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A selection of
Poems & Wonderings
by
Andrew P Freemind
The YinYang Writer
To
THANK YOU!
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Andrew PH is a nom de plume for the author, who currently
wishes for his work to speak for itself
Preface
Be kind,
“Creativity takes courage” –Henri Matisse
- 1-
I: Something short
- 2-
Now drop!
as you hang
and soft, wet
stay
as you wait
and wait
to drop
you are
glistening, perfect
in your nurturing
way
drop
- 3-
when tension,
or dis-ease
knocks
when Bacchus,
or sloth
blocks
the storm
the animal
unlocks
so
noticing,
not
judging,
I greet my vices
I see them
in the storm
and from the Now
the blissful Silence
re-arises
- 4-
Equilibrium
I know you
Dark Brother
we danced and
you did not change
make us all
de-range
Care
his legacy
if at all
soon forgotten
on deaf ears fell
his passionate call
pity never
but, pray, remember
and share
that he really did care
- 6-
why, no balance
or transcendence
in our dis-ease
alas, why
is a crooked letter
in the hope
for something better
- 7-
Fickle feel
midday fear
the bank is clear
a frown besets
and pain begets
evening tire
a soft warm fire
an ominous moon
brings forth the gloom
Advisor
Wind-God?
what russle?
who’s blow?
a little hope
lift and lie
ho, ho, ho
Take care
connect
be aware
and of you
take good care
- 12-
The gamble
‘Remember my boy, we gamble’, Uncle Jo
always said just before I left his modest, yet
voguish cottage. ‘This is what we do in this
existence, every day, we gamble’. And then, like
clockwork, the tones of The Gambler followed
me through his Gauloises-stained, but otherwise
immaculate teeth, down the gravel driveway.
It was a grey summer afternoon, one of those
Uncle Jo didn’t fancy, at least four years since
his inscrutable farewell ritual started, that I
eventually gathered the stomach to ask him
about it. You see, with Uncle Jo, you listened to,
but never questioned his views on life, the
universe and everything. Not because he was
over obstinate, because he always answered with
a question and almost never came to a singular
conclusion to yours. This was as vexing as it
was stimulating. That day, that late afternoon
when all primary colours seem to have played
hide and seek behind the pine needles and the
forest was ominously quiet, almost expecting
what was to unfold in the cottage, Uncle Jo did
something totally unexpected-he answered my
question, directly and deeply.
- 13-
It is NEVER
the last chance that you
will EVER get
- 30-
It is what it is,
and this it
for now