Poem: Troubled

You leave me again tumbling,

Stumbling across your shadow.

Our thoughts and laughter like too…. perfume me.

yet still

I hear heart ache tangled in my hair

I feel & feel & freeze.

The play set act scene,

You moved in me again.

Touché

The game set match,

You won in me again.

It’s all in

I’ll give in

You take my heart

Cake and eat it too.

You

Away

I stay, steam rising from my troubled art.

I may still, yet it’s you who that’s gone astray.

This day

Liam

Poem: On the Beach

As I lie here weak not strong,

My head rings clear and full with song,

Of deeds and places friends long gone.

The splash of ripple on the beach.

Warm soft sand within my reach.

Sweet high clouds in a cobalt sky.

Floating on this moment free,

Its you who moves in me the how.

Whose reach touches the me the now.

I am in me and you are she.

We communicate our intimacies,

We communicate our intrinsic feelings.

We communicate the idiosyncrasies of togetherness.

Unknown to those other mortals on the beach.

Each captivated in their own exploratory world of now.

I let the ripples relax and cleanse,

Sand washes deep,

This cleans the lens of thoughts, creative and benign.

Its here we meet and share,

The simplicity of Profound.

The exact’ty of the boundless found.

The joy is not being held in the identity of me,

I’m experiencing the freedom of the we.

As I lie here weak not strong,

My head rings clear and firm and strong.

The splash the ripples on the beach,

Soft the sand within my reach.

The warmth that holds and sets me free,

The cobalt blue in the sky I see.

Liam May 2018

Poem: The Lovers

Like heavy clouds on a sleepless night.

Mist still covers the eyes that might.

Reveal those thoughts in a tangle entwined.

What did happen?

Were you mine?

They could burn, deep in my brain.

Combustible particles.

Tinder awaiting flame.

Hot licentious fragments of imagination.

Fragrant as incense, smoke coils from my thinking.

Your curls in brunette cascade,

Playfully around those red puckered lips.

The slim silky covered hips.

Once shared, we enjoyed the plain. Played the game

Of you and me.

Our rough,

Our storm,

Our sea,

Our iniquity.

Who knows when we again might sail.

When we again might sprinkle light. When we again might…

Thunder clouds on a stormy night.

A pod,

Two peas.

Lost on lovers breeze.

Our seas.

Liam 2017

Part : 3 Elephants and Surfing

Colombo was done in a day and in the early hours of the next morning I embarked on an odyssey which even Homer would have cringed at.

The initiative had come from Pundit, my host with the round brown face, flaring bushy nostrils and sparkling white teeth. He whispered to me about a famous and ancient tooth which could be visited in Kandy, up in the central highlands of Siri Lanka.

The tooth as legend had it, once belonged to no other than Buddha himself. I wondered enigmatically which tooth it might be, incisor or molar? Had it fallen out because of poor hygiene or was it a milk tooth from Buddha’s childhood. “Its simply a velly holey relict which followers of the Buddhist faith and others can visit in the temple” he chimed with a friendly head wag, answering the quizzical look on my face.

Disembarkation after the six hour journey was slow and painful. The hours of being pulverised on the wooden bench, at the back of the local bus had left my backside bloodless and numb. As I moved once again, blood flowed to those neither regions and I perceived a strange prickling sensation not unsimilar to that of the thrashings I’d occasionally received at school for minor misdemeanours.

The early Kandy’ian morning, still veiled in silky clouds of translucent smoke, shot through with the first golden rays of the morning, radiated the promise of adventure and exotic discovery. A great Banyan tree grew at the centre of the bus station, its dark humid leaves hiding all sorts of debris and filth in the emergent light.

Humming quietly, I stepped out into the day and onto an elephant turd, about the size of a 10L bucket, still steaming with digestive fumes, its owner brightly painted and tinkling with trinkets swayed comfortably down the road in front of me.

“Namaste, baba!” a salutation and valediction spoken with a slight bow hands pressed together, palms touching and fingers pointing upwards, thumbs close to the chest, “Can I be of helping you?” my new guide and friend asked.

“Yes please.” I head wagged him back smiling, as a deep sense of recognition and understanding washed across my soul; this was my déjà vu, my odyssey beginning, and my Parsifal journey to an unknown grail.

Later that day I met Buddha, his golden image illuminated by oil lamps and awash in swaths of sweet incensed smoke, his gaze fixed on the two thousand year old casket, containing his once living tooth.

The train down through the highlands wove in dizzy parabolic curves, all about the tea plantations synonymous with Ceylon. The hot British beverage which is known here as chai, yet had absolutely no similarities in taste, flavour or smell to its English counter part, was offered by small acrobatic women with wrinkled faces and gorgeously colourful saris.

“Chai, chai, chai.” they chanted, their busy eyes searching for your glimpse of thirst, while balancing a hot brass tea pot on their heads. In small gilded glasses the delicious brew of aromatic cardamom, cloves, tea and boiled sweet milk was passed up through the open window. Together with a last sip, the ancient colonial engine blew its whistle, steam and sound merging into one white cloud of impermanent thunder, the funnel belched, the carriages shook and we trundled off into the endless green undulating panorama.

Aragum Bay has no real geographical or even geological significance. It marks how ever the south eastern most corner of Sri Lanka with a rocky point. This point however is so exactly positioned that the Indian Ocean swell, after travelling freely thousands of sea miles, is tripped up and dissected, resulting in a perfect and pristine curving right wave. A Shangri-La, for surfers like me to enjoy in the solitude of a piece of paradise found.

“Guten Tag, wie heist du?” a foreign language but a friendly bearded face greeted me as I entered the palm hut just off the beach, “Welcome to Aragum Bay!”, here we surf with the elephants.

Liam 1984

Part 4. Aragum to Cochin

Poem: The Dance

Shall I take you by the hand to dance & sing.

Then wrap you round my heart in sound.

Where tinkling bells of Wisdom ring.

The thud, the heavy beat of my red blood.

Pulsate galore, the rhythm Dancing on the floor.

This symphony soars, it chimes & flies.

Violins ring, cellos roar, the oboe grunts, & horns galore.

Drum beat heaving through the floor.

We spin, we flow, we turn, we twist

once more,

once more,

once more.

In musical flight ,

harmony sound.

Abound the joyous sense of my love spinning.

Let me orchestrate and conduct,

Drive the flow of sound,

Set up my beat.

Where passion melts, in one become.

This dynamic moment of create.

This very start of feelings new.

Sound so liberatingly profound ensue, the you.

I take thee in a grasp,

Fold you round the music in my breast.

The resonating ring ,

Calling me you sing the song ,

My song of joy,

Becomes yours also to enjoy.

A chorus strong,

Wild flying through the night.

On wings we whirl, we twirl, we curl, we resonate with light.

Invisible we curve in rhythms flight.

Caught tight in magics weft & warp.

Stripped souls we liberate from earthly thought.

A night of dance, of sound, of joyful filled touch,

Eternal moments means so much.

Liam Kennedy

From Liam at Eckernförde on the Baltic Sea

Writing poetry has enabled me to explore the rich & magical world of emotion. It can be glimpsed at through the lens of poetic integration. Spinning the world of our feelings, with the toolbox of poetic diction.

It is this subtle art, finding a delicate thread to circumscribe an emotion, to capture it in metaphor, onomatopoeia alliteration and all the other poetic jargon that lies with in my writers grasp.

If in the one or other poem you might feel recognized, then my effort has been most humbly praised.

Poem: Let’s get in step

I will love & find a way to step into your stride,

Hold your hand in storm & in surging tide.

Wide, spread welcome arms to fold you in a happy cry.

A laugh, a simple beating of my heart.

The hearth, the home a we grown place well known.

Can you, could you, should you, will you, step in & touch.

Embrace, the pacing thud of loves red blood ?

The day, the moment of your turning step.

The door is wide, a stage new set.

In stride we march,

An eyebrow arched.

A twinkle from a smile is cast.

Into the dawning of a bright new day,

On sunbeams warm I carry you

Here with me, now to stay ….

Forever & yet one more day .

Liam

Poem: The Captain

Upon the bridge he took his stand.

The captains look a journey planned.

To distant star, it’s light still dim.

Blazing gold the radiant rim.

Of a setting sun,

against a rising tide.

Moon was full the seagull cried.

The urchin curled within its shell.

A shooting star,

to the ringing bell.

Horizon cut the dark in two!

In ocean deep

We are the few to leave….

the wave,

the wet,

the blue.

Fly, through the heavens on a stary night.

Sails filled with moon milky light,

On sparkling spume.

The firmament we’ll trawl.

Constellations be the ports of call.

Pieces, Sagittarius, Andromeda too.

To visit you wonder, the question who?

Let it be spoken

Let it be said

Those lonely souls, while you sleep in bed.

Received us well,

With both laughter & joy.

We traded our memories, dreams, thoughts and ideas.

We threw over board the worry and fears.

To sunsets new rising,

A waking new day.

I’d passaged the cosmos.

I’d found a new way,

Of grabbing the moment,

Of touching the pulse.

Of living the fullest.

Of being my most.

Now waking so slowly

I’ll take all that I have.

The bag on my shoulder

Is a treasure I’ve had.

Your far distant calling echoes deep in my ear.

To find you my friend.

The star distant I hear.

Liam December 2016

Poem: Aphrodite

I often call, song ringing, through the valleys.

Sweet dew of spring, a dripping Honey from it all.

Buttercup

Dandelion

Agapanthus

Cherry

Each wait, mine too for Aphrodite.

Sweeping she caresses all.

The gentle call to spring.

To sing cry shout and more !

Fling open wide my door.

Out into the hills that ring.

Her sound, my call, the harmony,

the deepness of this All.

A blue clear day,

Embedded on the grassy bank.

I think your thoughts & more.

You saw, me awake & In those eyes the Blue.

The morning whispers,

you too are touched.

You synchronise

You immortalise

We unify within my eyes.

I laugh

You smile

We’ve seen the way.

Aphrodite !

Liam 2017