Ancestral Voices

Ancestral Voices This living tradition, Contains no mystery, No secrets, nothing hidden, All is as it is. As we dance in morning mist, Songs of our ancestors weave, Our sacred unfolding path, Breath of life, living gods. For our poor limited minds, Dreams challenge and remind us, To tread with care, To live with respect.Continue reading “Ancestral Voices”


Ghosts Ghost from the past, Tease and persuade me, With histories so devious and bad. Ghost in the machine, Mystify and manipulate me, With stories of us and of them. Ghost of the future, Flirt and fascinate me, With fantasies of pleasure and joy. © David R. Durham

Ancient Prayers

Ancient Prayers Pungent incense adorns austere vestments, Aching knees, silent witnesses, testify, Propitiate holy separation’s torments. Dust hovers, swirls, dances in sunlit shafts, Children yawn, babies doze, angel’s smiles, Pungent incense adorns austere vestments. Liturgy, elegant life giving river, Evaporating desires, cleanse souls, Propitiate holy separation’s torments. Sacred rite, gifted ancient tradition, Well loved, humblyContinue reading “Ancient Prayers”


Garden Of Eden Casually draped emotions, barely felt, Shimmer and ripple with each casual glance, Faultless ways, cultured mind’s illusion, Create false regrets, zoo sanctioned chiding. Sacred mourning over a fallen people, No going back, the curved archway should have read, Once picked, fruit starts to rot, no going back, Joyous lament, sensuous piety, righteousContinue reading “Eden”

Dream Time

Dream Time Softly chanted incantations in candle lit darkness, Your compassionate gaze fills our hearts, Time ticks another round, scribbling another score, Fond memories arise of love songs we’ve lived, Whilst the dogs of unsung songs bay our hearts. Sweet incense swirls, upward and fleeting, What others’ pleasing stories have our lives told, What dreamsContinue reading “Dream Time”


Fallen O’ beautiful death release me, From winters so long and so cold. My skeleton lies naked and fragile. O’ beautiful decay reinvent me, So I may live again, bright and bold. My flesh is a feast soft and vulnerable. O’ beautiful spirit’s new adventure, In flowing growth born from the old. My body arisesContinue reading “Fallen”


Thunder Riot and footfall dance to that beat, Earth’s stage set where hearts can meet. Ancestral lands invoke your dream-time chant, Rise and fall ’till your breath is scant. In your belly and your thighs rips a youthful tide, Rhythms pick up and your stride’s so wide. Words too frail fade away forgotten and spent,Continue reading “Thunder”


And The Tears, They Flow. Beauty’s kiss, her joy-filled embrace, Moonlight silvered raven hair, Beauty’s reckless, carefree poise, She yields under heaven’s spell; And the tears, they flow. Cold truth scavenges childhood memories, Scorching time’s forward march, Cold truth scrambles delicate feelings, She humbles dog-eared certainty; And the tears, they flow. Grace revealed in herContinue reading “Tears”


Reminders Sea rolling, sweeping, flowing, bubbling onto a pebbled beach; You remind me of my forgotten journeys. Penetrating light moving down a corridor of brick archways; You remind me of a forgotten life-style. Black and white images of faces in a winter’s landscape; You remind me of long lost loves. The felt sense of myContinue reading “Reminders”

Holy Words

Holy Words When sublime words fell from the sky, free to Those who would listen, a few looked at Each other in wonder, some felt a tingling Fear trickle down their stooped spines, many more, Intoxicated by their new human Sensations, never heard anything at all. Pitter patter as rain, holy words fall from TheContinue reading “Holy Words”

Gift Wrapped

Gift Wrapped What is this fate which breaks the will of men? That insidious grim stealer of magic and dreams, Unyielding face with gritty voice, black cloak. What caricatures of men live a lie? That all can survive, and some may live large, In deep worn trances, rich in rhythmic chants. What concerns for other’sContinue reading “Gift Wrapped”

Endless Play

Endless Play Caught in the moment, Caught on the camera. We love when we dance, We smile when we play, At times we’re feeling down, Then we’re feeling up again, So life goes around in an endless play. Ambushed in the shopping mall, Ambushed at a party. We smile when we dance, We love whenContinue reading “Endless Play”

Old Horses

Old Horses The stable door ajar, straw bedded down, The old horse left a brief note saying; “Gone t’d pub old chap, back before you know”. Tess, our dependable collie sheep dog, Now lounging in her sun warmed corner, She dreamed eons and eons, were rolling by. Big hooves clatter across the outside yard, CatsContinue reading “Old Horses”


Markets Down in the market where life runs free, Where daily stories are shared, And there is lots of stuff to see. Exotic looking fruits to smell and to try, Stacked high on rough work-man’s tables, Laid out under a clear blue mountain sky. Men with packed trolleys weave and bob, Their job not doneContinue reading “Markets”


Fireworks All the fireworks sparkled and crackled, And the neon lights rippled and shone, As people sauntered, shopped and surveyed, Some walked hand in hand. All their frowns and their glowing smiles, And their hopes and unquiet desires, As their animated chatter splashed and gurgled, Some felt alive as seldom before. All gifts wrapped withContinue reading “Fireworks”


Jabber Jabber Welcome to the world of the monkey mind, Which never stops jabbering ’till the end of time, The news man jabbers and the DJ jabbers and jabbers and jabbers. Love talks, money talks, pep talks, ain’t it time we had a talk, The lyrics are sweet, the lyrics are sad, The lyrics remindContinue reading “JabberJabber”


Attachment Navigating life’s unfolding flow, Caught up in happy gifts of memories, Weighed down by past regret and sadness, Sweet sticky, foulest sticky moments, Bold hope now races ahead childlike, Merciless fear dogs our sleepless night terrors, All happening where? Happening to who? © David R. Durham

Wheat Fields

Wheat Fields Wind rolls through ripened wheat fields, Weaving and flowing, natural dance, Children’s shouts echo as they run, run And play, dogs barking at startled Wild rabbits running for new cover, Red combine harvesters revving, Warm summer’s fragrance fills the air, Dust gathers round the first clean cuts, Blades biting and biting the ripeContinue reading “Wheat Fields”


Labels What would we do without labels? A label for this, a label for that; Ah yes, now I know you, here’s your label, Friend, co-worker, awkward git, good sense of humour; And how would we shop without labels? Oh yes, I must have this one, but definitely not that one; Could our health systemContinue reading “Labels”

The Angry Men

The Angry Men The angry men swarmed across the Earth, Cawing with their fractious voices, Driven by their untamed hearts, Lustful in their greedy nature, Filled with perfidious self-doubts, Friends with fulsome fear. The angry men ignore Earth’s grace, Sucking the lands dry, Seizing their false birthright, Wealth their unholy credo, Filled with well disguisedContinue reading “The Angry Men”

The Offering

The Offering Sacred invocations gently calling, Sculpted ebony hands, clasped prayer like, Tribal keepers of lore, wisdom and love. Voices awash with ancient memories, Earth pulse, effortless dancing, raptured chants, Forgotten time, forgotten self, home again. Love woven hearts in blissful surrender, Earthy fragrant aroma melts their minds, Naught but this, naught but complete releaseContinue reading “The Offering”


Echoes of Somewhere Somewhere there is a beating human heart, Human heart, human heart; Somewhere there is a heart that is singing, Is singing, is singing; Somewhere there is our dearest lover, Dearest lover, dearest lover; Somewhere there is the warmest of smiles greeting us, Greeting us, greeting us; Somewhere there is our human life,Continue reading “Echoes”

Old Photos

Old Photo’s Bending to tie my shoes, seems a little Harder this year, I sit, baggy trousered, Caressing the old blue photo album, Embossing slightly worn, occasional Pages are a little loose now. Opened; Love lost remembered, discovered Between stuck-together pages, brushing The grey stubble on my chin, grinning, my head, Bow’d slightly, silently reminiscing.Continue reading “Old Photos”