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Communiqué from Paradise

by

David Bluestone

The words are dead
as they leave the head.

The ones that stay
self-contaminate away.

Let the cavernous room
fill with odours of indigo.


Butterfly

by

David Bluestone

A Painted Lady subjugates the sill,
her painted body preening her conceit,
enticing in the pliant summer’s heat
that outspread wingtips scythe and veins distil.

The light intensifies her red black glaze,
around her silence all is motionless,
until the light and sultry heat’s duress
conspire to slap away my burning gaze.

It seems suspended time will never cease.
Only an Instamatic’s nerveless stare
could panic wings to frenzy, rend the air
like fingernails, and flail to find release.

I watched her circle frantically, then fly
up from the Earth to pierce the deep blue sky.

God's love

by

David Bluestone

A compass can tell you the width of a circle -
Attentions the worth of a lover -
A bent stick where’s water -
Or scan the skies
With incredulous eyes
And tell me how earth moves in aether.

Dictation

by

David Bluestone

"I love you," she says
"and I will never want
anyone else but you,"
as the brittle cups
bristle in the
morning breeze.

"I’m leaving you"
she says,
as the light fails
around her hair
and the whole room.

Faster than a thought
the heart dictates.

Suicide's song

by

David Bluestone

O to die!
Such bliss
to be shot
of all of this!

The soul

by

David Bluestone

The soul is eternally made flesh.

Jimmy’s trip Around the World

by

David Bluestone


I went to Greece and saw
Some flying geese

While in the Indian Ocean
I'll mix a magic potion
oranges lemons apples & limes
my oh my I have plenty of time.

I'll buy a teddy in Kerry
and a new Barbie in Bali.

I went up the Eiffel Tower
To plant a pretty flower
I'm not scared of heights
so I think i fly my kite.

My kite blew away
all the way to New Zealand
I skated there, and saw a Bear
Now that was a scare..

(by Marie)

I made friends with a kitty
In Salt Lake City
Half way up the Eiger
It turned into a tiger!
It chased me all the way
To a tea shop in Bombay
I gave it some toast and jam
And it said, "Right, I’m off to Birmingham."

I went to Rome
And bought a comb.
By the time I got to Crete
My hair was nice and neat.

In Dundalk
I bought a stalk,
and in Derry
I joined it to a cherry.

At the Earth’s crust
I gathered up some crumbs and dust.
Then off I went to Vancouver
where I bought a shiny red hoover.

I bought a knife in Fife
And a fork in Cork,
And sailed along the Upper Nile,
eating some cheese for supper.

Down on the grass

by

David Bluestone



Down on the grass you lay reading intently
How elegant poets inclipped their despair
As the sun and my eyes burned onto your limbs;
A conceit, or the heat, would trouble you, gently,
And you didn’t look up, to see me standing there.

Bergamasque

by

David Bluestone

Moonstruck Pierrot dances,
sends the shadows scattering
across groves of olive trees and votive shards
down to the river-mouth, battering
wharves where icy flute-players, listless bards,
bathe by night in olden fragrances;

where through the harbour gates each gracious, black-curved keel
is seen to touch the side-walk’s edge
on both sides; where craftsmen feel
the smooth oar’s caress, carve their knowledge
forever on thole-pins and silent sacred straits.

Lying on the deck in the sun
I have also seen
gaudy panoramas flake from the boards
on harbour walls; been
struck by eternity - a door opens towards
another door... the selfsame one...

poems to date

by

David Bluestone

1
Communiqué from Paradise

The words are dead
as they leave the head.

The ones that stay
self-contaminate away.

Let the cavernous room
fill with odours of indigo.

2
Butterfly

A Painted Lady subjugates the sill,
her painted body preening her conceit,
enticing in the pliant summer’s heat
that outspread wingtips scythe and veins distil.

The light intensifies her red black glaze,
around her silence all is motionless,
until the light and sultry heat’s duress
conspire to slap away my burning gaze.

It seems suspended time will never cease.
Only an Instamatic’s nerveless stare
could panic wings to frenzy, rend the air
like fingernails, and flail to find release.

I watched her circle frantically, then fly
up from the Earth to pierce the deep blue sky.

3
God’s love

A compass can tell you the width of a circle -
Attentions the worth of a lover -
A bent stick where’s water -
Or scan the skies
With incredulous eyes
And tell me how earth moves in aether.

4
Dictation

"I love you," she says
"and I will never want
anyone else but you,"
as the brittle cups
bristle in the
morning breeze.

"I’m leaving you"
she says,
as the light fails
around her hair
and the whole room.

Faster than a thought
the heart dictates.

5
Suicide’s Song

O to die!
Such bliss
to be shot
of all of this!

6
The Soul

The soul is endlessly made flesh.

7
The world

The world is a metaphor
in the mind of God.

8
God

God is a metaphor
in the mind of the world.

(By Neil Mendoza)

9
MADE IN HEAVEN

(Mad in heaven)
God: Why am I waiting?
Voice: It doesn’t matter. Be patient.
God: I am. Where are my tablets?

(Mad on earth)
Fred: I’ve been working all day
And now I want to play.
Rose: You’re a brick with a prick!
Although some people would say you’re sick.
Fred: The kids all fucked up in bed?
Rose: I love your bare arms, your build.
Fred: I love your earthy jugs.
You’ve as pretty as a pitcher.

(In heaven)
God: The boy falls over. He has a welt.
Voice: Fred will take the blame. Case closed.

10
ADOLF HITLER & THE JEWS

The Jews: Oh Lord!
God: Yes?
The Jews: We have longed to return to the Land of Israel for centuries.
God; Yes, I know.
The Jews: But we are happy here in Germany, and prosperous.
God: Fair enough.
The Jews: So we’ll stay put, if that’s alright with you.
God: Fine.
Adolf: Anyone who wants to stay has got to play.
Jews: What’s the game?
Adolf: Walk about in shiny leather and give a little wave at me.
Jews: That’s not our cup of tea.
We shan’t play!
Adolf: Then out you get.
Jews: But this is our home!
Adolf: Before things get out of hand,
Clear off to the Promised Land.
Jews: But what about our money?
Adolf: You can’t take it with you.
Jews: Then we’ll stay.
Adolf: What for? Don’t you want to be reunited with God? The sooner the better.
Jews: Yes please. But how do we do that?
Adolf: Leave it to us. Heinrich, can you sort this out? The Jews must be reunited with their God.
Heinrich: We can put them on a train, and 45 seconds after they get off they’ll be smoke out of a chimney.
Adolf: That sounds just the ticket!
Jews: But we don’t want to go!
Adolf: We know better than you. You won’t need money to travel to God. Bon voyage!
Heinrich: They could at least be grateful...
Adolf: Never mind, we’ll be remembered for our kindness.
God: It’s the thought that counts. As long as they get there in
the end.

11
Evil

There is no evil in the world,
only misunderstandings.

12
Jimmy’s trip Around the World

I went to Greece and saw
Some flying geese

While in the Indian Ocean
I'll mix a magic potion
oranges lemons apples & limes
my oh my I have plenty of time.

I'll buy a teddy in Kerry
and a new Barbie in Bali.

I went up the Eiffel Tower
To plant a pretty flower
I'm not scared of heights
so I think i fly my kite.

My kite blew away
all the way to New Zealand
I skated there, and saw a Bear
Now that was a scare..

(verses by Marie)

I made friends with a kitty
In Salt Lake City
Half way up the Eiger
It turned into a tiger!
It chased me all the way
To a tea shop in Bombay
I gave it some toast and jam
And it said, "Right, I’m off to Birmingham."

I went to Rome
And bought a comb.
By the time I got to Crete
My hair was nice and neat.

In Dundalk
I bought a stalk,
and in Derry
I joined it to a cherry.

At the Earth’s crust
I gathered up some crumbs and dust.
Then off I went to Vancouver
where I bought a shiny red hoover.

I bought a knife in Fife
And a fork in Cork,
And sailed along the Upper Nile,
eating some cheese for supper.

13
Down on the grass

Down on the grass you lay reading intently
How elegant poets inclipped their despair
As the sun and my eyes burned onto your limbs;
A conceit, or the heat, would trouble you, gently,
And you didn’t look up, to see me standing there.

14
Bergamasque

Moonstruck Pierrot dances,
sends the shadows scattering
across groves of olive trees and votive shards
down to the river-mouth, battering
wharves where icy flute-players, listless bards,
bathe by night in olden fragrances;

where through the harbour gates each gracious, black-curved keel
is seen to touch the side-walk’s edge
on both sides; where craftsmen feel
the smooth oar’s caress, carve their knowledge
forever on thole-pins and silent sacred straits.

Lying on the deck in the sun
I have also seen
gaudy panoramas flake from the boards
on harbour walls; been
struck by eternity - a door opens towards
another door... the selfsame one...

Down on the grass

by

David Bluestone

Down on the grass you lay reading intently
How elegant poets inclipped their despair
As the sun and my eyes burned onto your limbs;
A conceit, or the heat, would trouble you, gently,
And you didn’t look up, to see me standing there.

Bergamasque

by

David Bluestone

Moonstruck Pierrot dances,
sends the shadows scattering
across groves of olive trees and votive shards
down to the river-mouth, battering
wharves where icy flute-players, listless bards,
bathe by night in olden fragrances;

where through the harbour gates each gracious, black-curved keel
is seen to touch the side-walk’s edge
on both sides; where craftsmen feel
the smooth oar’s caress, carve their knowledge
forever on thole-pins and silent sacred straits.

Lying on the deck in the sun
I have also seen
gaudy panoramas flake from the boards
on harbour walls; been
struck by eternity - a door opens towards
another door... the selfsame one...