One of Roy’s most beautiful love songs. Still haunts me fifty years on! One of his best songs ever!!
Poetry – The Seasons
The Seasons
We emerged from the barrenness of our winter
Into the Spring of us.
The sap rose in our veins
Setting our brains aflame.
The whole world glowed
In the warmth of our togetherness.
We danced as one
In the soft light,
To the warm breeze of the season.
Each touch electricity,
Each moment a new experience.
For the whole world danced with us.
The sun shone for us.
The entire world was renewed.
As Spring turned to Summer,
The glow deepened,
The dance slowed,
But was more graceful.
The electricity no longer shocked.
For we had discovered all there was,
Immersed ourselves
And become accustomed to the magic.
Our brains were no longer burning,
But were pleasantly warm,
And the dance followed a gentler pace.
Now in the Autumn of us,
We move sedately
Around each other.
Still dancing, but with routine steps,
Paced and well-rehearsed.
There are no surprises
But we smile a lot
As we reminisce
On the tempestuous fire
Of the Springtime
Stored safely,
Shared,
Within us both
And still bask within its warmth.
Opher – 12.10.2020
Sometimes it is good to reflect back and remember. We cannot always be at the mountain top, with its spectacular views. We cannot always be dancing madly to a ferocious beat. We cannot always feel the cauldron of craziness that consumed us.
But we can still remember it and bask in its glow.
Change is the essence of life.
It has changed but ‘us’ persists.
Poetry – A blazing metaphor
A blazing metaphor
From an ember to a blaze,
Fed with fuel,
The flames lick into the air,
Scorching,
Blazing,
Consuming all within its reach,
Roaring,
Sucking in the oxygen,
Illuminating walls
With fierce light.
Slowly it subsides,
Flickers,
Sends mysterious shadows,
Chasing each other,
Then finally dying down,
A warm glow
That looks benign.
Beneath that layer of ash
Lies a latent heat
Hotter than the strongest blaze.
Opher – 11.10.2020
I was looking for a metaphor, a way of representing a relationship, of love.
An all-consuming fire, that subsides but does not die.
Today’s Music to keep me SANE in Isolation – Love
A fabulous band from Los Angeles. A darling of the Underground.
They produced three brilliant albums before heroin rather messed up their lives.
I was fortunate to see the later incarnation live. Arthur Lee had harnessed a young band and they were brilliant – every bit as good as the original. Johnny Echols played with them on one occasion.
Meeting Arthur was like meeting a legend!
Then, just when the band was pulling in huge crowds, he gets ill and dies. Life is so unfair.
But today I will be playing my three favourite Love albums and wallowing in the music!
Poetry – friendship
Friendship
Sunshine entering the room,
Lightening one’s step,
Lifting spirits,
Directing mind.
Freedom.
Freedom to be yourself,
To say anything
With complete security.
Exchanging jokes,
Knowing smiles,
Understanding,
From shared experience.
At ease,
With light asides,
Deep argument,
Emanating from common history.
A past
A future
And a present.
Melting into cells,
Empowering strength
Donating energy
Pouring forth
In torrents of laughter.
Opher – 2.1.2020
Friends are for life even after they are no longer with us.
They do not have to be here. They can be distant or gone. But they are still inside you.
Friends are chemical. They change your brain like an addictive drug with no harmful effects. They propel you up.
They are family.
Poetry – Love is
Love, Sex, Romance, Friendship, Hormones, Brain Chemistry, Biology and Evolution.
Love, Sex, Romance, Friendship, Hormones, Brain Chemistry, Biology and Evolution.
It was Cheryl who sparked these thoughts off.
As a Biologist I am always aware of what puppets we are to our genes, chemistry and psychology. We think we have free will but I believe it is largely a myth. We are ruled by our evolution.
As a species we are so new that our body chemistry and psychology hasn’t even begun to keep pace with our technology. We are chimps living in cities but acting like we are still in the jungle.
Friendship – such a crucial element for hunting. When you are out in the jungle with dangerous animals you have to put your trust in the friend next to you. Together, as a small hunting group, you can drive off a fearsome predator or make a kill that will feed the whole tribe. As a young hunter you had respect. Your friendship group of fellow hunters were trusted friends – you put your life in their hands; you faced danger and fear together; you bonded through terror. Your bravery and loyalty was crucial.
Now-a-days we see groups of youths in gangs on the streets in their hunting groups. Except there are no predators to ward off or beasts to kill. Yet they still crave the excitement and danger, still bond and seek the respect. They’ve lost their purpose and status.
Love – a biological phenomenon to pair bond sufficiently to have, and raise, children. An hormonal rush, endorphin saturation of the brain, and a passing phase. The female selects the highest status male she can. The aim is to find compatible genes to meld with her own in order to produce offspring who are endowed with the best in order to survive. The pair bonding is a euphoric rush of brain chemicals – no more. It induces feelings of protection and promotes crazy bouts of sex. The idea being that while the male is infatuated and the female hampered by pregnancy and an infant, he will protect and provide. But the love that will last forever soon loses its glow as after the duration necessary for the child to grow, the brain chemicals subside. A new infatuation develops with other potential partners – it is better no to put all your eggs in one basket (so to speak). A different set of genes provides more survival possibilities for a female’s offspring. Genetic variation. DNA testing in modern families show that a high proportion of children from supposedly loyal monogamous marriages have different fathers. Biologically we are programmed to be serial monogamists and some males more promiscuous (the cuckoo effect). Women are seduced by status.
Yet we also see that once the hormones and brain chemistry subsides there is the possibility of a different relationship – based on respect, affection, trust and ‘love’. It is deeper and less frenetic and brings pleasure and contentment. It is a different partnership.
Poetry – You Breathe My Breath – a love poem for old love.
Poetry – You Breathe My Breath – a love poem for old love.
You Breathe My Breath
When you live with someone for nearly fifty years it is as though you are one. Everything about you has been affected, adjusted and adapted as you learn to rub along.
You have, not only a shared past, but share visions for the future.
Everything we do has been refined as we learn from each other. Both of us would be the less if the other were not there.
We have someone to share stories, bounce ideas off, to lean on and gain perspective, to share wisdom and see more objectively.
Two heads are always better than one. We see things from different angles. We have different strengths, different weaknesses.
Together we are stronger, more confident and better.
You cannot reach so high when you haven’t got a steady shoulder to lean on.
I am a better person.
You Breathe My Breath
You breathe my breath.
You read my mind.
You share my dreams
And all we find.
You wonder with me
And are safe and sound.
In the flood of life
We’re on higher ground.
You’re my safety line
Whenever I fall
That voice of sense
For me to recall.
You’re my compass
And my steering wheel
My fulcrum point
That makes life real.
All I am
Is because of you
All I am
Is because of you
All I am
All I am
Opher 5.12.2015
Poetry – Love again and again – Because we know we can and we’re worth it.
poetry – Love again and again – Because we know we can and we’re worth it.
Love again and again
It’s true. There’s no end to love. It’s infinite. It can blow you up.
Love is like hydrogen. It makes you float and it explodes in your brain.
It’s an anaesthetic
It banishes the dark.
It makes you laugh and it makes you cry
But it gets you high.
Love. Love. Love.
All the people and animals, trees and things I’ve loved and still do.
There’s no end. I’m never full.
There’s no loss with love – it’s all gain.
We can love an infinite number of times then do it all again.
Love again and again
It has no weight.
It has no size.
It’s antigravity
Built of sighs.
You carry it around
And it buoys you up
Making each sip
A whole full cup.
You can never have enough
But need never be afraid:
The more you give away,
The more you’ve made.
There’s no end to the people
You can give love to.
When you give it to them
They’ll give some to you.
It’s the kryptonite to hatred
The antidote to pain
Luckily we can fall in love
Again and again
And again
And again
Again
Again
Gain
Gain
Gain
Opher 12.12.2015
Poetry – I Can’t Breathe Without You – a simple love poem for my family.
Poetry – I Can’t Breathe Without You – a simple love poem for my family.
I Can’t Breathe without you.
I can’t dream without you
You are my world
Your smile – my beacon
My colours paled
I have no life without you
That is true
Your truth – my vision
With only you
I can’t breathe without you
I don’t know why
Your essence – my ambrosia
My earth, my sky
My heart won’t beat without you
I know it’s true
Your presence – my nutrition
I love you
Opher 29.5.95
In the final end it is your family that counts – my wife and my kids, my grandchildren and relatives. They are your DNA and pathway to immortality.
To love is what we do best. It is when we are at our best.
If you do not love you have not lived.
Your present is all about who you love. I am a lucky man. I have friends and family to give me nourishing sustenance. Who can ask for more.
This is my love poem to my widest family. In its widest sense it is all life on this planet but right now it is my loving family.
It needs saying more.
Love is all there is. There is nothing greater.


