I Don't Obey The Rules When Writing Poetry.
I'm Triggered By Life Events & Observations.
The Words Are A Gut Reaction
But From The Heart...

A Few Of Steve's Poems

See Examples Of Steve's Poetry Below This Introduction

There are some things you can’t talk about, even when other people are giving a running commentary on your life. As hard as it is, you have to stand back and let them have their say, even when assumptions are made that don’t match the truth.

That’s what people do. That’s what we all do.

Challenging false assumptions is commendable, but when you are in the firing line, it isn’t so easy. The more you challenge, the more entrenched all parties become and before you know where you are, you are standing in a hole.

My life journey since 2001 has taken me through spectacular collapse into indescribable peace. Peace with myself, God and those I love.

I hope you enjoy “Spilling The Beans”.

Don’t read between the lines, just take the journey with me. You may find the connections with your own life closer than you think.

01 Beyond

Beyond the blue and the white
Police vans are outnumbered by TV satellites
An unscripted screenplay
Complete with Heckler and Koch
Kevlar bodies and hooded faces
Stare into the jaws of hell.

Beyond the blue and the white
Blood red bits of humanity scream in terror
A controlled explosion
Like a caged animal with a view to a kill
Bottled up rage whimpering
Into the next callous fist of hate.

Beyond the blue and the white
The coloured mind of insanity holds
the moment
While a single shot
Raises an army to a cause beyond
Fired by bullets and blackouts and
exclusion zones,
Disfiguring the heart of God.

(The London Bombings – 2005)

02 Six Years On

Six years on
My fingernails are clean now,
After the pit.
The red light on the phone blinks again,
Seems like I exist after all.
Life can still be difficult without the mask
But at least I got rid of mine.

Six years on
I have a better view on the box
The key was inside all along
Strange I didn’t see it.
Might have been the mirror shades
That coloured my rose spectacles.
Sometimes you can only see
When the light hurts your eyes.

Six years on,
Part 2 rolls after the intermission,
I feel a song coming on.
Stepping from minor to major
And bursting without innuendos.
I was living on the edge of a dream
But now I drag them into heaven’s reach
And live them in your warm embrace.

03 A Far Cry

I can still hear you.
Hidden in the shadows of injustice
Taken by relentlesswaves of oppression
Overlooked through commercial expediency
Trampled by democratic manipulation
Caught up in monogamous trade delegations
Ignored by nationalistic self interest
Struck down by religious bigotry
Pushed aside by unscrupulous money merchants
Sidelined by monocle’d visionaries
Exploited by hit and run tourists
Conned by the patronism of well wishers
Stepped on by horse blinkered developers
Saturated by sanctimonious clichés
Annihilated by the reality of isolation

It’s a far cry from where I’m standing now.
But I can still hear you.

(From my days working in some of the poorest locations on
earth with the organisation I founded: Soapbox Expeditions)

04 Beauty Of The Broken

I stepped into melancholy boulevards
History in suspension through
Weak shafts of winter light
Relics of the past
Embalmed in dust and cobwebs
Mouldering prayer books and jumbled organ keys
A silent monster once a herald of good tidings
Now out of breath
Embarrassed by the silence.

Then a still small voice broke cover.
“I’m lonely”
The poetry of eternity
Yearning for the beauty
Of the broken.

(Remembering my first step into an empty and derelict Graylingwell Chapel in 2007. We re-opened the building and it became the home of our church)

05 Negotiated Settlement

Bringing the bombers round the table
Could be explosive
Too many nails flailing the air.

Suffocating the innocent
Insulting the peacemakers
Talking the soft talk with the enemy
Could be deafening
Too many egos flailing the air

Clash of ideologies
Words stuffed with innuendos
Stepping into ill-fitting shoes
Could be dangerous
Too many revelations flailing the air

Surrendering positions
Walking the extra mileBut stop!
Didn’t Jesus say
“Love your enemies
And pray for those who
despitefully use you.”

 

06 Ten Years Of Silence

Ten years of silence
Broken only by the roar of a precarious dawn
Attacking paralysed emotions
Thawing frozen fingers
Breaking distant voices
Healing heartfelt memories
Stirring dormant passions
Finding ancient treasures

Ten years of silence
Now gaining a foothold on a glorious summit
Doorway to panorama
Vista of endless possibility
Curved horizon beckoning beyond
Words clamouring to become flesh
Fresh air energising the spirit
Tantalised colours in freefall
The still small voice speaks

 

07 Out And Out

When I’m gone,
I’ll step out of my picture
And remind the perpetrator that his days are
outnumbered.

And for a moment,
I’ll take leave of my senses,
And stretch heaven into earth in wild abandon
outrageous.

In one audacious act,
I’ll reverse the exit signs,
And call into question the science of despair
outmanoeuvred.

In a split second,
I’ll bounce eternity across the chasm
A heavenly bungee jumper
on a spring of hope
outpouring

From where I’m standing the
Big Country is just ahead

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