Poetry – A Writer

A Writer

I chase dreams

Through the worlds of my mind.

I pluck stories

From the vines that I find.

I paint pictures

On the fabric of the air.

Thoughts are my brushes,

Paper is my outlet.

Words are my paint,

Ideas are my palette.

The visions I produce are real.

They live and breathe and play.

I set them in motion

Each and every day.

I arrange the words like puzzles;

Each where it should be.

I bring them to life

And then I set them free.

Opher 16.7.2015

A Writer

I sit in front of a blank screen and allow my mind to work. Sometimes sparked by a story, a newsflash or a thought the emotions, feelings, tales and pictures flow. Out of the void the ideas rush and coalesce into substance.

Holding an idea in my head I craft it into shape – a short piece? A novel? It will grow and form and takes its form. I merely pluck it from the void and breathe fire into its veins. It takes over and directs me.

My task is to find the words to paint the scenes, tell the story, find the characters that inhabit it and bring it to life.

Who can tell?

Sometimes it is merely describing something we all have seen. At other times it is creating the impossible and imbuing it with belief.

I am a writer.

I paint another reality with words so that you can experience it too.

Poetry – God


God is energy

God is light

God is sound

God holds the atoms

That swirl in the ground

God is flowing

Through you and me

God is the galaxy

And electricity

Religion is dogma

Religion is a lie

That separates us from energy

And puts God in the sky

I don’t believe in

Jesus, Buddha, Krishna or Mohammed

They’re all just people

That lived on this planet

I don’t believe in prayer

Or a God that cares

A force for good or evil

With a face that stares

Religion is an evil

Full of pomp and hypocrisy

Useful by the powerful

There for all to see

If God were alive

In such simplicity

Guiding our lives

On a planet in this galaxy

One tiny speck of dust

In a raging sea

He’d appear the same to you

As he does to me

Not as Jesus to some

Just the chosen few

Jehovah to some others

Creating pagans and true

Giving out commands

Ordering us around

With strange beliefs

And dictats profound

No – God is the atom and the energy

The fuse that makes them dance

And the time to let them be

God is around within and without

With no Heaven or Hell

On this magic roundabout

When I think about religion

Perhaps there’s something I missed

Maybe God’s just punishing me

For being an atheist.

Opher 8.2.99

I’m an atheist. I do not believe in god or religion. I believe in science, carbon dating, Darwin, evolution and the Big Bang.

I believe the Bible and Koran were written by men. They are not ‘the word of god’.

I see no evidence of creation in the ‘design’ of the human body or the universe. I see a lot of things we do not understand with out limited intelligence and perhaps we never will.

I acknowledge the good things that religion has produced: the cathedrals, works of great beauty, poems and writings that move people, morality that helps people live their lives happily, comfort and purpose in times of desolation.

I believe morality came before religion.

I believe in tolerance, peace, love, free speech and the right of people to believe what ever they want. I think we should argue our case with passion.

We don’t all have to agree – just respect each other.

I also see the terrible things that have been carried out in the name of religion (and still are), the slaughter of unbelievers, pogroms, crusades, jihads, persecution, holocausts, genocides, crucifixions, beheadings, burnings and discrimination. I see the crazed fanaticism of the fundamentalists and the intolerance, bigotry and hatred it induces. I see the indoctrination of small children and cultural brainwashing.

I find the beliefs of creationists and fundamentalists (along with the dogged quoting of religious texts) absurd. I have studied how those texts were put together and find their formation, translation and content all extremely suspect. They were written by various men, long after the events, passed down generations by oral tradition and accrued into books. These books were then further culled to remove ‘heretic’ works and mistranslated. What we have is a mish-mash of contradictory offerings, purporting to be the word of god but really a collection of writings from many suspect sources. No more the word of god than my poems.

We seem to have a need to believe in some deity and magic. It is a psychological need. We’ve worshipped suns, moons, rocks, idols, ancestors, cats, trees, and supernatural superbeings who we have placed in the sky in heavens, valhallas, cloud palaces above Olympus, paradises and the rest. We have had gods and goddesses cavorting in human form, creating catastrophes, drinking, fornicating and causing mayhem. We have idolised, worshipped, sacrificed and beseeched them all. Most of the ones that were previously idolised to the point of martyrdom and believed in to the point of death have fallen by the wayside. Once they ‘ruled’ over millions but now we no longer know their names.

It just so happens that we have a few that are presently flavour of the month. Wars will be fought over them, sacrifices made, and much prayer and offerings will be presented up to the gods. The only trouble is that those gods do not exist. They were invented by men (few by women) and are now being used to gain power.

Our present religions will fade and die. No doubt they will be replaced by others equally incredible.

Meanwhile science continues to push back the frontiers of knowledge so that we understand more and more.

I believe all religion is a product of human imagination but I can be persuaded that there are mystical forces at work in the universe. They are probably scientifically verifiable – given time. The energy in the atom; the transformation of a supernova.

My idea of a ‘god’ is more akin to atomic energy. It’s an incredible force that pervades the entire universe. I do not think it is conscious, has purpose or thinks we humans are anything special. It is. It is something in the midst of nothing. It came into being and that in itself is miraculous. Forget the rest.

I am an antitheist because I believe all religion is false, it creates more harm than it does good and it is used by the powerful to gain more power and wealth. It is one more cause of misery, hatred, violence, bigotry, intolerance and arrogance. We’re better off without it.

The end verse is meant to be humorous.

Poetry – Times


One second nothing.

One second everything.

Nine billion years something.

One billion years more – everything.

Time is material.

Time starts with seconds.

Time ends in billions of years.

Time is all we have.

Five minutes is all it takes

To create a new perspective.

Nine months to reach fruition.

Eighty years to experience it.

Time passes slowly.

Time passes quickly.

Time is relative.

Time was once not there.

One day time will again, not exist.

Opher – 23.11.2020

The universe started in a flash. Everything, including time, burst into existence from nothing.

13.8 billion years and we are here living in it.

It took over nine billion years for the Earth to be formed. A tiny planet in the atmosphere of an average star.

It took a billion years for life to emerge. Just once.

Three and a half billion years later that one amazing event has evolved into a vast interconnecting web of marvels spreading right across the planet.

An amazing precarious wonder. Even the tiniest microbe a thing of astounding mind-boggling awe.

We are just one of those wonders. Each of us with our awareness, a view of the universe, an intelligence, aware and pondering. Each of us created in an event lasting minutes, developing for one gestation, and born into this universe.

One day we will all be gone, enveloped in the substance of our expanding star, our sun. One day all life will end. One day the universe will run down and die and time itself will cease.

Time gives rise to substance.

Poetry – A Message

A Message

I have just received a message

From a star

Two million light years away.

It said


I took it personally.

I thought

It was a sign.

Opher – 8.11.2020

It is no good hiding ourselves away. We only get so many chances. One life is all we have.

The worst that can happen is we fail.

I’m getting good at that.

I have plenty of practice.

Poetry – Everything is the first.

Everything is the first.

I was the first

To do everything

I have ever done.

It was always different

Each time.

Within the moment

Is everything.

We only

Have to experience

It perfectly,

Just once.

Opher – 8.11.2020

I was having one of my transcendental moments of realisation. I often get them when contemplating nature, watching a sunset or staring into a burning fire.

It is a kind of realisation of the nature of reality.

We are in harmony with a dynamic system. In the moment you capture it there is perfect peace.

Everything is the first.

I was the first

To do everything

I have ever done.

It was always different

Each time.

Within the moment

Is everything.

We only

Have to experience

It perfectly,

Just once.

Opher – 8.11.2020

I was having one of my transcendental moments of realisation. I often get them when contemplating nature, watching a sunset or staring into a burning fire.

It is a kind of realisation of the nature of reality.

We are in harmony with a dynamic system. In the moment you capture it there is perfect peace.

Poetry – I’m a Star!!

I’m a Star!!

I live inside a star

Within its light and heat;

The universe at my heels

The earth beneath my feet.

My body made of atoms,

My mind electricity.

I breathe its very fire,

And drink its energy.

I glow, I shine,

I radiate the truth

Of a universe

For which there

Is no proof.

I am a quantum being

Surfing reality.

If Shrodinger’s cat escapes

What will become of me?

Opher – 4.11.2020

It is amazing to think that we live within the atmosphere of a star and are utterly dependent on its output.

We think we understand the reality of our universe but recently quantum physics has turned that on its head.

It’s all unreal.

Poetry – Mother and Father

Mother and Father

Mother Earth and father Sun

Givers of life.

Through electric storms

And UV light,

You transformed

Gas and clay

Into awareness.

Your heat, your light,

Your radiation;

Your rock, your silt

Your impregnation;

All leading to the fairest


Of them all;

A glory to the cosmos,

A joy to the universe.

A pair of eyes to see the mystery.

A brain to remember and question.

A mind to understand the history.

Opher – 1.11.2020

We are the greatest wonders of the universe. We see and think. We are able to perceive the majesty. We are able to absorb it and ponder on its incredible nature.

We take it for granted yet every aspect is wondrous.

We live on a planet with just the right amount of light, heat and radiation, with water, minerals and electricity. The sun and planet gave us life.

Poetry – Consciousness of Splendour

I am always amazed by the beauty of nature and the fact that we can perceive it.

Consciousness of Splendour

Blues and greens

And yellow sheens.

Reds and blues

And violet beams.

Streaming through the sky

Illuminating the eye,

Setting the brain on fire

With the majesty

Of a universe

Whose mysteries inspire.

Crimson, mauve and magenta.

The imagination

Of the world’s placenta,


A fusion of thoughts

That stimulate

A creative agenda.

Cerise, vermillion and chartreuse,

The full spectrum

Of all the colours we can use

In the consciousness

Of splendour.

Opher – 1.11.2020

Our eyes, our brain, accessing the wonders of nature all around us – a universe full of colour, full of nuance.

All those colours, the full spectrum of nature, flooding into our minds.

The wonder out there is inside us.

We all glow with possibility, revelling in the consciousness of splendour.