Poetry – A Work Of Art

A Work Of Art

Billions of years

A web,

A work of art.

Greater than

Any Picasso

A diamond

In the dark.

With eyes and ears

To see and hear

The wisdom

Of the epochs

Expressed

In seas of green

Great herds

And flocks.

Brightness of flowers

Nectar and scent.

Fur, scale and feather,

Mystery

Awe and wonder

All

That beauty meant.

Opher – 23.1.2021

What could possibly be more beautiful than the world we live on.

Nature is the greatest artist.

Life is the most wondrous piece of art.

Living sculptures that can see their own beauty.

Nothing can come near.

I wish we would appreciate it more, value it more and look after it better.

Poetry – Stop and Go

Stop and Go

I haven’t got a stop button

I’m always on the go

Haven’t got a brake pedal

I’m never going slow.

Each day is full of possibility

Wonder and awe

There never is enough time

I’m always wanting more.

So much to see and do,

So many things to make.

So much to improve

A whole world to shake.

While someone’s being cruel

And there’s a cause to be fought

There’s no time to stop

For stopping counts for naught.

Opher 17.8.2015

Stop and Go

I wrote this because I am driven. I do not have the mind that will allow me to walk past anything. I seem to have an opinion, a thousand projects and a mind that won’t keep still. As an idealist I want to make everything better. As a problem solver I see solutions all around me. As a political being I see the means to improve everything. As an optimist I think we can do anything we set our minds to. There are answers to be found. As a creator I believe we can produce wonderful, thought-provoking, happy-making things. There is beauty to be forged. There is a life to be lived and it is short. I believe in people. I want a world of love, security and wonder. I want a world to leave for future generations and I want it to be full of wildness, immense beauty and exotic creatures.

Better get on. There’s no time to lose!

Poetry – Miracles and Wonders

Miracles and Wonders

Walking on water –

It’s easy;

Just a question of temperature.

Performing miracles –

Simple;

Merely a case of nomenclature.

Everything an issue of perspective,

For all new science is wondrous.

Where religion is reprehensive,

The universe is simply lustrous.

Each day a miracle;

On the bridge

Over the river.

We walk on water

With wonders

To deliver.

Technology has a metre;

A poem of substance.

Science reveals mystery

Its understanding to enhance.

For the world is real,

An orgy of Quark,

Gathered in clans,

Holding hands

In atoms

In the dark.

We mould them,

Bolt them,

And quietly

Jolt them.

Linking them in bricks

In struts and girder,

Nails and wood,

Cement and solder.

Constructing all around us

Out of forces

We have not yet found

The sources.

Science adores the mystery

It is the basis of our history.

Opher 4.8.2015

Miracles and Wonders

Presenting science to people who have not seen it before would be the same as presenting magic.

Technology harnesses the knowledge of science to create pragmatic solutions. It makes the impossible an everyday event.

How quickly we accept the wonders given to us by science and technology. They transform our lives but we no longer accept them as miracles.

Yet every day is a miracle. The universe is a wonder.

Science is unlocking understanding on an ever widening front. Its rate is incredible. The world we live in has no comparison with the world of a mere hundred years ago. That is not due to prayer it is due to science and technology.

Yet the wonders we work with are only beginning to be understood. The densest solid has a billion times more space than matter. The forces that make the world solid are still barely understood. We have to learn to harness them and are only just beginning to unlock their secrets.

Science is only at the beginning. It thrives on secrets and mystery. Soon we will know the secrets of forever.

Poetry – Life

Life

Time in seconds

     Tick   Tick   Tick

Passing slowly

     Quick   Quick   Quick

Filled with longing

     Sick   Sick   Sick

And hopes, fears, dreams

     Pick   Pick   Pick

Rushing past now

     Trick   Trick   Trick

Gathering speed

     Lick   Lick   Lick

Crashing out now

     Kick   Kick   Kick

Time in seconds

    QUICKKICKTICK

Live it

Opher 4.8.2015

Life

It seems to go so slowly when you are young. There is an endless summer to get bored in. There are days full of nothing.

Then you leave school and the days are full. You look behind and find years stacking up.

You have a career and family and there isn’t time to breathe or energy to breathe with. But you promise yourself the things you will do tomorrow.

Then it is tomorrow and you are doing those things. It has sneaked up on you. It is like you never really got going and now it is almost over.

Time. Life.

Poetry – Consciousness

Consciousness

A flash, a pattern, lighting up the skull.

A construction of identity for us to ever mull.

A sense of reality that forms within the mind.

A delving into mystery to see what we can find.

I am alive.

I think .

I feel.

I thrive.

I am aware of what I think and feel.

I am aware of you and me.

I have memory

To give continuity.

My prized possession;

But I like to change it now and then,

For insight into other worlds,

But always back again.

Chemical and network,

Infused with electricity,

Polarising views

Of our eternity.

For consciousness is all I have.

It is the essence of me.

When I’m gone it will dissolve

And I will cease to be.

Consciousness is ephemeral

Not a spirit or a soul.

It is a physical construction

That begets our rock to roll.

I am conscious

I can see.

Imagine the universe

Without you or me.

I’m glad we evolved consciousness

In the face of such majesty.

Without the eyes to see it

Would be a waste of such beauty.

Opher 25.7.2015

Consciousness

I was taking a break from taming the beast that is ivy on the wall when I started thinking about consciousness.

I have senses that enable me to see the world, a brain to think, a sense of identity and an appreciation of everything.

The world is wondrous. The universe is spectacular. Wouldn’t it be a shame if there were no eyes to witness it, no minds to appreciate the awe and wonder of the whole celestial magic? Evolution is great.

The most incredible thing is that our senses are so limited. Our view of the universe is so partial. What we see of what goes on around us is a small percentage. The universe is very different to how we perceive it. Our consciousness is extremely limited. Most of the wonders around us go undetected.

Not so long ago the wonders of the heavens were not known and microscopic life unseen. Now we have instruments and machines to enhance our senses. It is an incredible age we live in. Our eyes are fully open to all possibility.

Yet what are we? What is this consciousness that enables us to perceive what lies around us? A flash of electricity? A chemical flow? A wave of polarisation? A network of connections?

The sum is always greater than the parts!

Poetry – Long and Hard

Long and Hard

I have thought long and hard

About the moon that is so tired;

About the sun that soars above;

About you and me and our timeless love.

Behind me stacks eternity –

A pool of dark; an endless sea.

There ahead the glow must fade

And put an end to all we’ve made.

But for now we must surely shine

Mine in yours and yours in mine.

The sun and moon we’ll give a race,

Our laughter echoes in this place.

Opher 10.6.2015

Long and Hard

You think you have an endless time ahead. You haven’t. It soon passes.

All the things you were going to do and do not get started on.

Before we are born there is nothing and there in the future it becomes nothing again. These magic moments are all we have. It is important that we make the most of every second. It is a wondrous universe and there is much to wonder at. There are lots of lovers, friends and colleagues to laugh with.

Life is wonderful. We have to make the most of the wonders we are surrounded with.

Poetry – Without Me

Without Me

The large Moon gliding through

The illuminated scales

Of some giant surreal fish

With icy-blue bitter light

Bathing the fields

With stark clarity.

As the fields rolled in eerie relief

Like a crystalline sea

I found it hard to imagine

That the scene could exist

Without me.

Opher 10.10.95

Without Me

Sometimes the world is unreal, like a stage-set. The lighting is too surreal. It bathes everything in its frigid glow and freezes it in a moment.

That night the moon was casting a bright, hard blue glow, creating sharp shadows and inky pools. It transformed the countryside into ice.

It seemed to rush across the sky yet it was the clouds streaming by. Those clouds were high and wispy and formed into the scales of some huge celestial fish that glowed with life; the life that the moon was sucking from the land.

I did not know what to look at: – the wondrous rushing panorama of the sky or the frozen ocean of the land. They were both as magnificent and unreal.

It held a story of vastness and mystique. The eye and mind were held by the spectacle. It felt like a performance, a living piece of Art, yet it was so cold and devoid of warmth. It was a tableau of beauty yet without life.

I felt as if I was the only person in the whole universe who was witnessing it. It was exhilarating yet it sent a tremor of fear through my spine.

I knew one day it would perform its similar tricks and no eyes would be there to marvel, certainly not mine.

Poetry – Wining to the End

Wining to the End

Last night I sat alone with my bottle of wine

And sipped the tiniest sip of the very last drops.

I swirled the red liquid around the bottom

And saw my reflection in the bottle.

I have loved the most beautiful women

Loved until nothing else mattered;

Wondered at the moon,

Fallen through the stars,

Travelled to the worlds of new ideas,

And seen the best that men can do.

I have tried to make sense of galaxies and cathedrals,

Listened to men whose eyes glinted with passion,

And experienced the greatest lusts.

I have read the most considered words

And wrestled with majestic ideas,

Found causes and ideals I would die for,

And seen the worst of results

From men whose eyes were hard and selfish

Yet glowed with excitement.

I have considered heaven

And imagined hell.

Discovered the greatest minds

And the most depraved,

Drunk myself unconscious,

Opened my mind to wonder,

Art, poems and stories,

Written, daubed and waffled.

I have despaired at both fun

And empty lives,

And sought meaning and fulfillment.

I finally discovered that fulfillment in family, friends and sharing

And the caress of a thousand kind words.

I have travelled and marveled

And taken so many sips and gulps

And now I am at peace savoring these

Last few –

For only in them is the flavour fully distilled.

Opher 24.3.01

Wining to the End

It is good to reach an age when you can look back over a life and feel the wonder. There are many things that you might have done differently but then you would not have been where you are.

Experience gives a person perspective and appreciation.

I have been fortunate to have lived through such times as these, times of peace, freedom and plenty, and to have found so much love and fulfillment.

There are not many periods of history, or places in the world, that have offered such sanctuary, liberty and lack of mind control. England is a gem. It has surely enabled me to blossom.

There are still many mountains I have not climbed and many more I hope to scale. I expect the views to be magnificent.

I hope my grandchildren will experience a world full of challenge and plenty of opportunity, without the fetters that can narrow a young mind.

An imprisoned mind cannot savour the taste of such heady liquor as life brings. A mind needs to be free. Life is a perfectly matured wine, full of body and bursting with flavour, to be sipped and fully appreciated.

Wining to the End

Last night I sat alone with my bottle of wine

And sipped the tiniest sip of the very last drops.

I swirled the red liquid around the bottom

And saw my reflection in the bottle.

I have loved the most beautiful women

Loved until nothing else mattered;

Wondered at the moon,

Fallen through the stars,

Travelled to the worlds of new ideas,

And seen the best that men can do.

I have tried to make sense of galaxies and cathedrals,

Listened to men whose eyes glinted with passion,

And experienced the greatest lusts.

I have read the most considered words

And wrestled with majestic ideas,

Found causes and ideals I would die for,

And seen the worst of results

From men whose eyes were hard and selfish

Yet glowed with excitement.

I have considered heaven

And imagined hell.

Discovered the greatest minds

And the most depraved,

Drunk myself unconscious,

Opened my mind to wonder,

Art, poems and stories,

Written, daubed and waffled.

I have despaired at both fun

And empty lives,

And sought meaning and fulfillment.

I finally discovered that fulfillment in family, friends and sharing

And the caress of a thousand kind words.

I have travelled and marveled

And taken so many sips and gulps

And now I am at peace savoring these

Last few –

For only in them is the flavour fully distilled.

Opher 24.3.01

Poetry – I’m White

I’m White

I’m white in the light

But I’m black at night.

For a genus so bright

It seems we rarely get it right.

Now I don’t mean to be facetious

But I’m not proud of my species.

Geologically we’re new

Though we think we know it all.

We take in the view

But before the sky we’re small.

We may share all the genes

But don’t know what that means,

Worship Gods, Kings and Queens

And still want to steal the scenes

Now I don’t want to be facetious………

I see air-head studs

Posing on the beach

Of the apocalypse

For dead-brain bitches

With fake tits

Smacking their lips.

I guess that while there’s still air to suck

We’ll fuck it up.

Opher  5.4.98

I’m White – a poem about my species and stupidity.

Somewhere out there are a bunch of blinkered white supremacists.

Somewhere out there are a bunch of blinkered black supremacists.

Somewhere out there are a bunch of blinkered brown, red, pink, orange, yellow and green supremacists.

The Jews, Christians and Muslims all worship the same god and kill each other for it. Seemingly she delights in giving different commandments to different cliques. She probably is a bit disturbed and enjoys watching the terror it causes.

There are some with so much they can afford to sponsor wars while others cry because they haven’t got a mouthful to feed their children.

Politics, religion, skin colour, ear-lobe shape, gender, height, eye-colour, nose shape, breasts – it doesn’t take much to start a war.

Poetry – TREADMILL

TREADMILL

We are living in this treadmill

That keeps ever going faster

Spinning our silk cocoons

Spiralling towards disaster

It’s hard to see through the webs we weave

To glimpse what it is we’re doing

It’s so hard to see where the energy goes

As we spin this web of ruin

So what is this whirlwind we’re harnessing?

The trap we make of life?

Dieting on light slipping through the walls

As the spinning produces strife

Surrounded with the baubles

Attached to the threads around us

Blind to the horizon

Where love can never find us

Our home can be a prison

And the planet much too small

The mental tendrils we weave

Produce a steely wall

OPHER 29.1.97

Treadmill – a poem about the life we get caught up in.

Sometimes we seem to be going at life with our heads down, trying to keep up and never getting anywhere. We lose sight of the most important things and get caught up in the trivia.

The little things clog up our minds and take up all our time and energy. We can only glimpse the things that are important to us. Love, friendship, creativity and our passions go out the window – there’s no time left.

The modern life is so destructive. The pace of life and pressure becomes insane. We need to take time-out and reconnect with nature. But the life we lead often prevents us doing that.