A note from Alice by ADAM PARRY

A Note from Alice by Adam Parry

Down, out of the wind

sun glinted upon this pen

spears blindingly

on the whipped water.

A clear view of tomorrow

as the seasons cease to change. An endless summer

weaving though trees.

down here in the shelter

sucking in the day.

Now by Adam Parry

NOW

by

 ADAM PARRY

It spins, spiral over,

roving over, mixing in the light,

the mile wide motes

and the unutterable absence,

places of wonder hove into view.  While volcanoes within

turn us to ashy patina across the world.

It is colours, new spectrums,

an orgy of spring going by slowly,

lifted by a coil of time.

In the cold, cold of space

these nuclear summer times.

A home, in this moment

this moment of now.

...and then she kissed me by Adam Parry

...and then she kissed me

I have kissed her hair

sucked into her air

that fragranced from my stare.

Only joy when she lay on my gravity

pouring out the ache

in a waiting-room that has run out of time

and clocks stood as we waltzed

on timeless toes.

Sober in silence in this new penitance,

no silence though in my eager speed.

Then I saw brown eyes, orange amber hair

and like a surprise she kissed me goodbye.

Now and when

I walked

a different road

as you went round.

I walked to and back

nor will there be an end,

nor other ever after,

never roller skating away.

Now running as I near

today

a line past, a ink spot

ago. 

Angles by Adam Parry

Angles by Adam Parry

There are angles back to you

like when the Earth reverses.

Time twitches impossibly backward.

Somewhere your hand still stretches out for mine,

but when I touch, it decays away.

Is there no way to turn back time, but by memory?

The scientists try but just get confused,

while lovers regret and just get the blues,

but if by some co-ordinates we’ve all forgot

time lingers for lovers

and whispers at fools.

Mesmer by Adam Parry

I used to make things happen

now I can’t control the insects in my head.

Wading neck high,  am I, through this river

while the heron spectates.

Up the road sleepwalking as the lights

go out behind my back

breaking the spell of morning

in the fire of the trees sunrise lit.

I find some glee and spread my old glamour

far and wide, leaving me with no disguise.

This Mesmer reaches out to you

tied up in a knot of dreams, touches

loose the glamour on you.

In a cafe somewhere I watch wistfully

the glee in you

drinking espresso’s endlessly.

Hospitalized by Adam Parry

Hospitalized
because we're too good
not greedy as the homes you feed
always taking too much of a good thing.

Hospitalized
because we don't know what our other hand is doing,
glad of our obsessions
small comforts in our secret moon fed night.

Hospitalized
because you're always leaving me
and I don't feel any love
secret stories show you how to feel.

But I'm hospitalized
because of my grieving heart.

I took out... by adam parry

I took out my bedroom eyes,
took a tool to fix them with,
and tightened some muscles at
the same time.

Improbable as it may seem
I have a garage full of brains
I tweak and work on in my spare moments
like a master clocksman working on an antique timepiece.

But tomorrow I'm leaving the brains behind,
as there are a few new colours I'd like to design
colours you may remembered from some other time,
when what wasn't yours was neither mine.

So. I'm going off for a tea break,
to have a gossip with the clouds.
Maybe dream again in blue and gold
of how the world unfolds.

A birthing

The grime covers him

not unlike a new skin.

Wet, slithering around him

as snakes of mud leave their trials

like tasteless tattoos

smearing over each other, all design

lost.

He dives into a pool,

drips new dew

beneath the empty water

captured by weeds, freed and

baptised into unsung silence. A waiting swimmer,

bursting for breath

he dives unmarred back into the air.

What were you doing when The Wall came down?

The Old Bean and I played chess when the
Berlin Wall fell down.
I won that day - he was not thinking-
as the unexpected celebrations reigned
the piece in his hand hovering
as the TV took his attention away.
I took his Queen! And he unexpectedly resigned.
The pictures reflected in his glasses, so absorbed as if he
has suddenly found the hope he lacked.

I skinned up for him and smoked it all myself then
went out and looted a tin of Whiskas
before my afternoon nap that happy day when
the Berlin Wall crumpled.

I played Pink Floyd,
resigned knowing our petty wars
remained'
I went to play another game the day I beat The Old Bean at chess.

Free Spirit by Adam Parry

...until a wind took me
from my aimless ways,
drove into window panes, walls
a battered thought not caught.
From within me comes the wind that calls,
from within me a stream of secret thought
of a bright and luminous love
that can take but never break me.

The Morning Has Spoken

Look. I ordered the sun.
Re-ordered this panoramic day, this tapestry
stitched it time
of heart crashed hills,
while the mist rises from the river
like a happy ghost at play.
Diffusing over houses, out homes,
over field and forest
with heart spread glee
the morning awakens.
Look. I ordered the blue sky
and added more trees
and now with new birds
Th morning has spoken

Mightier than the sword

The pen is barbed with wire, is
As surprising as a landmine,
Direct as a bullet to the head, and
Encompasses the planet as completely
As a nuclear winter.
The pen writes without fear of feeling emotion
As it infects with chemical and biological weapons.
Like love and peace and being free.

two poems by Adam Parry

Earth in the Window

Steer a course.
The moon behind, Earth ahead
rattling's getting worse
and the engines dead.

Suspended on a thread
of space and time, balanced perfectly
a juggler on a tightrope
life and death ahead leaving death behind
in the airlessness all around.
Somehow, as if the end of the film has already been seen,
we know we'll get home
though all hope has gone
if we keep the Earth in the window-
our home, our hive, our first love-
then hope is never gone.


MEGGIDO

Be at peace my love, my love
my second hand.
Sleep by Bibbylos and be forgiven
by the amnesiac of time.

There was a war there long ago, where
no TV crews came
or aliens from the sky
at the last moment saving the day.

my love you
saved the day with a smile.

In the ash and dusk of the
Plains of Yizreel where mighty Powers
crashed and set this
world ablaze.
With your face, your pretty face
looking from my head
I walked forth
to either victory or defeat.

Two poems from Adam Parry's Accidental Poet

A Battle of Words

The poet eyed the strife,
knew there was an answer.
He looked up random words
all paradoxes of themselves
in a dictionary of love
his eyes wandering for an answer.

He eyed the strife - all his other
experiments had failed him.
He squinted angrily at the stars,
cosmic diamonds crusting, clouding vision.

The poet took to long in looking,
as below the unhurried pace of war raged,
as he raged at his dictionaries of  peace.

Almost turning away
to write some ditties and out-of-time rhymes.
A thought struck
as they so often do,
with a well-timed kick.

the poet went to war then,
for he saw no other way.


New Amusements
You lifted such a weight from me,
my PlayStation.
I fight, but do not kill or maim
your fleshy pixels.

With you I flew through gravity
beyond pain up on our advent.
That I could fly and never die.

So much you taught
and rearranged this staid
insane and fallen man.
This weight you lifted, conjured me
to slide through indecision
and inert positivity.

We flew so far together, yet
still, somewhen: when? We flew apart.
Flew as I floated  in each sound and frown
you left me in.

But, once some sunny day, I took a jet
and grasped each cloudstep on my way,
half imagined in my mind, I left you,
and flew once more as the goose flies south.
Your name behind my voice.

Two Poems taken from The Accidental Poet

Friday's Child

O joy!
You, my love,
Changed my heart around
when I saw her,
that first day.

We laughed.
and wondered why we spent
so long weeping
after her arrival.

I have never seen such beauty
as I saw on that first day.
And they hadn't cleaned the blood away.

And my joy,
for a while silence and sadness
flew away
because of you.



Sister

My sister is a mushroom.
My sister is a big room.
My sister is bigger than me.

I'll always be small and wee
She takes the bully out of me.
The fascist eating chocolate
mesmerised by the sea

My sister is my sister
when all the brothers are gone.
My sister please forgive me
for always doing wrong

My sister is a goddess
When my life's a mess

A land's baptism by Adam Parry

Forgive those old October crimes.
Washing in a brook gone
rushing by the lane on the left
that fork between the trees no-one goes.
The Green Traveller and the Poet Maiden though
got lost that way, went out to spy a fresh blue
bright blue unbroken day.

In a pub in Lerwick by Adam Parry

Eyes broken

long lips soft as a leer

fingers fall apart

as this old brain spins.

Breathe on me

as legs intertwine.

Those eyes finger guitar torn skin

lips fringe upon lips

old lips that remember.

Two poems by Adam Parry

The Silver Mirror

I think I did this yesterday

sitting waiting for the

light to fade away.

Yet maybe this is not what I did that last day

maybe I was made myriad in a silver mirror. Nakedness and skin sloughed off.

In the silver mirror beside me a thousand deeds of history books.

My actors’ mien

                            lost when the spotlight lets me pause

                            in spotlight darkness

                            invisible I slope off stage left

                            wrapped again in a fast change in the thespians uniform

                            all this I saw behind sunglasses, those things in a silver mirror

                           that might have been and probably was.

The actor slips a little back into time, when his makeup was a different hue,

but that was yesterday and he wipes lipstick off his rubber lips.

I think, maybe the last of the days dance light, a waft of evening chill through the TV window.

Yes, I’m sure, I waited here all day, learning a new part. Like yesterday. Like yesterday-

and then the sun ascends and lights the cornfield where young life plays.

The fickleness of the Seasons

The Summer aged leaves lie

upon the green, so soon as autumn’s greed piles at my door

Lost and orphaned the two trees beyond Winter’s freeze all left skeletal and

held there by an unhurried winter storm.

Too soon, so soon the trees greet the Spring and sleep in reckless

night filled day.

Gravity's Mirror

To be free of gravity

Flesh wing fleshed,

beaten by the sun:

evaporates each molecule.

Up in sun threaded sky

look down on earth

and weep not now

no answers  for us as we fly,

no answer from us up here

up here as we fly

Reflected by tumbling weaving sea.

Magic man by Adam Parry

I was a magic man

where my sights saw such such things

I was a magic man

when I caressed your soft soft flesh.

I was a magic man and a jester

I was a magic man and I had no home

I was the magic man, red rivers in my eyes

I was the magic man before you were born.

You are the magic child and let your dreams dream you.

The Prophecies of O by Adam Parry

In all these dreams
of forgetfulness
where pain is left
you remain.

Do not forget we are not alone
and a hand touches,
she heals, he heals
.
I am so forgetful
what is your name again?
Did you find the fame
you needed or did it vanish away?

O. You are not alone
and one day
you may come again.

Weeding by Adam Parry

Pulling out the weeds
this work, unpaid, unseen
in the garden of my mind.
I let the cherry blossoms bloom
by the tall grass growing to the
edge of the sea.
The painters in the rape fields
wave a silent greeting
as I weed until all perfection is regained.

In me by Adam Parry

There is love.
Like in the knock on 
                              the door,
or the letter
                waiting to be 
read.
There is love.
But sometimes we
                            forget.
Give into hate
die a little.
There is love.
And it comes and goes
                                   illogical, invisible.
Where it goes no-one knows.
There 
         is 
            love.

A cradle for her head

Her soul is sleeping far away
sleek furred animals for her bed.
She wishes songs and danced all day
she whispers of her dreams who
escape her drowsy mouth.
Upon  awakening she sees instead
a dank and dismal day ahead
and cannot once again return to dreams.
When she was bright, and fought
for love, she plays now a new game
sloughing off new skins to pay for night.
Yet when he takes her hand
he leads her home to foreign lands
Now all of these days remain behind
while in their dreams clouds are golden lined

one poem by Adam Parry

OF WHAT DO YOU REALLY DREAM?

To turn back
a moment
to know it can be done.
All free now, all silent, no way to stay young.
My face all crumpled
all shaded and scorned
my wrinkles laugh like new children
waiting to be born.
I'm stood but something in the starlight
sticks me statue like, letting all the starlings go by
and the soldiers and the civilians die.
Let with charities, smarties and too many drinkies.
Left with falling down, First World disguises in our own Third World
whilst the punks plot despotism.
All in this crying, this laughter, teaching, fidgeting and forgetting
these details give all meaning.
Jesus sneezed.  Let the children come to me, giggle at me.
The note taker sighed, got up and said goodbye.
In the Garden Judas fluffed his lines and this time judges passed over his crimes.
History hesitates as I stand by the painter who starts his project just in time.

Somewhere Sweet and Low a poem by Adam Parry

Somewhere Sweet and Low

 

 

 

 

 

Another black coffee caught by the beach.

Netted beside you, I sit at your feet.

I have this picture of this wild road

flowing faster than a vintage car ride.

You climbed every mountain

while I avoided the slightest incline.

I'd soar to the moon if you were beside me,

behind me urging me on.

A back pack of bricks I carry with me now,

so light, like the rain on us time after time. So

light as our footfall when I first made you laugh.

The bricks on me

love lightness and carry me on

through night, and the storm until I hold your hand.