Shining threads

Shining threads

Sunday 1 June 2014

Avalanche

The top falls.
The first flutters gather
momentum and weight.

There is no wait.
There is no pause.

Snowballs seem small
and every avalanche begins
with a few flakes.

Vulnerability is subtle strength
which moves mountains.

The top seems insubstantial
yet the effects
are monumental.

Avalanche.
Don't dismiss the movements
of a few flakes.

Things gain weight
and soon there will be no wait.

Join the accumulation.
Or be crushed.

Friday 16 May 2014

Curved lines update

Greetings to all those checking out my site, both old and new contacts and friends. Am doing another stint in Brighton, busking my poetry at the usual spot between the West Pier and the bandstand on the sea-front, as well as up by the Pavilion Gardens occasionally. I came up to Brighton with a couple of tattered copies of the Curved lines pamphlet to read from. These all sold out and may be worth something in the future as a collector's edition, depending on my fame and reputation! If you would like a copy/copies of a reprint, please email me to arrange a meeting or so I can send you a copy - nickstibbs@gmail.com

Will also be printing up some other collections of my poetry and 'Dream sayings'. This hasn't happened yet (16/3/17) but you never know!

If you would like to donate to my cause in a wider sense (ie. survival and prosperity as a writer/performer along with other things I do), please feel free to send money to my paypal, which is linked to my email as above. 

Wednesday 7 May 2014

Seeing DNA

Seeing DNA.
Double helix
Bound to create felicity
Between us.
Distinct and parallel.
Eyes see each other.
Dancers love interaction.
Pass it on.

Saturday 12 April 2014

A mother's struggle

A mother struggles to nurture what was once within
And now,
Magically dances outside
Through the world of surprises and dangers.
The tender seed has grown into a stout tree,
Miracle of miracles,
Separate yet still of the same flesh
The same blood,
From outside in to inside out
And now,
Magically dancing
Through the world of enterprise and opportunity.
‘I’ am now ‘you’ and ‘me’
And nothing can stop this process
Until completion’s smile spreads across our souls.

Tuesday 1 April 2014

The phone calls

The phone calls.
It could be him.
It could be anyone.
By or large.
Across or small.

The phone rings.
There is a new facility
that allows transhistorical communication.
From any point, past, present or future
in the space/time continuum.
from all multi-verse possibility worlds.

The phone calls.
She feels the power of not answering.
Counting the number of calls until
it stops in its tracks.
The brain makes a phantom 'next ring'.
But the line is dead.

The phone calls.
Jumping ever so slightly with
the vibration function on.
Like chattering teeth set on edge.

The phone calls.
She looks admiringly at the
sleek ergonomics of its design.
The attention to detail cries out quality.
But she does not answer the call.

Unflinching

Unflinching.
Face to face.
Ragnarok.
Bear to Fox.
The sky goes through infinite variations.
And dust accumulates unsettlingly.
This.  Stare.
Parallel and distinct.
Unflinching.
Murderer's steel knife flickers death.
His raging Eidolon floats out,
disembodied to terrorise the air.
Only whilst the centre holds,
unflinching though wavering,
will the warmth of victory be realised.

Sun and Moon

Between the Sun and the Moon lies the Grail.
Twixt Gold and Silver illuminations shines the light.

Twilight, Golden Dusk.
When these are two in the sky,
eternal lovers (or not).
She reflects his light
back to the earth
turned to darkness.

He radiates in all directions.
sometimes courting the attention of earth,
sometimes not.

Janus-faced - Sonar and Lunar aspects
caught between light and shadows,
between bold bright and slivered luminosity.
We dance,
we surrender.

Snatch a thread

Snatch a thread as its flickers into awareness out of thin air.
These are bare times, these days of poverty
when the path to riches seems elusive yet always, ever-present.
Presently, presentially, presidentially.

So, it seems. It seems. It seems as if......
But 'as if' is only a theory.
And these guessing games only hover around the mark.
You need to GRAB IT beyond thought,
beyond intention, beyond composure,
so the dream can become embodied, enacted,
before it fades back into invisibility.

The path is ever-present
and traced by bold steps into the unknown.
Whose providence is predicated on your enjoyment,
your appreciation, your commitment,
your willingness to keep going,
leaning into faith as you select your fate.

Peaks

Climax.
We begin in great drama.
Coming out of the middle.
Blood. Tears. Severed cords.
Wet. Wailing. Weary.
Our arrival is a pre-determined peak.
(if it goes well)

And then,
awareness multiplies,
as we take on increasing measures
of experience,
choice and responsibility.
As our body's agenda evolves our being.

We are now a sequence
with our peaks, plateaus and troughs,
criss-crossed with other sequential stories,
some close, some afar.
With imagined endings, exits and doorways
(which we make happen if we will)
but ever in the sequence
continuing endlessly into and around
the space/time dream.