence

The Big Bang  came.

But it’s happening

All the time,

All the time.

But I am here with a vertex

A point of view

A perspective

Anything can happen

Tho’ common things

Happen frequently.

Everything is everywhere

All the time.

Just wait and observe.

By the Law of Least Action

At random apparently

The universe is built.

Common events occur commonly

And I can choose

As I am conscious

And have free will..

The builder?

The Everything

And Anything

The Source

Of love and power.

Is Everywhere.

So something is observed

By me

But I did not create it.

And spacetime begins.

It is always beginning

And always ending.

gc

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primordial process

006

 

No  things, no time,

Just Process

Process, Process.

Continual becoming,

Such pressure ongoing!

Creation from  whence

The Big Bang  came.

But it’s happening

All the time,

All the time.

But I am here with a vertex

A point of view

A perspective

Anything can happen

Tho’ common things

Happen frequently.

Everything is everywhere

All the time.

Just wait and observe.

By the Law of Least Action

At random apparently

The universe is built.

Common events occur commonly

And I can choose

As I am conscious

And have free will..

The builder?

The Everything

And Anything

The Source

Of love and power.

Is Everywhere.

So something is observed

By me

But I did not create it.

And spacetime begins.

It is always beginning

And always ending.

gc

looking towards Syria, dawn 21 august 2013

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Blood red towards the east was the sky that morning

But here was no blood, just desperate writhing bodies

Foaming at the mouth and gasping, struggling there.

Looking towards Syria that fateful morning.

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But there was no blood, so why the red?

Perhaps it’s Gaia‘s blush of shame.

An attack at night on sleeping children.

Looking towards Syria.  She tries to understand.

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In future years the old soldier talking with yet unborn children….

Oh yes!  He said, I was part of the brigade that did the gas attacks.

For there were many!  He talked,eyes shining, standing straight.

“I saved my country then and I am proud to tell you that.”

Looking towards Syria and trying to understand.

Text and photographs geoff clements

seamus heaney 1939 – 2013

Seamus Heaney Timeline photos
Seamus Heaney Timeline photos

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-13930435

A great man has passed by and left his mark.

I will always remember going to an evening with Seamus Heaney in Glasgow 12 years ago.  His spirit filled the hall floating on the poetry he recited.  Not always easy poetry but based on experience and validated by struggle.  The importance of tradition and having come from somewhere distinct, in his case Northern Ireland, was evident, but tempered by an enormous depth of humanity and understanding.  A Nobel Prize and his numerous academic distinctions did not change him.

Standing over Syria

Syrian traditional costume.   traveladventures.org

traveladventures.org

Details on Syria and an interactive map..

http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/asia/syrian-people12.html

Is there no other way but force?

So many have died already.

Use our imagination and humanity.

Syria is a country of the bible,

Proud peoples with an ancient history.

The world wishes that no more should die.

Gassed in their sleep like rats.

A dirty deed that no one claims.

Women and children are fleeing

Leaving their men behind to fight and die.

Let us think. There are other ways.

Who is standing for what over Syria?

Stand up! Stand up and be counted!

Geoff Clements

its all about art

Thanks to: smashingapps.com
Thanks to: smashingapps.com

Art

Is

Here now.

For us all to communicate.

Talking and sharing together makes killing  difficult.

xx

Art

Is

Sharing thoughts.

Opening oneself to other’s lives.

Talking and sharing together makes killing difficult.

xx

Sharing

Thoughts

Is art.

Only with another

Brother, sister, trusting, caring, loving.

Talking and sharing together makes killing difficult.

xx

Art

Is

about sharing

Idears  (sic) idear’s (sic)  humo(u)r.

Ideas! Yes! Only with friends one laughs for real!

 

Text Geoff Clements

 

poetical form-fibronacci series

Thanks to: helpfortheheart.wordpress.com
Thanks to: helpfortheheart.wordpress.com

What 1
Am 1
I doing? 2
Why am I here? 3
Writing this poem on WordPress? 5
You might say it’s chance, I would disagree. 8

xx
While
I
Was surfing
The net today
I discovered your poetry blog.
You might say it’s chance, I would disagree.

xx

You
Set
This task.
Like a hamster
On a wheel I run!!
You might say it’s chance, I would disagree.

xx

But
is
That so?
Do I really
Want to write this poem?
You might say it’s chance, I would disagree.

xx

For
I
Chose to
Write this poem.
I choose the words carefully.
You might say it’s chance, I would disagree.

xx

For
Me
It seems
The words appear
Already chosen in the rhythm.
You might say it’s chance, I would disagree.

xx

And
Now
I say
Goodbye! or rather
Adieu! For return I must!
Who is writing this poem now? Thee or me? *

text  Geoff Clements

*dVersePoets’Pub

each new day

017

xxx

New day is dawning fresh with morning dew.

Each new day a gift to marvel at anew.

Each seems so perfect arising with the sun.

Yet our days are numbered, until we know not when.

xxx

What will come to pass before this day is done?

We cannot know, each has their course to run.

Onward, always onward, one day from the next.

Yet our days are numbered, until we know not when.

xxx

What would be if we could see a little bit ahead?

Our fear is such, we would clutch each minute filled with dread.

Time watched, time stilled, it suffocates the soul.

Yet our days are numbered, until we know not when.

photo and text geoff clements

reflections on a summer’s day: hold one’s breath in awe!

Some things are so perfect One holds one’s breath in awe! Not a ripple, not a breeze, One holds one’s breath in awe! There is nothing there that moves One holds one’s breath in awe! The surface of the lake is flat and calm, One holds one’s breath in awe! The reflections at the edge So perfect and so true. We hold our breath in awe! photography and text geoff clements

agnetha faltskog- ‘A’

Agnetha Faltskog has begun to sing again after a long gap. One of the famous ABBA, and now a granny Agneta has returned to the recoding studio and her new album called ‘A’ has just been released. The magic which had gone has returned and her voice is rounder and has matured but is still clearly Agneta’s. There are many who have been waiting a long time for this and I don’t think they will be disappointed.
agnetha-faltskog-1

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0299611/
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http://www.universalmusic.fr/agnetha-faltskog/actu/agnetha-l-inoubliable-chanteuse-d-abba-revient-avec-l-album-a/