wood art words: parklife

Monday, 7 April 2008

parklife

Fed ducks and geese and jackdaws,watched the greatcrested grebes dancing and climbed trees with Albert.Took a saw and found some interesting seasoned on the tree branches from trees blown over don,t know when.Spalted beach and oak and something I havn't looked up yet but has great colours and grain.will put photos on as soon as i find time,already got half a dozen candlesticks and a couple of balls thanks to the lathe.Still no disc sander yet ,hopefully will arrive soon.

3 comments:

doug Fitch said...: The lathe sounds coooool. See you next week for some dirty rock and roll; 8 April 2008 at 14:31
Becky said...: Great crested grebes, good grained woods and dirty rock n' roll. Does life get any better than that?; 17 April 2008 at 16:24
paul said...: devon is a lovely place to be indeed,birds, music ,rolling green hills and good good friends!; 18 April 2008 at 11:27

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Been Glad

The morning split the night
Light sped out
Leaves uncurled
I breathed and smiled
Another day
Another adventure
Tea and herb
Breakfast
Then into the shed
Creation
Day dreaming
Doodling the hours
With the dreams of all the missing years
Hammering and chipping out chunks
Of yesterday
And all those other times
Walking or singing to the dusk
Of all the drunken fools
Me included
Who deluded themselves
With dreams
That seemed unattainable in the limitations of another day
After all how much more could I fit in
It seems obsessive non disruptive poetical outburst syndrome is spreading
Already many more have seen that the dawn no longer needs to hang in shadow
Positive vibrations lead us
For thine mother nature is the wisdom
The power and glory
The true story
Lead us into temptation to explore
And take me to green valleys and lay me down
Let me dream to the rippling streams sweet flow
I know for many times I sat
And listened to the very sound
Of the picture that I saw
I took for mine that time
I owned it and cried
Died that it had not been mine before
To have listened to the voices or skipped ignoring them towards the fire
Determined now to own my mind
I laughed and fell into the night

The road

Distant drumming had me focussed on my heartbeat
Then I woke up
All hell of shit had seemed to greet me
With screaming and bad news
Someone had left the tv on
I’m on the sofa
Thank fuck for that
I worry myself sometimes
With this thinking
When sleeps no escape
just more buckets of ideas to use if I ever should remember them on waking
constant reminders of everything
little flashbacks and de ja vous
constant urge to create
could be the coffee !
I doubt it somehow
As the morning swims towards the shore of afternoon
I pack up my mind have a quick tidy up
And leave
Ready now to find the road
Today has promised
Reassuring myself daily that the retrospective thank fuck I did that and not that now I look back on it syndrome always works.
Make any decision
Knowing that it could never be wrong
Cos every path and turn upon it
Is the only way
There is to go

hanging fruit

Hanging fruit feed bird and beast
Invertebrate, fungus, yeast
Upon your essence let them dine
They’ll pay you all that they owe in time

Running stream feed oak and ash
Trout inside your soul to splash
With dappled, rainbow, sun gods eye
Above you in the morning sky

Ebbing tide feed artists minds
With driftwood, shells you’ve left behind
With your vast expanse, expand
The world they see within their hand

Standing stone feed me your truth
Or give me sky an only roof
Let stars shine o’er a destiny
To let your spirit enter me

secrts worth sharing

The mist lurks in the deepest vales
To mirror mombur skies
The rivers there keep secrets rare
Away from prying eyes

The lumpen fields meet forests edge
The merging of the greens
The shadows there invite my stare
Then lead me in between

Some beauties shown some others hid
Away within the trees
I sit a while adjust my eyes
Drink in the morning breeze

And lose myself and forget time
And feel at ease at last
Quite happy in the here and now
Twixt future and the past

The boughs,the boughs,the boughs and owls
Around me and above
Surrounded and at peace at last
In mother natures love

2 more poems from long ago

HOLY MOLEY

Cheese like all our souls are holey
Not the way the bible meant it
Wrapped up tight and strangled slowly
Not free as the heavens sent it
Molly cuddled scared and lonely
Every person must lament it
How the times have changed our minds
If there’s a hell we all frequent it

Who the cap fits

Depends upon the cap you wear
Where e’er declares your liberty
Betwixt the waves and seaside caves
Or deep in green within the trees

The freedom cap the far far seer
Who e’er shall wear and tend the fire
Remember times from long ago
Within the embers ancient glow
Depends upon the cap you wear
To find the minds sweet liberty
To realise at last again
Within those realms your always free

N.P.A

lifes abundant in a moment of birdsong
trees explode and hedges stretch
themselves to meet the sky above
or sideways overhanging ditches
winds through leaves blow harmonies
as clouds might rain or pass on by
depending on the atmosphere
the shape and colour of the sky
A fern unfurls a magic moment
slowly losing all its youth
to kiss the light it's main ambition
Share the wisdom seek the truth
An aphid driven by an ant
herded,fed and milked accordingly
led to pastures lush and green
to play a role so rare,extraodinary
Underneath the stone the beetle
keeping multi-leggad company
dark and damp and dank but safe
the silent parts of natures symphony.

Natures perfect anarchy
shows itself where e'er you amble
Every root of every bush or stunted moorland tree
every nettle poking through the brambles
every trampled blade of grass
every daisy fighting with it for the sun
every rodent by the hunting owl harrassed
as for the safety of its hole does run
Through leaves from last years autumn fallen
shaded now by this years foliage
All around there are bugs and insects crawling
driven by genetic , ancestral knowledge
Seeds on winds disperse and grow
forming distanty colonies
while others flower in the hedgerows
inviting passing bumblebees
To fertilize and consumate
relationships with fellow flowers
beneath the hedge a badger wakes
ready to fill the darkness hours
With eating worms,scratching fleas
through winters cold to summers warm
Kept company below the trees
by the shadows that they form

Green Man in Oak

This took me most of last summer to finish,in between lots of camping and trips to the sea (first ever summer with a car but thats a different story.I like to think of the green man as a part of and protector of all aspects of nature.The cycles of seasons and the cycles of plants and animals.Integrated and depending in ways upon each other for a purpose to be and a way of survival.The green man survives to this day not just hidden in the higher reaches of our churches and ancient places but in our consciousnesses.

Monday, 7 April 2008

parklife

3 comments:

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time flies

Been Glad

The road

hanging fruit

secrts worth sharing

waggledance

concreteplaces

2 more poems from long ago

N.P.A

You

Holly cross (hand carved)

Whych Elm, old Oak and Ash coffee table to match the chair

the chair

one piece of old brown oak

tripod totem chair

titem tropod chair

Oak throne

Oak throne

space station in oak

Green Man in Oak

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