Ocham's Razor


I have to take the burden of your hurt, and
bear it with grace and humour, helping you
banish the past from devouring your future.

Take me in your arms, my body, "��Light and
a feather,"�� then you will know the truth of it.
Do not weep for my sorrow, for I am freed,

This speaks and tells of many things to those
with eyes to see; and when you too see, you
will have no more need of me.

R

River Tyne

A gust of cooling breeze blowing downriver freshingly
cut through the summer fug.
High up on the bridge I vantaged upriver. Yes there
they were, dirty, black grey cumulous making their
way to the sea. Wind tossed, white foam capped
waves forecasting their imminent arrival.

The Tyne shivered, rippled then quickened to the
bidding of the westerly. Dancing and frolicing on
megapod feet of bridges. Tumbling brown waters
commotioned, lashing quaysides as it passed.
Boats in marinas bobbed and curtsied to her antics,
startling protesting kittiwakes into raucous flight.

Gone the shining glinting ribbon, placid sheen. River
Tyne had come alive. Vibrant, her power displayed to
all. Snaking, shimmying through the long chicane.
Ebb and flow confused in the rush; no skerries of
flotsam or jetsam, just scattered debris churned in
the boiling waters. The race to the sea, "��Needs must."

R��

Soon the sun must set.
Home so far away
I cannot recall my birthplace.
Tomorrow can't come too soon.
Each day a dying.
R

Insidiously I walk this path.
A fine line becomes
one with infinity.
To my despair the rice paper crinkles,
foot prints
revealed.
R

Belching, I raked at my testicles. I should have showered but the
morn or next week would have to do.
My belly seemed to have this ability to lever up my vest. But hey
needs must, and maybe the charity shop will have something to
fit me.

I yawned, scratched my arse spat in the gutter, and farted.
Then furtively looked around to see if anyone had seen or heard
my ablutions. I��m good, but my work often goes unnoticed.
Anyway I needed a s**t, so I walked with small steps, buttocks
clenched as if holding a sixpence, bloody Guinness.

I made my way to Wetherspoons, to see if there were any under-
graduate waiters, wandering the tables with an unclaimed full
English. A man's gotta eat like, and I'��d just cleared my head.
Now If I could just get my hands on one of those free refill mugs
I'��m coffeed up for the day. Yeah, some like it hot, ah like it free.

R

In the context of the poem? Getting it out is not the problemo.
But thanks anyway

I ached my back scratched my arse spat in the gutter,
and farted. Then furtively looked around to see if anyone
had seen my exploits. I am good, but my work often goes
unnoticed. Anyway I needed a S**t, so I walked with small
steps, backside clenched as if holding a sixpence.

R

There are parts of the madness masquerading
as people.

e mohio ataahua kahore rohe. E kore te ngakau te whare herehere.
Ka kite ahau i a koutou i roto i te ata, me i te haere ki raro,
o te ra

Bill

Winter

A murder of raucous, cacophonous crows, chaos'��d,
a stand of leafless trees, who'��s boughs creaked and
groaned. Winter was upon us. Stars twinkled in black
lacquered skies, campfires in the "Halls of the slain."��

I kicked the dirt with well worn boot, no give there
non expected. The frosts hit hard this time of year.
My dripping nose had even ceased its endless flow.
But frozen toes gave rise to thoughts of log fires.

R

Let me first tell you that as a fairly new writer I have
taken great inspiration from your talents. for this I thank you.
I still strive to write with your total honesty and I think in time
as I gain confidence, this may happen, at least I hope so.

As to your poem it reminded me of a conversation I had with my son
which went along the lines of.

Dad I hope I achieve more in my career than you did. (I was fairly successful.)
I said, " I hope so too, I think every dad wants that for his son."
Then I said "But I Want you to try for a much higher goal than beating me."
He asked what that was. I said "Be Happy." I am pleased to say my
son has done really well in his career. Sadly but not fatally he
has not yet achieved happiness. On the positive side, I think he
is realising what his dad really wanted for him.

Bill

The Sound of...

The sound of loneliness, a cacophony of silence
that can only be sensed. A sound so strident, it
can only be heard, in the eyes of another.

R

I am Angel

Cut me and I don'��t bleed.
Love me and I don'��t care.
Tell me I'��m useless, Ok,
so I��m not Harry Potter.

Curse me, water off my wings, and you
do know, I have to tell it like it is.

Cry for me? Hmm, yes do that, but
remember, I can'��t cry for you.

I have to take the burden of your hurt, and
bear it with grace and humour, helping you
banish the past from devouring your future.

This speaks and tells of many things to those
with eyes to see; and when you too see, you
will have no more need of me, "��I am Angel."

R��

The traveling Man

There'��s a place I'��m looking for, somewhere I know I
belong. I have a "��needs must"� to find it, in good time
or before.

The past is not my future, so that'��s no place for me.
Every direction seeming a wrong one, but I know
there's no going back.

Each day dealt at random, slid out from the bottom
of the deck. I like to keep on moving, wending along
my way.

I always repay a kindness, and to me that'��s only right.
So if you see me sitting, in some little roadside bar,
raise your glass with me, and it'��s
"��cheers to Louis L'��Amour."��

The awakening

Take me in your arms, my body, "��Light and a
Feather,"�� then you will know the truth of it.
Do not weep because of me, for I am freed,
"��Me and also another.�"�

R

Quantum Mechanics?

Kept in a zoo, perhaps in a box with an outlaw cat
wanted, dead or alive! Everywhere and nowhere,
particle or wave. Schrodinger or Heisenberg, oh
what wimps, oh what Bohrs.

Work with Planck don'��t be con-cern-ed or uncertain,
they have noticed our charms. Now I get about a bit,
always in a spin. Now you see me now you don'��t,
but catch me? no you won'��t.

We'��re all here; quarks, muons, gluons, tachyons.
The list goes on, uppers, downers and at last thank
goodness, old Peter'��s finally found his boson.
Me, well I'��m Lacquer black and very attractive!

"��The"�� Mr Wilson?

I watched that plastic ball floating in on the tide,
flanked by other debris, some tagging along behind.
I thought of Mr Wilson but surely it couldn"��t be him.
A careless boot a wayward throw, but perhaps
"��The"�� Mr Wilson was just coming home at last.

R

You set me off on a night of wildness, well you and Stella

Thank you Nothing can stand against the assault of laughter.
Or I've had a smell of the bar laddies apron
R

Stella Artois

I am "��Random,"�� totally. Yes I hear you say, but
maybe I have attention defishe.. can'��t concentate.
Well maybe I am dyslexic, but no I am Aries, the
warrior and leader. but I do lack confidence. A
"��Oxymoron" with the empsis.. stress on the moron.
No I have been vetted by the highest aurthoriyt who
recommended de-worming and black molasses
Still with my Viva (Vauxhall) passed and gone, you
may call me Dr Who or Ford prefect, perhaps I
could be the the man in the iron mask or just plain
Alex.DumAss
R