Poetry

“I write poetry of words within words;
It may sound absurd,
to write poetry of words within words,
but the things that they say…
just blow me away.”

This page contains an illustrated selection from my book:
POETRY FOR THE AWAKENING SOUL
Volume I
Is There More to Life Than This?

(details on the right).

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Trustworthy : : Challenges : : Absolutely : : Listen

Rescue : : Families : : Wrong : : Distress : : Judgements

Violence : : Laughter : : Journey Prayer : : Bounty

Cancer : : Roofless and Floorless

Trustworthy

Who you are is always trustworthy,
How you are, is not,
Who you are, rests in truth,
How you are, does not.

How you are looks for worth,
And prone to worry,
Is often hurt and in a hurry,
Questions why? Then tells a story,
Has to try, but still not worthy,
Sees the worst in you,
And not the truth in you.

So now you have a choice of two,
Do you trust how?
Or do you trust who?
And
It’s not that who is more holy than how,
Because it’s not,
It is just that…

Who you are is always trustworthy,
And how you are is not!

And it’s fun to see, those of us,
Who only ever want to be a ‘who’
Because we think it is the right thing to do,
And never want to be a ‘how’,
Because that’s not living in the ‘now’,
And the joke is
In that very moment,
We are not ‘who-ing’,
We are actually ‘how-ing’.

 

Challenges

Challenges, a chance to heal,
For everyone, each and all,
To change the viewing angles,
And hear the angel’s call.

The challenger’s task, to free the rage,
To search within and find what’s real,
A chance to free the inner sage.
And hear the angel’s call to heal.

So now when feeling challenged,
In search of where to land,
Just remember it is an angel call,
Come to give you a hand.

 

Absolutely

Absolutely see the beauty,
of your soul beat.

Be the soul beat,
of
Absolute,

With the soul tide,
of
Solitude,

In the great tide,
of
Gratitude.

 

 

Listen

In silent,
I listen,
In stillness,
I listen,
Still,
In silent,
I listen.

detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

 

 

Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

 

 

 

 

Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

 

Spiral Galaxy

Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

 
Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen 

 

 

'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Rescue

To the rescue,
Curse or cure,
Use or user,
Right on cue.
Which one are you,
Are you sure,
Or do you rescue,
To be secure?

Families

Fame and lies,
And miles of smiles,
The flame that flies,
The same for miles,
Male or female,
Whatever your aim,
There’s life to fill,
And doors to slam,
And if you fail,
Or ever fall ill,
There’s a place that’s safe,
And a ready meal.
Through lame and slime,
When you feel small,
And life’s a leaf,
That’s about to fall,
Just smell the place,
Where all this lies,
And see,
All is,
I am me
,
In families.

P.S.
You may realise,
Your true families,
The ones
You most feel at home with,
May not be,
The ones you were born into.

 

Wrong

The moment I’m made wrong,
It causes so much pain,
I immediately close down,
Not to feel again…… Then I stop listening.

And I hate how I feel,
Whenever I’m made wrong,
Not okay or good enough,
And I don’t belong…… Then I stop listening.

Words may then be spoken,
All fly above my head,
As a rage burns deep within,
All other feelings dead…… By then I’ve stopped listening.

And now I’m wondering…

What is it that’s wrong?
These feelings in me now,
If only I could own,
Be present and ask how…… Then maybe I’d start listening.

So, instead of closing down,
The truth I want to Know
When I own now, I’ve won
Then I go on and grow…… Now I’m listening.

Own, now, won,
Go on grow,
Are all words found,
In the letters of WRONG…… How cool is that?

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeannette Tuppen 

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

 

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Detal from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Distress

Please don’t distress yourself,
Hold it all in like everyone else,
To see you in so much pain,
Reminds me of my own again,
So there, there, there,
Take comfort from me,
Now I won’t have to look and see,
This pain is far too much to bare,
Do what you have to,
I don’t care.
Just please don’t de-stress yourself,
Hold it all in,
For everyone else.

Judgements

It’s just me on the menu, when I sit with all my judgements,
My guts tied up in knots, at the bottom of this pit that I’ve dug,
Stuck in all this gum, feeling such a mug,
A huge dent in my soul, not knowing how to mend,
With a gun against my head, if only this would end,
As the enemy within brings me closer to the edge,
My identity a smudge, please no not another nudge,
Oh how I wish I did not have to judge.
Hang on a minute, what is this I see,
Right in the middle, a gem, and it’s waiting there for me.

If you must judge me, know I’m the one, who just gets your needs met,
And you’re the mug if you think these rules are in stone firmly set,
So is this the gem, stuck in all this gum,
Beneath a load of dust and a great big pile of dung,
Must I strip it nude and change the tune I’ve sung,
It seems a lot of work, in mud and guts and suet,
I guess it must be worth it to sing a different duet,
For when I see the whole of me, instead of just a segment,
I can see it’s worth it all, to find this golden nugget.

Violence

There’s an unknown voice in violence,
That’s desperate to be heard,
To live in vile and evil ways,
It’s only way to serve.

There’s a lone lie in violence,
That’s far from being nice,
And because you believe it fully,
It grips you like a vice.

There’s live and love in violence,
It’s hard, I know that’s true,
If only you could hear this voice,
But it’s really up to you.

For no one can convince,
Against a being’s will,
No matter how loud that voice,
You’ll be unconvinced still.

But once you hear that call,
Know it is your choice,
To see the lie, and lift the veil,
And find love’s own clear voice.

Laughter

Let there be laughter,
Huge, great raging laughter,
Let the earth be true to laughter,
And surrender to the rule of laughter.
Let hate and rage, argue and glare in laughter,
It’s never too late, to open the gate and alter all in laughter.
Let your heart rate rise, in the heat of laughter,
Once out of the rut, let your gut, be real in laughter.
Let all hurt heal in the heart of laughter,
And gather as one, in the glue of laughter.
Let her rattle Hera and hag, to eat up laughter,
And he treat Earl and thug to the art of laughter.
Let Hera, hag, Earl and thug, tell the tale of laughter,
And urge all to remove the halter and be at large in laughter.
Let your heart hug the earth with laughter,
And hear the tear, that’s true in laughter.
Let age alert you to the lure of laughter,
And be a rag-tag, to the tug of laughter.
Let your ear now hear the call, to tell all in laughter,
Heart felt, earth filled, healing laughter.

Detsil from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' by Jeanette Tuppen

 

 

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' by Jeanette Tuppen

Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

The Journey of the Shaman

Journey Prayer

I would see you as my friend,
Remembering all is part of me,
And so reveal myself.
Then as this journey unfolds,
Within I find my way,
To source.
All of creation held in my hands,
Once open and flowing,
Fills me with love.
Wanting to share this greatest of gifts,
With all those around me.
Diving ever deeper,
Into this bubbling cauldron of loving creation.
Ready to serve the feast of the day,
Whatever that is, let it shine forth?
Honouring this divine creative source.
Thank you God for all these gifts,
For in welcoming my own creation,
I put my hand in yours,
And let Grace lead the way.
Thank you, Thank me, Thank all.

Bounty

You too,
Are found in,
Bounty,
And
I wonder if
It is
The same bun in bounty
That is found
In
Abundance,
I think it is,
And
I want some,
To bite this bun,
Is so much fun,
Yum, yum, yum,
Thank you bun.

P.S. This bun is also found,
In the leaping bound,
And
Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.

Cancer

Cancer has an ear,
Are you listening?
And it wants you,
To care,
Are you listening?

Can you step out,
Of the race?
Are you listening?
For death has dealt,
An ace,
Are you listening?

Can you stop being,
An also ran?
Are you listening?
And start being,
All you can,
Are you listening?

Well are you?
Are you near,
To listening?
Can you care,
Are you listening?
Well!
Are you?
Well!

Roofless and Floorless

There’s no roof here,
I am roofless,

There’s no floor here,
I am floorless.

Flawless in my being,
And
Ruthless in my devotion to truth.

Detail from 'Journey of the Shaman' by Jeanette Tuppen

 

 

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

 

 

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

 

 

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen

Detail from 'The Journey of the Shaman' painting by Jeanette Tuppen