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Silver transformations

30 pieces of silver
sent one man on his way
dispensed by fearful theocrats
sneering as their hired help
danced in fateful jerks

and now a philosopher’s stone
transforms the state of silver
engineered by frantic alchemists
preening with their captured help
shapeshifting like quicksilver

Batman haiku

Well, I tried out Suanie's Batman haiku contest, but wasn't good enough apparently > hmpf < :-P

Well, I wasn't surprised really, as it's kind of obscure I think (my haiku that is).

Anyway, the contest was to do a haiku (poem with three lines - five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables) on anything to do with Batman. So after racking my brains for hours and hours (minus a few hours), and with the fame-multiplier effect of Heath Ledger's death in mind, I came up with this:

The dark night returns
And brings a joke or, is it?
A metaphor, think.

What do you think?


On another note, it seems that the 'Heath Ledger Online Community' haven't given up on him yet! They still have a "Contact Heath" link with some addresses, and say
If you have gotten a reply, or if the address you used does not work (i.e. your package is returned to you as "return to sender") please let us know (

Maybe they know something we don't? A sequel perhaps?

Filler post - poem

Well here goes for a quick filler post; I'm still trying to write a chapter on theory that's turning out to be more difficult than I thought...

A poem titled, umm... dunno ... titles are always the last thing I do in a poem... ummm


The beauty within us
Struggles to survive
Inside is a gem
That is alive

The struggle inside us
Is a mistake
The beauty is spotless
The struggle a fake


A couple of poems

Well, Une fois n'est pas coutume ('Once is not customary') as the French say, so here's a couple of poems I wrote recently. One darker, and the other more hopeful :-)


shooting the hours
with a liquid gun
blasting the minutes
with a mind-ray stun
the tiredness crumbles
the particle waves
sitting in silence
in a lonely bedsit

blazing the memories
in thermal hate
scared to realise
the childhood fate

the walls have holes
light rays spill in
focusing spectral colours
on a lonely heartache

Dec 07


forgiveness is
a heavy soul
a hammer of steel
a weight of gold
a spear of hope
a ray of light
the light of love

Sep 07

To give credit where it is due: these were inspired (more or less) by Christopher Moon, whose workshops I have attended, and who has opened my mind to new ways of understanding myself.