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I live on my own but i am surrounded by writers, all books of description vying for my attention. I cast my eyes along the crooked case, and run my nimble fingers down their spines as if braille feeling for words. Which one of you will take me too my zenith of emotions, who will hold the compass and guide me to nirvana, or will trickery flicker like a dying candle to enlarge my shadow to choose for me. Let the breath of your words whisper as i flick through your body, until the pages stop then i will go back to being alone.

Eddie hastily grabs Dylan and shouts at julie to go upstairs and grab some things sharpish, Julie eventually gets to her feet and starts looking round the room as if she can't find her way upstairs.
-Julie lets go, c'mon move your fuckin arse.

On the ball cont:

ON THE BALL.

If it’s not of this day,
It would be of the other day.
If it be not in here,
It would be in other where –
May be for this very cause of life
I’ll have to migrate far and far away …
To the unknown … to the unseen…
If it were, I’m to leave all the relatives friends and
Partners – certainly, I do have to do.
Travelling towards the immeasurable unseen
Across the realms of Galaxies,
I’ll have to build all my dreams up and set them
In other lives by some celestial form of architecture –
So that the dreams mine live and occupy the heavenly sphere

May my voice raise louder and more louder …
Till it reaches to the highest heaven
In favour of every human and in against all evil.
May my pen write sharpen and more sharpen …
Till it becomes the edge of a shiny sword
That cuts open every neck of wild wolves.
May my effort be in eternal engagement …
With every individual spirit in its each well wish
And against all its false of coexistence.
May all my hours be spent for the betterment of
Peoples’ Kingdom and public benefit …
Until this body mine becomes dust and reaches from dust to dust.

Walking is a forgotten pastime.
The universe becomes ever faster
In its journey,
The need for serenity
And considered contemplation
Totally overlooked.

Where has all the silence gone?
I've no idea.

I don't see the need for all that commotion.
Why are all in such a hurry?

The quiet path is the one for me.
It may have been a while
Since I last experienced it
But I long for peace once more.

Here, I always find it.
These hills are like home to me,
Their warmth exudes from them
As I walk past.

I revel in the familiar sound
Of rustling leaves,

Sample piece from autobiography:

You call me, see the heron walk across the street,
plunging into the long green straggly weeds: Missing his lunch.

You call me, the terrapin peers out the pond: Doggy paddles and
touches a twig.

You call me, look up, two house-martins’ swoop under a canopy;
as one comes in, the other goes out: “Busy birds” you say.

You call me, count the carp
slapping against one another, for snippets of food
Their mouths make tunnels of O’s.

Whispering, you call me, pointing out the dragonfly; disguised
on a water lily: Skimming over the pond, settling on a stone.

Hello All,

My parents have recently returned back to the UK after visiting me here in Japan. They were here for 3 weeks. I'm working on a poem which reflects their stay in Japan. I plan to write a series of poems about friends and family that have visited me and have stayed with me at my apartment.

Thinking to base the format of the poem on a 'Ted Hughes' style of poem. Really like Hughes poems' especially 'The Thought Fox' and 'The Crows and the Birds'.

Belinda

Sample piece out of my Autobiography:

Book Review by Catherine Mark-Beasant

John Siddique’s ‘Poems from a Northern Soul’ interlaces snapshots of daily life and landscapes in the North. Divided into three sections – ‘Visible Imprints’, ‘Available Light’ and ‘Northern Soul’ – each is rich in everyday scenes, encounters and modern day experiences. Like the zoom of a camera he captures both the panoramic and the particular in the images wrapped around the tart prose style of his poems.

My mind is like a ball in a pinball machine, running round everywhere, being pushed by the flippers of my imagination.
Stopping occasionally at eureka moments, only too realise that there is not enough substance to remain.
Back into the flow of the game, hoping to disappear down the salubrious hole to feel that calming domain.
Just for those few seconds i feel like i'm travelling with Bob Marley on his zion train.
Then to reappear only to start again, because i'm being pulled by the weight of my inquisitive brain.

I saw your face just the other day
Your eyes pure, bound to show me the way
Although you're not around, that don't mean I don't care
I cherish every moment, our bond precious and rare

(Chorus) Even though you're gone, I can still see you
Even though you're gone, I can still hear you
As much as others try, they could never be you
Someday I'll move on, even though you're gone

Before we met, I was livin' a lie
Wanted the perfect life but was too afraid to try
I found the key, that key was you
Now I no longer have anything to prove

I always thought that i would leave me behind, in some sort of way.
My children would continue to tell the stories of my life.
I have no children who will speak for me.
That empty void hard to fill.
I pray at night and ask why?
Is it right and fair for a man to be childless?
Despise the people who have and don't care.
My head pity's my heart and my heart ignores me.
Are they children talking to me or is life mocking me?
Comfort and embrace me, not choke and kill me.
Which is more important my death or a child being born?