Poems

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Yellow and grey

 Gold and ashes

Clattering noises

 Make me alert

 I desire the gold

But find nothing than ashes

 Who told me that is gold?

 And who said the noise

 Is the rhythm of your life.

15.02.22

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I hold the sun in the universe

Spreading day across the earth

 When the night puts us asleep

 On my breast moon takes the lead

To send thirstiness into a vein

I’ll feed you with clear pure rain.

20.04.22

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This poem is coming from my novel ‘A Letter To Heaven’, chapter 4.

Black swan, black swan,

White’s heart is on run,

Don’t follow poisoned gales,

That wraps your mind in veils,

White can’t hear black’s voice,

It has made its choice,

With a twisted heart, it sinks in a river,

Where it feels no pain forever.

31.05.22


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This poem was quoted at Batley Library, Batley Poetry evening on 18/11/23

I am a song

 Not a rock,

 Sing me out,

 Don’t roll me

 Down the rock,

 I am airy,

 Not heavy,

 I won’t take space

 In your pocket.

11.06.23

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I cannot change you,

 Spare parts these

  They don’t produce

 Anymore,

 It’s better

 If I let you go

 The way you are.

08.06.23

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My life is

 A river

 With its turns

 Sharp,

 Waterfalls

 So deep

 I don’t mind

 If I fail,

 I let it

 Take me wherever

 It wants.

13.06.23

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This poem was quoted at Batley Library, Batley Poetry evening on 18/11/23

When the sun stops shining

 Above my head

 Hiding itself

 Behind mindful clouds,

 I take my heart

 In my hands

 And let it shine

 Over me.

16.06.23

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I came naked

 I can’t fake it,

 And I’ll go naked,

 I can’t take it,

 All that I have

 Is just a show

 Before I go.

18.06.23

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Rather water

 I take,

 Not your love,

 It’s too thick

 When I drink it,

 My throat

 Goes thick,

 Please,

 Dilute it,

 Otherwise

 Keep me away

 From it.

24.06.23

Whispers of a tree

This poem is written for the Mayor of West Yorkshire - Tracy Bradin regarding Climate change encouraged by Friends of the Earth.

Published on Facebook pages – Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 09/11/24.


I inhale innocent clouds,

Contaminated

By human minds,

My roots grow

Into grounds

Affected

By human hands,

I twist my body

In and out,

And around,

Trying to get there,

Where I can breath

Fresh air.

30/11/23

The Voice of the Earth

This poem is written for the Mayor of West Yorkshire - Tracy Bradin regarding Climate change encouraged by Friends of the Earth.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.

You twist my work,

My desires and wishes,

You drop poison

In my aged hands,

My mouth and face

Along my voice

Goes informed

In shadows of humans.

30.11.23

The speech of the weather

This poem is written for the Mayor of West Yorkshire - Tracy Bradin regarding Climate change encouraged by Friends of the Earth.

One day

I'll give up,

One day,

I'll have enough,

My strength becomes weaker,

I won't be able

To protect,

And that day

Will be a day

Humans will beg me

To stop.

30.11.23

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I visited Beijing on 20 December 2023. It seemed so welcoming that I wrote a poem to this beautiful city.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 15/04/24.

Hello Beijing,

You greet me

With ice

In your breath,

Your loving hands

Wrapped into

Golden sun rays

Stroked my head,

Welcoming me

To run free

In your endless maze.

22/12/23

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I visited the Great Wall in China on 22nd December 2023 and decided to write a poem dedicated to it.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.

Your winds of North

Must not love me

My dear Great Wall,

They hold me tight

In their bony hands

Leading me away

From your mother’s

Loving heart.

23/12/23

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This poem comes from my book ‘A Letter to Heaven.’ Originally written on 12.02.22. This is an edited version.

In the sky during the day

The golden sun I lay

The moon from my chest

In the night its silver light rest

I give you water from the rain

New strength for fighting thirstiness

To gain.

08/01/24

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This is a poem from my novel ‘A Letter To Heaven’, chapter 16.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.

My clear road goes hazy

When night falls over me

The moon casts light lazy

To make sure the road I see.

I think I walk on my own

To the place I call home

But angels are looking down

Leaving me not alone.

22.01.24

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This is a poem from my novel ‘A Letter To Heaven’, Chapter 18.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 15/04/24.

 

Petals from pure gold

Made by the sun

My tired hands bold

Giving me fun.

The sky of rose pink

Spreads petals golden

Making my sadness sink

Freeing me from burden.

Again I can talk

My lips covered with smile

Now I can walk

Another endless mile.

 06.02.24

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I created and read this poem in the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’  hosted by Gaia Holmes. 151 Haugh Shaw Road, Halifax/England

I tend to be

Not such blue,

But I can’t

Get rid of blue.

My mind is bright blue

Early mornings,

But it goes dark

When things get

Grumpy.

But it turns

Back bright blue

When time goes

By.

24/02/24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 24/02/24.

I read this poem at Serendipity poetry night, at Josef's K cafe, Bradford on 29/02/24.

I read it at Rhubarb Poetry night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford, England on 27/03/34

Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 05/11/24.

You are so blue

Moon out there,

So many stars

Surrounding you

Up there,

But there is none

To share

With.

So many people

Gather around me,

But there is nobody

To spare

With.

25.02.24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 02/03/24.

Published on Facebook pages – Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Calls For Submission (Poetry, Art, Fiction), Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 07/11/24.

Published on the Facebook page Poetry Contest on 08/11/24

I’ll bring you blue

My bower bird,

There won’t be reds

Or oranges to fight with,

I’ll heal your wounds

Wrapping them

Into warming

Blue words.

02/03/24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 09/03/24.

They say,

It’s a blue hour,

But is scattered

With pearls of silver and red gold,

Lined up

Into blue twisted ropes.

Endless colourful images,

Changing and lingering,

On massive canvas.

Trying to mince my brains,

Sky dark,

But glittering blue

With a damaged silver coin

On its chest,

Smoky clouds

Trying to contaminate

Its innocence,

Satellites,

Airplanes,

Spaceships

Are fighting for space

In the blue

Eternity.

09/03/24  

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 09/03/24.

Lay me into the blue sea,

Cover me with the endless sky,

Come into my dreams,

Sing me blue lullaby,

Before I fall asleep.

09/03/24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 23/03/24

My soul feels calm in this navy blue darkness

The silver moon casts its vanilla light in my dusty window.

I stare at it seeing images flashing from my past

And images from tomorrow.

Daylight scares me

It brings new troubles and worries.

I feel as if I’ll wake up on day which is gone again.

23/03/24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 23/03/24

My day fades into the dusk

Becoming darker and harder

And suddenly it’s night.

I search for the vanilla stars. There is none

Tonight.

Thick indigo holds me tight.

It promises me safety.

I’m invisible now. Still terrified and alarmed

Being seen by somebody else like me.

The silver day will come.

23/03/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop in Halifax Kings Cross Library on 20/04/24

My breath comes back

Through rain and moist air.

It’s homesick

Longing to be in me

I breathe it in and out

Letting it re-enjoy adventure again.

20/04/24

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It was written at Gaia Holmes's workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax on 27/04/24.

I wrote it with unfinished stanzas as I learned a new way to write poems.

A few nights before I composed this poem I noticed that outside was a moon and I wrote about my experience seeing this beauty behind the hazy window.

I was awoken for no reason in the early hours

And I saw

 

Silver white moon through the frosted glass window

I opened it receiving fresh spring hair.

Every cloud has a silver lining

It’s interesting to know does the moon has one.

I try hard to open the window wider.

It resists protecting the moon from my eyes.

I observe the bleary circle.

People like to walk over your body

 

Considering seizing your treasures,

Bring them down to earth and get richer than they are.

Indeed,

 

I would do the same but with your blessing

I would treasure your gift

Placing it on the mantel.

 

That little still alien would talk to me.

We would talk about space and the earth.

 

I would show it how beautiful the earth can be.

I would it hear the TV and radio sounds,

Experience a water kettle boiling the water.

27/04/24

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The poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at King Cross Library, Halifax. 

I read this poem at Rhubarb Poetry Night (70th Anniversary) at the pub Cultures, Saltaire, Bradford on 29/05/24

I walk in a glowing green forest

Listening to a story told by my grandad

 

about a fairy cat with a bag of caramel sweets wrapped in green paper

And magical dwarf who is not allowed to be bothered.

 

Take me to the blue city

Use your wings of endless love

Tell me there is never sorrow and fire

But we swim in melting sun

I want to believe in every word

Even if it’s a fairytale before I go to sleep.

This city makes me feel secure

Protected from evil spirits

Narrow steps and long steep staircases

Decorated with rainbow flowerpots

Makes this city to be alive

Taking me to the place of love.

04/05/24

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The poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at King Cross Library, Halifax. It is written in memories about a forest behind my grandparent's home in Preikuļi/Latvia

Blueberries is a door back to the 1980’s

The sun was bursting its golden rays over my head

No clouds swimming in the indigo sky

I returned to a forest where I disappeared into the kingdom of blueberries.

I was a king and lord, I was a saver and the most adored boy

Who could free blueberry plants from heavy their loads.

11/05/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s poetry workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

This poem is published on the Igniting the Sparkle Facebook page 18/05/24.

I swam in a lake where water clang on me

It was slippery as ice on wintery streets

Confusing as situations when you get embarrassed  by

Unexpected actions.

 

The glowing sunset attempted to wash my distraction away

Holding me into its warm hugs. My friends’ happy voices,

Loud music from their open car

Tried to erase my puzzlement

It took an hour to get here by car through the city

Where my heart will stay forever

To be here again where my childhood

Memories are lingering in the air

My grandad used to sit in the thin layer of pale sand with his hat on 

To protect himself self from sunstrokes

Where green summer grass has memorised my footsteps,

Vague memory of cutting my foot with a piece of glass

Running into the warm lake water on a boiling hot summer day.

Where my brother and I played James Cook

Using a manual catamaran as our ship to discover other banks of the lake.

18/05/24

This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

It is published on the Igniting the Spark Facebook page on 25/05/24 and Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 16/09/24.

Once in a blue moon, I was born

And I got a breath

I heard cuckoo's voice telling me

the dark clouds are approaching for the indigo sky to cry

Once in a blue moon, I was between the sky and the earth

I saw mountains wrapped in endless cotton candy

Before six o’clock morning on M75

I climbed a mountain where I wanted to be

And memorised the vast landscape under my feet.

25/05/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

 Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 30/09/24.

I don’t know whether blue

Can turn my burning red dream

In blue.

 

I don’t know about blue,

Can it paint my desire in blue

That lingers in the beautiful innocent sky

As a colourless bird whose wings can be easily broken

By hard gales from any direction of the earth.

 

What I don’t know about blue,

Can it hear me

And

Is it mighty

Or it’s me who doesn't know about blue

There is no such a colour as blue.

01/06/24

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 Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 13/09/24.

I asked the time

Where does it run?

It replied to me with raving engines of cars,

Clattering people's footsteps,

Voices of birds, the noise of the wind,

Moving clouds and shining sun in the sky.

I’m a river

That streams to the point

Where humans think

There is no return.

13/09/24

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 Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 18/09/24.

Round butter white moon

Is standing 

Still,

Frozen,

Muted

As a button attached to the almost black sky

If I would not know

This is a moon

I would think it is a gate to a better life

I would climb the highest hill on the earth

And hold on stars

To enter it.

18/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 20/09/24.

The stars lose their existence

When the silver moon casts its foggy light over them

Crawling high in the black universe

My life pauses when I fall into a deep sleep

And I lose the world

Till sunrise knocks on my bedroom window

Calling me out to breathe another day.

20/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 24/10/24.

Switch off the engine gently

When my vehicle reaches the end of its road,

Take me out safely

And bring me home quietly

The way the mist disappears

26/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 26/10/24.

A clock fingers

Crawl over seven o’clock morning,

Grey clouds peal off the steady sky

Landing on the dreamy alleys,

Streetlights still penetrate through

Cotton white blankets.

I see there is honey-sweet sleep

Still in your eyes.

 

Let's drink English breakfast tea

When the sun melts morning mist away.

08/10/24

29th November

Poetry published on - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Global Poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry lover, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry world, Poets & poetry lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The poetry club, The Poetry Corner Official on 30/11/24.

My mother is not here

She is still in deep sleep

Eight o’clock morning

My eyes catch 

A beautiful painting

In her dusty kitchen window

Where the sun melts fog

Silently 

Not disturbing my mother's long-lasting rest,

The milky white velvet

Clings on trees, the silent road and a frosty field

Rebelling against the never losing power.

The frost is holding tightly on evergreen grass,

It dazzles fighting for its survival

After its lover - blue hour

Suddenly broke 

Its Moonlight glittering heart.

29/11/24

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Published on Facebook Pages - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds,  Facebook Poetry Society, For The Love of Poetry, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets,  Ivo Bierands,  Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy,  Poetry Groups, Poetry lover, Poetry Lovers, Poetry Official, Poetry Prompts,  Poetry UK,  Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & poetry lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Passion of Poetry, The poetry club, The Poetry Corner Official, Urdu poetry – Love Poetry Sad Poetry on 02/12/24.

I washed the threshold of your home

With salted tears from my eyes

That never hurts

And gifted you flowers as gentle as my heart

I saw a crack in the colourless clouds  

Where you watched me 

From the cobalt blue sky

When I said goodbye,

You did not leave me

But accompanied me

Stroking my head with sunshine from the sky

Enclosing me in your arms with golden sunrays 

Making sure I have returned to the place

Where I feel safe. 

02/12/24

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Published on Facebook Pages - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds,  Facebook Poetry Society, For The Love of Poetry, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets,  Ivo Bierands,  Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy,  Poetry Groups, Poetry lover, Poetry Lovers, Poetry Official, Poetry Prompts,  Poetry UK,  Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & poetry lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Passion of Poetry, The poetry club, The Poetry Corner Official, Urdu poetry – Love Poetry Sad Poetry on 02/12/24.

I’m not pure

Anymore,

My existence

Is contaminated

By reality on the earth

Ever since I was touched

By a human thought.

01/12/24