Poetry

‘We move the wheel’ and other poems by Strider Marcus Jones

By: Strider Marcus Jones

WE MOVE THE WHEEL

we move the wheel
that turns through each mistake,
giving motion
to the roles we chime
until both trickle out of time
like brittle steel
that rusts and breaks
into lapsed devotion.

less, or more,
you imagined it was sure
sharing the road
with you,
treading under dark, grey and blue
sky, wondering where it went going
to unfold
in fates wind blowing
fondling your full face
to some top-to-bottom place.

we have moved the wheel,
only to reveal
our high Metropolis
is still the same Acropolis
of extremes and obscenes
spreading gangrenous genes.

we have separated Dream from Time
and live in mirages
like Bacchus and Libera
duped in an era
condoning crime,
altering the images
of it’s illustrious self
stealing the wealth
of massed, divided synergies.

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THE HERMIT

off rink
i think
and sit
like a hermit
but time
isn’t mine
to design.
the images erased
from memory in this cave
reverses the lathe
of shaped corruption
to avoid self destruction.
to an unseen, individual,
prime residual
unlit spark in the integral
strum of strings
that turns in revolutions rings,
the equal hands on the cosmic clock,
plays rhythms we know
but have forgot,
neither quick or slow,
but just so, with natures tow.
this solitary Eden,
paradise without our seed in
beneath the clouds of atmosphere,
alters with us here
overthrowing Older Orders without consent
in the deafening, silent firmament
and near
in conditioned fear.

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I WANT TO BEND TIME

I want more time
To ponder life,
For understanding
In the cosmic soup.
I want to bend time
To travel backwards and forwards,
To see what was and what will be
To fathom actions and consequences.
I want to unmould time
From how we shape it,
To be free of it
Unchained to think.
I want to teleport
To the past and now and on from here,
Faster than light
In the nothingness it takes to make a thought:
To find the answer-
To where we come from
To who we are
To why we are here
And where we are going
To be free from time.

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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

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