Robert Murray Smith 2017 48

Poetry Series
Robert Murray Smith

- poems -
Publication Date:
2017
Publisher:
Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive
Robert Murray Smith(17.03.1943)
My poems cover the mind, nature, and making poems.
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A Freudian Slip
'my ego tripped over my id to become a superego

'twas a freudian slip that tripped into my consciousness
my superego tripped over my id to become my ego.
I think all minds are the same, just a theory you know
my conscious mind was full to the brim with superegos, and dreams
lie on the couch to spill the beans on your dreams
my interpretations are famous you know all minds are the same
give me a mind, and I will diagnose that you loved your mum, or dad
to put them in the sack your mind's on fire
get on that couch you theory I can tell, I can read your mind
spill the beans come clean you are only a theory
if you are weary in mind it was those dreams last night that must be put right'
Robert Murray Smith

A Hauntingly Beautiful Dream
A hauntingly beautiful dream is

in the power of everyone.
To be the best you can be, and to

profit from your gifts.
Fulfilling the potential you have

seen in all your dreams.
To always feel balanced in your

mind.
Never to allow negativity to

dominate your thoughts.
To love those who love you with

endearing actions, and thoughts.
To furnish your larder with wholesome

foods.
Never to waste your talents, but to

enhance through actions, and education.
Giving generously of yourself to those

who need your help.
Participating in life to the fullest

extent without sacrificing your energy,
Walking tall no matter your disabilities

head held high.
Being a friend to those who value your

kindness, and those who need you.
Giving of yourself to assist those less

fortunate.

Using only resources that are needed
without waste.
And most of all be yourself to you,

including everyone else.
Robert Murray Smith

A Hauntingly Beautiful Word
Love is a hauntingly beautiful word.

Its essence flows over all endearing.
Enfolding, and caressing it glows bright.

Love is a word of joy for all to hear.
Its meaning is clear, and received dear.

Love means what it says, and in mind it stays.
Love is never lost but lives eternally.

Being in love is a sight to behold by all.
Robert Murray Smith

A Heart That Sings
love has chosen a heart

to sing
a tune that it has never

heard
beating fast, it goes into

a spin
as the loved one walks past

oblivious
taking his heart in his hands,

this young man, eighteen
speaks, 'Hi, I'm Pete, would you care

to go out?
the loved one, long ginger hair, blue eyes,

answers, 'Sure, my name is Prue.'
Pete is besides himself, barely remembering

his question
his heart now pounding, 'What about a coffee now? '
'Sure', she said without a beat, and into the future

they walked, as love attracts love
Robert Murray Smith

A Pristine Shore
Lighted aqua water

lapped noisily
unseen.
Sandy shore, rested

broken shells of oysters
crabs, octopuses.
Flotsam and jetsam nestled

comfortably.
Unseen.
On a pristine shore.
Robert Murray Smith

A Purple Rose Of Beauty
Oh! My purest heart a rose

be most gracious, thy thorn
prick'd my heart, in throe
whilst in praise, I arose.
Purpled, weathered I may be

but your beauty shines in thee
restless, I claim my prize
for a heart seized, unrealised.
Robert Murray Smith

A Shell Full Of Music
wandering along on a distant

seashore
waves coming in with a roar,

slipping out with a whimper
kicking at sand between my

toes
just thinking of nothing, but

breathing in salt air
a large shell caught my eye,

conch like, pinkish white
picking it up, putting it to

my ear
to my surprise, I heard beautiful

music
it was all the sounds of nature

rolled into one
my mind at that instance became

part of the natural world in a whirl
of sound like a sound wall that bounced

inside my ear
Robert Murray Smith

A Word
A word can sing to another

word.
It has a song melodious buried

within.
Draw it out to its future, as it

needs prompting.
Especially, a shy word that is not

often heard.
This gem will need some backup to

find its voice.
Once found it will sound ethereal if

finessed.
A glorious find will be rewarded by the

reactions it provokes.
Hallelujah, hauntingly beautiful it will

carry the day.
Robert Murray Smith

Advice To The Young
You will live forever my

fellow humans because your
young.
Don't bother with sleep, or

Bo peep.
Don't study hard, or bother

with education.
Drink as much alcohol, and take

as much drugs as the mind likes.
Don't save any money, or bother

buying property.
Definitely don't save for old age

because you won't be here.
Robert Murray Smith

After The Races
Weaving in, and out the crowd

moved along.
Tophats, and bonnets bobbing

in the throng.
The streets of cobblestones,

full of manure, and dog droppings.
As the horse drawn carriages,

clattered along.
Women with wet muddy boots, and

shoes walked in the dirt.
Monocled gentlemen with cigars,

looked out of carriages.
What a time they all had at the

races that day.
Robert Murray Smith

All Creatures Matter
there is no creature great, or

small
they are all great, wonderfully

occupying earth with us
they were all here before us, and will

be here when we die as a species
they coexist, so must we all through life
we must respect all those creatures as they

live their lives
in the cycle that we all live in

under the moon, and sun
look out for all creatures, respect

them all
Robert Murray Smith

An Ode To Mind
Mind, fruit of the

tree of life.
You fell to bless man

through strife.
Made civilizations
in centuries past.
Moved us into the present

so fast.
Mind we owe everything,

without you we do not
exist.
Your electric fields

defies our understanding,
but we persist.
In uniqueness a wonder,
your perplexity surreal.
Electric, glia, neurons,

pulsating fields, seal.
Enabling blood to flood

barren cells into life,
without a strike.
You fire your arrows of

mind time by time, chime
spiked.
Everything you do, is for

us to be the best we can
be.
We bless you our minds for

letting us hear and see.
We bless you for letting us

talk, and perambulate.
We bless you for letting us

think by thought, our minds
are animated.
We bless your universe of

bright stars.
We bless you for turning

unreality into our memoirs.
Robert Murray Smith

Autumnal Undressing
The leaves of autumn are now falling.

Dry, and turning brown whisked up.
Turning somersaults, landing, then flying.
This dance is nature's chance to clean.
All the boughs are still heavy, laden.
The wind stirs itself to help undress the clothed.
Green dresses become brown, and finally drop.
Robert Murray Smith

Being
Being is: time, present

future, and past.
The essence of oneself,

in mind.
The mind in tune, electric,

eclectic.
The body in action, alive,

aware.
Being involved with family,

friends, and community.
Being in charge of mind, and

environment.
Being in oneself, and inspired,

impassioned.
Being a member of the human

family.
Being of love, and love

encompassing.
Robert Murray Smith

Black Puddy Cat #1
Tom was a great black puddy cat.

He had a no nonsense way with rats.
That put him in front of his mates.

By all accounts he was ahead of baits.
Three lives had he left, that's three.

Not, you would expect, three by three.
Up many trees had he been, and been seen.

Fell down from top, and been bopped clean.
This resulted in thrice by three, to three.

Three more bops he would end up under a tree.
At home he was purry, furry, fun and merry.

Away from home he wasn't funny but scary.
To birds he was a menace stalking, hidden.

Pouncing fast, so quickly, grabbing, unbidden.
Robert Murray Smith

Breaking Waves
Full white topped waves break on sandy shores

cometh surely, teasingly, forcefully, ashore
wherefrom unknown, pounding predictably, sand
washed in white, sandy blue, tumultuous, land
whisked up sand, from sand in sand, from before.
Robert Murray Smith

Brumbies In The Australian High Country
as the night drew in its

last gasp
before the wall of surround

sound
exploded in lighted clouds of

the dawn
that lasts until the undressed sun

is naked
the stirring of the magpie brumbies,

flanks warming
steamed like the mist rose surrounding

hooves readied to gallop
as one they neighed, and galloped down

the treed green high country
manes flowing in the wind, as if it lifted

hooves flying like nascent beings
tearing along, uprooting plants thrown into

the warming air
steamed breath barely perceptible, as they

slowed to refuel
Robert Murray Smith

Clocked By Time
Clocked by time, it flows

present, past, and future.
In time a mind of electric

neurons pulsates beats.
A beat clocked in beats

flows in milliseconds.
Never the same mind flows

present, past, and future.
Present is never ever

present, it is past.
The future is never ever

seen before it is past.
Clocked by time, is a clock

that has passed into time.
Robert Murray Smith

Coexistence
When will you know

the beauty
of life, in
full sight?
The beauty of
a dragonfly,
helicopter like,
darting to and fro
for all to see.
The birds in daily

tasks, to be seen
by you, and me.
Look for a tiny

blue wren rushing
through the sky
today.
Even a little brown

rat scurrying through
its day.
For all creatures live

in life, to coexist.
Robert Murray Smith

Creative Nature
creative nature fills its

world with the jewels that
glow for mankind to know,
inspiring all minds from
the first being to the last
Robert Murray Smith

Dancing Face To Face (Song)
when we dance face to face

we're not in space
when we dance face to face
we're not in space
face to face we are placed

lovin every moment on cloud nine
face to face we are placed
lovin every moment on cloud nine
we're holding hands feelin love

just like we're stars above
we're holding hands feelin love
just like the stars above
waltzing like the moon beams on water

closer and closer we move
waltzing like the moon beams on water
closer and closer we move
finally, we're kissing cheek to cheek

we're in lovin heaven
finally, we're kissing cheek to cheek
we're in lovin heaven
Robert Murray Smith

Dancing With One Leg
dancing ain't easy on one

peggy
dancing ain't easy on one

leggy
when one leg is moving it's

on fire
when one leg is moving it's

inspired
leg one is a lot of fun, if

that's the sum
one's leg in the air is better

than none
Robert Murray Smith

Deep Green Eyes
a cataclysmic opening in the

azure sky after dawn
saw an explosion of fire, and

yellow light
down came creatures with deep

green eyes
in amazement I stood, and just

looked
in every way possible the apparitions

appeared like my girlfriend Suzie
even the deep green eyes like sapphires

sparkled
on awakening I felt haunted like never

before
I couldn't wait to tell Suzie with the

sapphire eyes
Robert Murray Smith

Destiny Of Love
Love's destiny travels a road

lined with flowers.
Beauty seen only by travellers

smitten.
Flowers to the left, centre, and

right.
'Enjoy your journey', they seem to

enthuse.
For like us the journey may not

last.
Tho' every flower will drop seeds

to grow.
So does love properly tended slowly

flow.
Some flowers are everlasting, always

there.
So great love will flower all of life

even when there is strife.
Robert Murray Smith

Does The Moon Croon (Song)
the moon croons in moon song, sing along

you know I'm the moon aways bright
a starlit song that sparkles
I will sprinkle you in moon dust
the moon croons in moon song, sing along

I'm so bright almost alight, sunny
my tune as the moon is not too soon
to begin before noon is a boon
(Repeat first stanza)
I'm very bright almost mellow yellow

I shine my moonlight at you tonight
for all lovers gaze at me singing love tonight
I will sprinkle you in moon dust
(repeat second, first, and third stanzas)
Robert Murray Smith

Don't Expect Everyone To Like You
don't expect everyone to

like you
because you certainly don't

like everyone
reason being we are minds electric

that immediately form
opinions of others, often in a split

second of meeting
sometimes, you don't know why, you have

this feeling
called gut reaction, it really is electrical

activity of mind
weighing up all stored memory, and this can also

occur from internet communication
just based on words emitted through the ether

that settles on screens
Robert Murray Smith

Echoes Of Nature
Amorous nature dew kisses dawn.

Tweets pulsate in air worn.
Like a wall of sound singing.
The virtuous morning from night.
Comes a bright day echoes ringing.
Robert Murray Smith

Enchantment
when a heart speaks

it is opened
in flames of love
to consume
in soulful song, to
soar
above time, and place

renamed
our love entwined in

strands
that bind for that

enchantment
Robert Murray Smith

Flowing Down The River
Flowing down the river I sing

this merry song
Flowing down the river in song

come along
Just boating, and floating belongs

singing
Joyfully, in tune, boating and,

floating with you
Just flowing down the river I sing

this merry song.
Robert Murray Smith

Forgiveness
The past masks a hurt so strong.

From whence it came is bold, present.
Your visage appears like a beautiful bird in song.
Yet, no dust storm could so envelop my presence.
No storm would rain down so long.
Hope, an eternal summer day, becomes florescent.
That thought lasts an instant, an era bygone.
To banish, accept that hurt, is my sentence.
Torment prevails over a winter long.
A mist lifts from the dark clouds present.
Bright light, my darkness is not prolonged.
So hard to continue this black winter, in essence.
Fight, lift this mood, shoot for the stars, be strong.
Reason prevails all is forgiven, a remitted sentence.
Robert Murray Smith

Fragments Of Memories
fragments of memories are

in the minds
of all, about others who

who we have met
some memories we treasure,

others we do not
no one mind has the life of

another complete
even a life lived is not entire

in that mind
as fragments lost are in the minds

of others
when one passes we are able to come

together to memorialise
Robert Murray Smith

From The Begining
imagine space with emptiness

no planets, no stars, or moons
no worm holes, or asteroids
where were the creators
no shooting stars, no light
no dark, nothing in nothing
no time nothing, no past
no future, no present, nothing
no atoms, no cells, no air
no cold, no heat, nothing
then the Big Bang
Robert Murray Smith

From The Beginning Of Modern Man To Now
Here we sit a thousand by two hundred years

from modern man hitting the ground running.
In appearance and shape are we any different?
We maybe bigger, less hairy, more weary, not
as fit, but essentially with the same brain,
or mind. Our experiences moulding our minds
are vastly different, but the glia assisting
the neurons of mind work the same in an electric
system firing, and pulsating blood infused state
of being, working the whole of life doing
everything that needs to be done for us.
Robert Murray Smith

Golden Leaves Of Autumn
A light breeze whispered, moved golden leaves

floating, spun, lifeless onto sodden earth
autumnal sun shined brightly, in golden leaves.
Gusting full, leaves fluttered, sprayed, aired

lighting autumn golden in glow, spirited flared
cascaded gold leaves, fell silently, reaired.
Leaf over leaf fell rhythmically, unheard, down

on matted leaves congealed moist, received found
golden leaves turning yellow brown.
Robert Murray Smith

Green Leaf In The Wind
a green leaf went for

a spin in the wind
up it went tossing
and churning
over chimneys red

it moved ahead
what a sight those

bald heads
over a stream it flew

without wings
saw two ducks quacking,

and yacking
a yellow aeroplane flew

overhead oblivious
to the leaf slowly turning

brown
finally, being blown into

the pound
where some sad dogs barked

intermittently
the leaf rested waiting to

be composted
Robert Murray Smith

Has Emptiness Fuelled Nothing
from fire the flames

leap dancing
grasping at air that

is bare
in time's of darkness
we stare
as embers singe our

nakedness
has emptiness fuelled

nothing
but the air that bears

a flaming soul
when all is lost staring

ahead
Robert Murray Smith

How Many Moons In A Song
how many moons in a song

of tunes
when the moon shines amongst

the stars
the shades of the moon are not

on
it can see, and hear the songs

drawn to its moonbeams
in love its above it it can kiss

the sea
how many songs in a moonbeam that

stream love
every lover has the song of the

moon inside
a heart lit from above by the moon,

and the stars
Robert Murray Smith

If We Live To Be Old
If we live to be old
rejoice.
For we were improbabilities

from the begining.
There was no human race in space

until we came to be.
Longevity is still problematic for

all.
No guarantees exist for any of us

fragile creations.
If we live to be old we have outlived

billions of our fellow humans.
We were not meant to exist at all, least

of all statistically.
Now we are here we want to stay understandably,

but that is because it comes out of mind.
The mind wants to be an electrical factory forever,

however it is unrealistic.
Tell your mind it was not ever supposed to exist, to

settle it down.
The price we pay for being is not being, and as we came

to be improbably, we came for free.
Robert Murray Smith

Imagine Shakespeare With A Computer
This poem is to be read as a comparative analysis from the time Shakespeare

used a quill, to the modern use of computers.
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Quill poised, feather shaft of goose lifts

fingers on keys fits.
Dictionary none, words, some invented from mind

thesaurus, dictionary plenty online.
Half more words than yours, or mine

unlimited words online.
Words to invent for plays and sonnets

unlimited words at finger tips.
Sources in London to read, to borrow from Greece, and Rome

unlimited sources all online.
History and myths, so arduous, by candlelight

lighted by electricity twenty-four seven, heaven.
Quartos half in print, before shuffling off the mortal coil

self-publishing unlimited, worldwide audience online.
- - - - - - - - -Imagine the Bard online- - - - - - - - - -

To be or not to be, of his time, or this time, that is the question.
Robert Murray Smith

In The Dawn Of The Rising Sun
as the last gasp of night

yawned
the dawn sung in surround

sound
treble tones were honed for

an unheard ear
the sun still unclothed started

to reveal her naked rays
Robert Murray Smith

Let The Moonlight Come
stay a while while the moon

is overhead
let's just gaze at our

moonlight
that shines from our

hearts
your smile floods over my

shadow
we can see what we were

moving towards
so that everyone will say

'they were meant to be'
snuggle up close to the warmth

of our hearts
to keep the spirits of night

away
the rain on the pane is echoing

as our refrain
to start all over again, my dear

'do you hear, do you hear? '
Robert Murray Smith

Lines That Trip Over Each Other
a line gaily trips along

in the open
full of itself in gaudy

words
saying to itself 'I must

be seen, and heard'
so full of itself it did

not see
what it was just a line

out of line
out of rhyme, a waste of time,

a byline
that tripped over itself in

every line
Robert Murray Smith

Love's Cocoon
Your love floats above

me like a celestial cloud.
Every heartbeat beats love

into me.
Every breath fills me

with love.
Every step leads me to

my love.
Every word is heard by me

as your love.
Love floats, beats, breathes

walks and talks for me.
Oh! My love upwards to our

cocoon filled with love.
Robert Murray Smith

Love's Essence
Essence of my love envelops you caressing.
Flowing in your lifestream gently.
Encompassing your wholeness forever.
In me streams your tender love's essence.
Felt whole in my soul.
Together our essences join, one being forever.
Robert Murray Smith

Love's Gentle Embrace
Love flows downstream in

lovely dreams for me.
Will there ever be

a love for me?
Precious are my thoughts all

alone stream.
In my mind yearning for love

to gleam.
In an instant from nowhere

a force appears.
Into my sphere having been

unaware.
My eyes sparkle into life on a

diamond bright.
My mind flitters in glitter

I know this is right.
My heart tingles, signal electric

attraction.
How are we to bring this reality

into love's action?
Talking nervously but alive to

each other's glow.
We greet this action not thinking

about love's flow.
Without a misstep we step through

a gold encrusted door.

Our minds full of joy we are most
eager to explore.
The glue of love binds both our minds

forever.
it seems that no matter we will always

be together.
Robert Murray Smith

Magnetic Threads Of Gold
Shine a light on love we see

emotion in motion.
'Tis what we see when you adore

another.
Emotionally lovingly a person is

connected by heartstrings.
That play the music of the soul

in delight.
By day into night, adding all to the

tomorrows, it flows.
Binding the magnetic threads of

gold through to the universe.
Robert Murray Smith

Mind
Thoughts are thought alone

saved by others' thoughts,
enigmatic complex, known...
Glia to neuron, synapsed,

blood infused, electric,
pulsating, billions...
Galaxy full, starred bright,

mind to mind thoughts, flight,
mirrored reversed, attending.
Robert Murray Smith

Moments Create Movement
The pilot pointed at the sky,

as dark clouds filled the air.
The butcher chopped up a lamb,

making cutlets.
The old woman, obese, squeezed past

the pilot, to enter the shop.
Lamb cutlets placed in paper was put

in her basket.
The pilot sneezed into his hankey, then

placed it in his pocket.
A little dog raised its leg against the

side of the shop.
A bus went by as the old woman tried to

stop it.
The rain wet the pilot, the old woman, and

the dog.
Robert Murray Smith

Mystical Reality
mystical sea of mind show

me your orbs
of electric sapphires, flowing

with the shine of diamonds
swimming in blood red infused

with oxygen
producing silver bullets fired

in heat
into reality from a potion that

is unreal
show me the way through the valley

of life
ending in the valley of the darkness

of death
Robert Murray Smith

Nature An Incrementalist
Nature wears a long skirt of moss.

She carries a wand made of moonlight.
Just before dawn, as the night withers.
The wand laser-like is cast over her creations.
Renewing, improving, destroying, and molding.
As an incrementalist she gathers all into her fold.
Robert Murray Smith

Nature Calls
Hanging free, branches full, the bats

move gently in the breeze.
Night had been, their bellies filled

with plums.
Upside down asleep waiting for night to

come.
All bats fly as one into the cold air of

moonlight.
Flapping wings beat the night air, an

umbrella cover smothers the sky.
Then home to hang until nightfall, when

nature dictates its call
Robert Murray Smith

Nature's Strength
pitiful weak man of bone, skin

hair
you a strong minded kind, but

no match
for the strength of nature natural

in fury, or repose
do you suppose your strength is a

match, or flame
to equal nothing that can be equalled

by your emptiness
where are your mountains, your seas,

they are not in thee
where are your flowers, and boughs

the birds, and bees
you are no match don't deceive yourself

just marvel at what is to be seen
Robert Murray Smith

Nature's Symmetry
nature natural, not

unnatural
alive, lives despite

mankind
a lone coloured flower

will not bow
to humans upright, but

in sight
a glacier slowly flowing

is not stilled
by skier's sliding, and

gliding
a bird heard, and seen

flying intercontinentally
is not interested in
passengers flying above
a whale full of blubber

does not wonder about
boats above, and free divers

holding ropes
nature's symmetry is not

dependent on mankind
the thoughts creating natural

laws are only out of a mind
Robert Murray Smith

Negativity Of Mind
Negative people are those

who always lack positivity.
Their first thought is in

the negative mode.
A life of negative thoughts

creates a negative mind.
Enough of this negativity

creates depression.
A mind requires a balanced

mind where positivity reigns.
Robert Murray Smith

O Yellow Flower
O flower yellowed in
daylight
what a delight we see all

alone
facing the sea, seagulls

hovering
overhead by the sparkling

sea
as the afternoon goes into

night
you will not be seen in the

moonlight
but the sea will be aglow with

your yellowness
Robert Murray Smith

Ode To The Earth
the earth we salute you our dot

in space
nothing above, or below except

other lonely dots
shined on by a bright sun, and

a loon of moon
from eons you came alone, pounded

into submission
by asteroids red, explosive molten

flares
allowed your tears to pool as seas,

and lakes
rivers flooded, flowed streaming

anguished tears
allowing primitive life forms to

propagate
through ice, earthquakes, molten

moulding
you accommodated life in all forms

to grow, and prosper
a home for the whole of nature, and

finally man
all the while held in spins on spin

by gravitational pull
your moulding unfinished continues,

as you spin all alone

putting up resignedly to the desecration
of creatures spawned from your generosity
never resting always in flux into the uncertain

future you go
Robert Murray Smith

On Distant Shores
the shell of a former

life form
has protected, now only

a shell
that has come in with the

tide
to be rolled mercilessly over,

and over
to finally split from its form

into sand
it has been, it has come to be

residue
of sand until no more

seen
as our lives must wash to a

distant shore
and become a memory that finally

disolves
Robert Murray Smith

On The Wings Of A Blue Butterfly
as the wind lifts

a parasol
the blue butterfly

is carried
past golden leafs,

a signpost
skywards floating
by wings
that sing the beauty

of nature
on the wings of a
butterfly
flies naturalness
knitted
in one, from nothing

being
Robert Murray Smith

Our Fascinating Minds
All animals and humans have minds of water,

fat, in electric fields.
We don't understand animal minds, let alone human

minds.
Our mind came from evolutionary processes. Its

development was over millions of years. An example,
of the evolutionary process, is a recently discovered
fact that an ancient fish enabled a bone in our ears
to be present today.
My attempt here, is my mind writing what has been

documented by other minds, with various levels of
expertise. Also, my mind attempting to understand
itself.
You are most welcome to make comments on this attempt.
'You' the person you, and others recognise, is the

mind, and the body that carries the mind.
Ask yourself this, do you walk your mind or does it walk

you? Because the mind and, or brain does everything for
you all your life to the end. The brain mind dichotomy is
not resolved.
You see and hear by the mind. Ears and eyes are useless
without the interpretation by the mind.
The mind constructs your world for you, and continuously.
'You' of mind can never know its own mind because is a

continuous changing firing, and pulsating organ.
Minds are thrust into the world, as a work in

progress. The role of genetics is undetermined.
All experiences builds up a fully formed mind.

It has been said that a mind becomes fully mature
at twenty-five. This is speculative, for all minds
develop uniquely.
The mind is an electrical chemical system of glia, assisting

neurons. The mind pulsates all of life never resting,
even by meditation.
The mind goes from unreality into reality, called

consciousness. Such a term is not relevant to an
autonomous mind. This is because the mind is always
aware of itself. When you awake from rest you are aware
of your environment, and that you are you. This is memory
not consciousness.
This mind system is unique to the person. No mind ever,

has been the same, as it changes every millisecond, or quicker,
this speed is unknown.
The mind teaches itself. Instructions from other minds

help, but essentially it is the mind consolidating what it
has learnt. This process continues with the 'you' of mind
unaware.
When the mind remembers, we call it memory that is a facet

of mind recalling what has been consolidated.
In sleep, the mind processes the day's activities. But

during the day the mind continues its consolidation.
When you look at another person it is your mind looking. And,

when you talk to another you are communicating with another
mind. This is more evident on the phone, or on the Internet.
When dealing with an organ of this nature it is unsurprising

that misfirings occur, causing pain and mental illness.
To blame or shame a person for this is aberrant behavior by
other minds.
Robert Murray Smith

Past
Man's awareness of time is

in the past buried.
The concept we recognise today

is past, present and future.
When this concept crystalised

is also not known.
Is this concept valid?
Past we know doesn't exist

anymore.
In the mind of man it sits, and

in objects made before today's
date.
So, the past can sometimes be

recognised, through memory, and
representations such as history.
But the passing of time as a

generality may be seen on a watch,
or clock.
Astronomers claim they can see the

passing of time from the Big Bang.
The neurons of mind cannot see a thought

that has gone.
The mind cannot conceive the past that

disappears in milliseconds.
As soon as you do something it is past,

gone in time.
The present doesn't exist at all. It can't

be captured as it goes by. Maybe, a high
powered camera can catch it but is that
the past?
The future is also unknown.
Therefore time as we know it is not

measurable.
What we should talk about is past time,

and in so doing that has passed.
Robert Murray Smith

Polar Bear Alone
A blue iced desert howls, swimming wind.

Cloudless stark, lighted, bare, unkind.
A colossus white, pads by pad, an appariton.

White, muscled fatted, furred pointed ignition.
Running fast direct, jaws clamp on seal blubber.

Feasts in blood stained ice, replete, supper.
Walks slowly away, padded claws, into the white.

Deserted desert of ice, into the night of daylight.
Robert Murray Smith

Poverty
Poverty finds its way in mean lots

face not normal, faces a lot.
Not so fine mind, stricken, from new

body not fine, is lot by lot, a plot.
A mean family, affects lot by lot, forever

rations rationed, ends a passion mid-lot.
Emotions plotted, ends up sotted, a plot

addicted, more sotted, plotless, a lot.
Uneducated, is a lot, that should not be plotted

less of housing, in a lot, is not a fair lot.
Less of money, is not a lot, and maybe plotted

clotheless, is a naked lot, not a favoured lot.
Involved in war, revolutions, usually, an international plot

no country, in camps, a mean lot, also an international plot.
No democracy, a mean lot, not a lot except, a revolution

imprisoned a mean lot, society needs to plot, a new lot.
Robert Murray Smith

Powerhouse: Thoughts
sequenced, squeezed, released all

enthralling
flow pulsed, emitted caught fought

sought
engages in milliseconds not out,

not in
rounded around fatty watery sponge

lunges
clumped in cells, purified blood red

infused
oxygenated sourced mind of cells in

frames
thought thought fought taught actioned

by reaction
electrically chemically induced conductive

reductive
pulsed cells grows, and grows in myriad cells

energised, source powerhouse
reduced to usable power unusual, universal,

evolves conducted bits by bytes
Robert Murray Smith

Put A Poem In Your Pocket
today of all days you need

a tidy poem
put it in your pocket, or

hat
when feeling sad pull it out

to lighten your mind
if happy all the better sing

with lyrics
a religious bent vent your mind

on atheists
whatever your mood pull it out

and read
ever ready, poems are amenable

to all shades of grey
Robert Murray Smith

Red Dress
She was short, pretty in a slight way.

Long hair, piercing eyes, pert.
In her vision a young cool man.
Their eyes met, locked.
He asked her to sing.

Out came the voice of an angel.
He stood up, paused, then showed her to a seat.
'You have the gig, but wear only a red dress, on Saturday.'
Saturday night.
She arrived bright, red dress tight.
Lifting a mike she sang blues.
An ethereal voice raised the ceiling, applause.
After the show, drinks, too many.

He invited her home.
To bed, a symphony, all night long.
At dawn she left with her red dress, bright eyes, extra pert.
Robert Murray Smith

Ripened Love
Ripened
love seeps
into our being
grasping, and
lasting
til all juice
spills into
our souls,
in a heavenly
cast of shooting
stars sparkling
brighter than
all the stars
that glowed
over two hearts.
Robert Murray Smith

Romancing A Dream
Dreams come dreams flow.

Romancing dreams glow.
Feeling good, so nice.
Dreams of love, entice.
Floating love comes.
To those who succumb.
Robert Murray Smith

Run Fox Run
Run fox run from those

that hunt for fun.
They continue the barbarity

of uncivilised minds.
Who have no idea that what

they are doing is wrong.
Sitting on horses with their

hounds, bugled on.
The humans' thinking is on

par with their animals.
To kill an innocent fox for

fun is not coexistence.
It is the dark ages barbarity

unthinkly continued.
Arise minds lift yourselves

from the shackles of the past.
Robert Murray Smith

Sapphire Fire In My Heart (Poetry In Song)
Sapphire - -fire-r- -sapphire fire- -r in my heart

rain rain the rainbows of colours sapphire blue so red
sapphire fire- -r sapphire fire
My sapphire heart on firey fire- r heart aglow aglow red

you used my fires to light your desires used me used me
In my red blood you set me a sparkling bursting in flame- s

igniting fires that could not be put out put out
sapphire fire sapphire fire- -r
Our night of fire one soul one flame on fire in fire

love did flame desire on fire desire fire- -r
Our love our passion could not last one night it flamed out
out out doused flames smothered by love died - -d out
sappfire fired sapphire fired.
Copyright 2016
Robert Murray Smith
Robert Murray Smith

Sapphire Moon
the sapphire moon lit

an oil fire on the dark
sea of floating foam
Robert Murray Smith

Sequenced Life Starlight
life sequenced in
slivers is
delivered by fate
at the rate
unexpected in the
starlight
that shines on all

within mind
understanding these
sequences
takes a lifetime of
stardust
Robert Murray Smith

Sequenced Sequin Starlight
romantic thoughts of lovers

enfold each other
in sequenced sequin stars

that pierces each heart
colours golden, silver

slivered light
delight their nights of

starlight
in heaven they swoon at

moonlight
minds shine, glow at

the flow
streams of sparkled night

in golden dreams
Robert Murray Smith

Shy
Shy was not her name but she was

afflicted with this unfortunate
handicap. She knew not from where
it came until she met a mentor.
She was told shyness comes from
the mind. When she spoke to close
friends, and family the shyness
did not appear. But, only in front
of strangers. She was told why this
was so. It was because her mind told
her through her own negative thoughts
that if she spoke she would be looked
down on by those minds. The mentor
told her to disregard those negative
thought. And, that she should realise
that her mind was unique. No mind like
hers had ever, or would ever exist. It was
the same for those to whom she spoke. When
she spoke it was one unique person speaking
to another. Through not listening to her
negative thoughts, and having regard to the
advice she became confident in front of
strangers.
Robert Murray Smith

Silver Mirrored Sea
Silver'd mirrored sea slivered

rippled water to a sandy shore.
Wave over wave rolled ashore

spread long coming in, so sure.
Waves on wave slips slurps, travels

of rhythm in line, whisked gravel.
White topped waves turn'd over wave

in out, out in, parallel, enslaved.
Robert Murray Smith

Spread Thinly
spreading itself thinly,

across a life
that causes pain, and

sorrow
seen in those whose faces

face the other way
backs to the walk, walking

away
unable to say, at any time

of the night, or day
'I love you'
Robert Murray Smith

Starfinder
in the stars we find our past

as stardust
as atoms
as particles
as stargazers
looking into eyes
our loved, and lovers
gaze into the stars to discover
Robert Murray Smith

Storm
wind blew up a storm

storm blew wind into rain
rain drops on leaves
Robert Murray Smith

Streaming Mind
the streams of mind flow

into rivers
of thoughts that have been,

and dreamt
awash with debris lodged in

eddies
then with a rush into bullrushes

ending
for a time progress that has been

flowing
a storm creates the right conditions

to be flushed out to sea
washed into waves that ride to shore

furiously
then back out again, and endless cycling,

of renewal
Robert Murray Smith

Summer Comes To Those Who Wait
summer comes to those who wait,

but
the fruits of heat come to those

who
sail through life loving its seasonal

delights
smiling, and caressing its glow they

will not be glowering
at the flowers showing their crowns of

colour
Robert Murray Smith

Summertime
Oh! Everlasting days

in summertime.
Bright flowers upright

spend their crowns.
A warmth flows over crowds

in this clime.
Bring out the togs the sea

calls clowns.
Splash, dive, swim ashore.

a diving board to climb.
Home never, in this best

of times.
Robert Murray Smith

Surrounding Nature
Nature is surrounded by sounds

that embed it in our minds.
Sounds of birds, trees swishing,

wind blowing, surround us.
On the seashore waves rolling in

creeping out.
What would fill the place of nature's

surround sounds?
We salute our earth, and the joys it

provides.
Respect our environment, and receive its

benefits for life.
Robert Murray Smith

Swimming In The Wind
Flowing in the wind

swimming.
Blows, flows, low

swims.
Skims, swims, flows

swimming.
Over, blows, blossoms,

rises flows swims.
Down, over cities,

blowing in wind, over
wind, swimming.
Over sea whipped,

waves white tipped
wind swims.
Over trees blowing

in wind, swimming.
Hats, blown wind,

blows swims.
Verdant grass blown,

wind swimming.
Whirling, circled wind

strongly flowing,
blowing, swims.
Blow, flows, blow,

blow swimming.
Robert Murray Smith

The Last Town Hall Clock
Time whizzes by the town hall clock

from any city.
It chimes on the hour, the clock

clocked by time.
In times past, so fast the clock

runs out of time.
Repaired it tocks a tick of time

until it remembers to chime.
Grand and known, it knows time has

flown past.
Into the mechanics rolled a spindle

without a hold, then out came one
screeching chime.
This was the last time, of time, as

its time had been, and come.
Robert Murray Smith

The Pearls From Shakespeare's Quill
Everyday Shakespeare opened an oyster

with his quill.
Every so often, he found a pearl that has

lasted over four centuries.
Poets of our age too can find oysters that

open, and eventually a shining pearl will drop
out.
To last for centuries is an ask, when only

pearls of a kind come out of a genius
mind.
Robert Murray Smith

The Amphitheater Of Life
bend down see nature

up close
watch a little bee

be
watch a little fly go

by
bend down see nature up

close
see beauty in a snail

slide
see beauty in a flower

now
just look, then look some

more
just get outdoors to the

amphitheater of life
the performers are not

there for you, and me
but are awaiting their cue

to be
their performance is free

to see
Robert Murray Smith

The Crucible Of Love
Love needs to be moulded

into a longstanding feeling.
It takes time, and soul to

weather storms.
Fluffy clouds float by sprinkling

lovely thoughts.
Then darkness descends lightning

forks the air.
In our arms we hold each other tight

until the storm passes.
Sweet kisses tenderly put help to

fire the crucible of love.
Robert Murray Smith

The Dance Of The Daffodils
as the light of day is eased

into night
the dance of the daffodils begins

to entrance
the birds coming into roost, their

singing
stops, then goes into an accompanying

melody
daffodils dancing, a fantasy to all

unless
it is seen, look out tonight if it is

bright
and listen to the birds, a cacophony of

surround sound
Robert Murray Smith

The Dawn Of The New Year
Do you hear the bird in song

calling?
A warble in treble time coming

so clear.
It's the dawn of the new year

that is here.
Sing a song of joy for all of

us to hear.
Call in the dawn of 2017 as the

new year.
Ring out the bells, open all the

doors, let a new light in.
We have begun with the sun our

flight into a dawn not yet begun.
Robert Murray Smith

The Dawn To Come Awaits
the dawn to come awaits

the day that you become
the song in treble time
the noise, and clatter
life has begun to move
Robert Murray Smith

The Dry Summer Wind
nature's verdant grasses,

replaced by brown pastures
dry heat, sweat rolls off wet

brows
flies buzzing, flitting in, out

landing, swiped
the Australian salute, on walkways

'goodaye' to flies, not humans
beer dry throats swallow, a sweet

taste
the dry summer wind stirs, blows

hot air over all
a wisp of smoke, flames leap carried

by the summer wind
a smokey haze rises in wisps to replace

clouds
Robert Murray Smith

The Enigmatic Mind
The mind atop the head middle

a physical enigma in a riddle.
Encased in a grey spongey placement,

soft, fires glia to heuron from loft.
Excitable, mystical stars in galaxy

tapping cell by cell reflects majesty.
Conscious, perceptive, prescriptive

firing, blood infused relayed related siring.
Robert Murray Smith

The Eureka Moment Explaining The Conscious Mind
There is one universal truth that the mind exists

in a human cranium, home alone under bone.
The mind is believed to be created by evolution

from stardust. Although some minds favour a
creator created from the thoughts of ancient
minds.
The evolution of the mind for the purposes of this

discussion is immaterial, so read on minds.
Made mainly of fat, and water it is a chemical,

electrical pulsating system.
It creates thoughts by glia assisting billions

of neurons.
These so-called thoughts come into consciousness,

and transform into action, or inaction.
Thoughts thought are memories, no more no less,

that we all store, and recall.
Thoughts you may gather from your mind are interesting,

as they come through pulses into thought.
Are thoughts thought before you recognise them, or do they

just pop up?
For our purposes, we will leave them as just thoughts,

that arise.
The mind allows itself to be understood, particularly

the concept of consciousness.
But not yet. The minds of so-called experts have

floundered on the complexities creating this state.
This is not surprising because they are unique minds

like ours, no more able than us to arrive at a
eureka moment.
Until, it is agreed to by minds, consciousness will

remain a mystery inside an insight yet to surface.
Modern man, with a few exceptions may never think

about the mind, as they are on autopilot.
Now is the time to think about your mind, don't

bother about mine, it's sentient, and thinking.
Let's digress for a moment. Do you think, or does your

mind think? Do you walk or does your mind walk you.
While you, or your mind thinks, let's carry on with

this journey.
An insight from my mind, a eureka moment, if you like,

is that consciousness is a learnt process through what
we call memory.
A newborn baby has an undeveloped mind that cannot be

termed conscious until its mind through development
has learned by memory that it exists, and able to
recognize others in the world it lives in.
Not fully conscious, the undeveloped mind must

gain speech, and movement to learn. Also, by hearing,
and seeing, a function of the mind.
Language is necessary for the mind to think, and give

afterthoughts to itself. Consciousness begins.
Until this occurs there is no conscious mind.
While asleep the mind is conscious, as it never rests.

And on awakening it remembers its world.
Into the day the mind goes learning the whole of life
to the end.

Robert Murray Smith
Copyright
2016
Robert Murray Smith

The Expanding Universe
the universe is expanding

exponentially
to where is unknown, as we
sit on our chairs
time passes so fast, that we

cease to be
when we go, we too, will expand

into the universe
as star dust, sprinkled in no place

that is known
Robert Murray Smith

The Eyes Of The Tiger
the eyes of the tiger laser

lighted
bring a spring into a leap,

jaw open, teeth snap
penetrate, survey, drag, hide

prey up a tree
the eyes of the tiger blood

splattered, close
Robert Murray Smith

The Feather Quill Inked
I raise my quill, from feathers

it came
to spill into poetry of my times

to you
I don't regret my spilt ink, but

by candlelight
who can I blame when my mind is

on fire
in poetry I see what is unseen,

and craft it to be heard
every word, I have heard in my

mind
flowing in streams it comes to

be bound as one
my thoughts cannot be stopped

until my flow runs out
in plays I acted, words redacted,

history replayed
come with me into my world if you

dare
for where there was no fear; it all

came from me
Robert Murray Smith

The First Known Poem
The first known poem

of mankind:
the'Epic Of Gilgamesh'
detailed the great flood,
some two thousand years before
ancient minds in the Bible.
This discovered cuneiform

partial tablet, caused an
uproar because the Bible was
the source of myth.
And for the story to be extant

thousands of years beforehand,
was to say the least, unacceptable
to scholars.
Robert Murray Smith

The Ghost Ship Loneliness
in the foggy dawn the

ghost ship is seen
Loneliness, its name

a fog horn
breaks the silence, only

echoed
by seagulls squarks, in
air filled
with desolation, starkness

blind
sailing on towards nothingness

it
will forever be alone, until

sunk in despair
Robert Murray Smith

The Golden Key To Mind
The 'golden key' to mind

is within your mind.
It unlocks the mind

to the mind behind.
The mind must recognise

that it, you, are the mind.
In life's flow there's no

time for thinking of mind.
Everything you do is from

your mind.
At all times be mindful

you are the mind, walking
talking.
Looking at another person

don't gaze, fully at beauty,
think only you are looking
at a mind, smiling, talking.
Dismiss racial thoughts,

differences, we are minds of
humans descended.
From the begining the same.
Our colour comes from climate

through gene adaptation.
No person is inferior to another,

we are all humans trying to live
our lives.
No person should be cowed by another

mind.

Of course, some minds work better, but
all minds are unique.
Why?
Because minds change in milliseconds.
Mind is never the same at any point

of time.
It is a dynamic system all the time.
And, no mind ever, has or, in the future

will be like yours.
Concentrate every day on

improving your mind by
thinking deep.
You must appreciate the mind
- - - - - - you- - - - - -
is a pulsating electrical system.
It runs on blood infused by oxygen

flowing from the lungs and heart,
beating in time all your life.
Such a system needs careful

tendering like a flowering garden.
Fertilise with good food, little

or, no alcohol.
Certainly not drugs.
Exercise, walking a must.
As furred up arteries are also

in the brain. Causes strokes,

senility.
Use the golden key all the time.
Robert Murray Smith

The Golden Pen
the golden pen wrote

pearls of wisdom
that were kept in

a diamond encrusted box
opened sparingly to feed

into the thoughtstream
of mankind, raising awareness

about the mind
Robert Murray Smith

The Grand Delusion Of Mind
The counter-intutive mind

brain dichotomy deludes
the mind into thinking the

'You' is the conductor
of the orchestra played by

the symphony of cells
on examination, that is not

so
this dichotomy carries on

full time all day, and night
firing away, controlling

necessary bodily functions
sorting, and filing memories

somatic
and from the world outside of

the cranium
dreaming away in sleep, working

non-stop
creating thoughts before recogntion

by You of mind
directing activities of the You

whose will is compromised
but on autopilot most of the time

You is lead to believe
that all intutive thought comes from

the directions of You

this is the grand delusion of the
mind
Robert Murray Smith

The Hulk
the blackened hulk stood

stark against
the aqua sea rising, and

falling
to the sounds of white gulls

sitting
atop the masts once sheeted,

and full in the wind
unseen it floated into a

the approaching storm
Robert Murray Smith

The Illusion Of Mind
The mind deceptively lets its host

go on autopilot
- - - -just living life, reacting
in this state, it is in charge, dictating

keeping autopilot full on
- - - -no questions asked, homeostasis
once in a while challenges occur - 'Why am I

reacting this way? '
- - - -the You starts to stir, from no thought of mind
a mind under investigation, will reveal itself, if

quietly pushed
- - - -patiently, You pushes for answers
it cannot be dominated, but will acquiesce to let

the You into some secrets
- - - -the secrets of mind may be revealed
the mind informs: it is only an organ, but number one
- - - -it is the orchestra, and the conducter
in an electro-chemical environment it pulsates non-stop
- - - -the mechanisms of the mind are self-perptuating
of itself for itself, it is You, but continual probing

by You must occur, to stop automatic decision-making
- - - -You must continue to probe
eventually the You becomes its mind for thinking, in

an illusion.
Robert Murray Smith

The Improbability Of Being You
The probability of being you starts with

the Big Bang.
The begining of the universe was just under

14 billion years ago.
No Big Bang no you, you cannot disagree.
Now, no one can ever tell you in mathematical

certainty the probability leading to you.
If there was one atom missing in any sequence over

history from the Big Bang would you exist?
In all certainty, if one of your ancestors from the

begining of humans existing was missing there would be
no you.
We will skip to earth the date of your birth. To do

this we must forget the forming of our universe, and
the earth. Also, the beginning of humans your ancestors.
The fusion of the female egg by a sperm resulted in

you being born. We have not computed the probability
of your parents meeting.
Just that probability of your conception and making

it to full term is astronomical, do you agree?
The sum total of what is stated above is that you are

so extraordinary unique.
When we look at your mind of chemical electrical neurons,

we find that no person ever had a mind like yours.
Are you now convinced how unique you are?
If you survive to old age you will have survived longer

than billions of humans.

Having worn out your body are you now satisfied that your
uniqueness has come to a proper end?
Die in peace you uniquely designed human.
Robert Murray Smith

The Little Leaf
the wind of soundless souls

carried away the day
into it's grasp there was no

gasp
as the litle leaf spun out of

control
entering the whirls whirling the

day away
Robert Murray Smith

The Lonely Purple Rose
a lonely purple rose

showed her petals
to the bees who came

to imbibe
she was unhappy just

being alone
only a honey sucking

outlet
for all that buzzed in

uninvited
she longed to be recognised

as a wonder of nature
the seasons came, and went

she always came to be
then one day a hand plucked

her, and exclaimed 'beautiful'
taken away from her loneliness,

she was grafted to a yellow rose
Robert Murray Smith

The Magic Of Nature
we know nature's charm

it can lift its arm
unexpectedly near, then

its there
disappearing into thin

air
it floats, it boasts of being

alive
then its playing dead, charming

charms
the hands open reveal

magical colours
for a time then in a puff they

are gone
Robert Murray Smith

The Mist Of The Past
the old man reminisced

in his mind
wisps of smoke from

his pipe rose
from the mist of

the past
crept the ghosts

of people he knew
just as quickly his

thoughts turned morbid
an old woman friend came

to the front of mind
he smiled, sucking smoke

in
he then cried for his

memory of love lost
Robert Murray Smith

The Moonlight Of Dreams
time bright time

light
in the moonlight
of dreams
dreamily lights the

moon
flitting across the

sky
in beams only existing

inside
all those dreams that

are seen
before the dawn that

has not been
Robert Murray Smith

The Music Of Nature
a tweet, sweet chirp, chirp

the music of nature hit me
it's all around us in sounds
coming, and becoming, heard,
hear, listen, music in surround
sound, you are bound to sing
when chirp chirp wings in
Robert Murray Smith

The Music Of Poetry
Do you hear the bird

in song calling?
A warble in treble
time coming clear.
It is music in time
so appealing.
A song finds word

for ear.
A thought comes word

by word, a line.
Distilled from words

out of mind.
Flows like water, then

a torrent in time.
A Poet's song soars out

of a rhythm in kind.
Robert Murray Smith

The Night Sky Has A Flaming Poem
when your poem is hot

adjuged so
take it to the seashore
inside lattern of paper mache
light said poem send it aloft
see it go
the night sky has a flaming poem
Robert Murray Smith

The Philosopher's Laser
Into everything that connects

the philosopher points his laser.
Through pixels reflected back in

mind, all is revealed.
Connected by magnetic fields flowing

over, and inside minds.
The connections are incontrovertibly

beautiful.
The equation of the universe, and life

is solved.
The afterglow of the begining became part

of all matter.
Enfolding the whole into one; matter is

intrinsic in everything that has ever been.
The sum of creation is one.
Robert Murray Smith

The Power Of One Mind
the greatest mind

ever
was uniquely made,

never
before existing, on
earth
having been made to

become
pruned neuronic synapsed

pulses
making this being the best

of its
promised beginning, doing

everything
to ensure a functioning
life
for the whole of life to the

end
the power of that one mind belongs

to you
Robert Murray Smith

The Power Of Your Mind
the mind is without parallel

on this planet earth
it has sent us to the moon,

and probes are in space
at home we are able to understand

more about our life than any other
generation
our creature comforts are exponentially

improving
the uniqueness of our mind is now apparent

to many literate minds
powered by neurons we are moving along by

electrical chemical synapses
to stand back and gaze at another person

is wonderous considering that what you
are looking at is another mind
Robert Murray Smith

The Spools Of Time
Time enclothed in magnetic

bindings not ever seen.
Existed at the fusion of the

Big Bang.
Unwound unceremoniously it exploded,

and unloaded.
In molecular waves that entered black

holes, wound again.
Spat out unwinding the magnetic molecular

waves rode hitting the molten Earth.
Spreading time like seeds insulated

proliferated.
Out of the primordial soup it grew as

organisms expanded.
Going all the time past as the past passed

itself into unwound time.
As time passed inside out it was the past

cast into a winding spindle.
Finally, it lasts in the past exponentially

increasingly grinding into a spool.
That has no time for time, or those fools

of mankind.
Robert Murray Smith

The Starlight Brigade
the starlight brigade has

medallions
embossed on galaxies of
the mind
sparkling stars electrified

day, and night
battling the exigences built in

to send our thoughts out
to You the mind that is inclined,

to the battle of life
Robert Murray Smith

The Starlight Of Night
looking at the stars

from earth
one has to wonder which

one
would be a reflection of
your beauty
is it one, or the sparkle

of all
in your eyes that twinkle

in starlight
that is the starlight of

the night
Robert Murray Smith

The Taste Never Went Away
We swilled our gin to forget

the dirt, and grime.
Our shoes covered in horse

droppings, we tasted life.
The crowds dropped their

pennies faster than they drank.
Rank, and raw we hastily left

our reason behind.
We were a common lot with a lot

in common.
Gin swilling like pigs at the trough

of life.
Still we came back day after day, as

the taste never went away.
Robert Murray Smith

The Tension Between Science And Religion
There is a tension between

science, and religion.
We can appreciate both, if

an open mind is kept.
The benefits of science are

there for us.
Developments do not just happen

they come out of strict protocols.
Many of us would not be alive today

but for science.
We would still be in the dark ages

where science was yet to flourish.
Over time religions appeared to make

sense of life.
Mythmakers came, and went. Yet, some

are embedded in religions today.
Neither science, nor religion should be

at loggerheads.
Science is based on experimentation, and

religion on faith.
The two can coexist as long as goodwill

prevails.
Robert Murray Smith

The True Essence Of A Person
The essence of a person is being themselves.

Accepting what they possess in life.
Not being envious of others.
Consuming what is needed, and no more.
Realising that they are unique in body, and mind.
Are here for the duration of a life short, or long.
Being true in mind, and spirit.
Traversing all roads in life not avoiding strife.
Facing problems in the best manner possible.
Being evenhanded with all.
Reaching for the stars to be the best you can be.
Helping others in need.
Assisting the environment, and creatures large and small.
Loving with a heart that shines for all to see.
And, respect all.
Robert Murray Smith

The Way Forward
The life raft floated down the river.

Aboard one lonely soul, feet wet.
Eyes sad, a tear rolled down.
Why O why am I on this raft?
There was no answer today.

Looking up, was no answer.
Downwards the same.
Sadness overcame that mind this day.
On reaching the confluence of tributaries.

Which direction should I take?
Indecision was on board.
Looking up, and down as before, no answer.
Suddenly, the mind came to the fore.

I must make a decision, or forever float.
As if the answer was always there.
The mind went left, as the raft was turned.
It hit the bank with a thud, the journey ended.

This was only the begining of the end.
Feeling more alive, the air was cleared.
Day ended, as the night lit by the stars showed the way.
Robert Murray Smith

The Whispering Wind
the whispering wind is hiding

behind the black clouds
waiting to shout at the humans

below
the black clouds open the first

gamut with torrential rain
the whispering wind follows filling

its lungs, and flapping wings
the wind comes less a shout, but a

whoosh that can't be restained
blowing over all below followed by

snow
winding itself up it folds into

a tyhoon
sucking up cats, and dogs, logs, and

chairs
having a fit it drops its cargo over

Chicago
out of breath it once again becomes the

whispering wind
Robert Murray Smith

The Word Is The Thought
words are heard, or read;

communicating
to an audience yourself,
or others
the thought is the word, and

the word is the thought
received in mind it is thought,

pictured
in a painting, or merely a drawing

in black, and white
interpretation is the prerogative

of each receiver mind
Robert Murray Smith

Thinking
Expanding horizons, create

a space.
That moves you into a wide

ranging place.
Where thinking becomes the

only option.
It is using the mind to be

a living production.
A play within a play every

day.
Make it a habit, thinking is

a mainstay.
Robert Murray Smith

Throw Your Troubles In The Water
'When troubles bubble up

- - -sing a song
throw your troubles in the water
troubling bubbles follow me
down they go bubbling along
as they go wave goodbye
I don't need you I don't want you
you are too much trouble for me
see them go looking sad, as I'm so glad
- - - sing with me
what relief to see them go floating
throw your troubles as far as you can
then you can wash those hands
- - - -sing along
goodbye goodbye go for your life.'
Robert Murray Smith

Time
time was catapulted

from nothing
then thrust straight back

into the past
so fast that it became a

time from the past
today we have inherited that

time
from the past, no sooner are

we in the present, it has gone
into the past; there has never

been a present, or future
we are always living in the

past
Robert Murray Smith

Time Rings Bells
as time secreted itself in

the interstices of space
a face looked through a

window into itself
reflections of time appeared

so near
but illusory, a figment of

the warp vibrating
in wave lengths that stretch

across continents
sounds that start within a wall

of surround sound
travelling by time chiming, ringing

bells
Robert Murray Smith

To Whom I Call
For whom I call I call

for thee.
My love is pure to give

for free.
For whom I call I call

for thee.
My unknown lover is hiding

from me.
To whom I call I call for

thee.
Are you so unaware that this

call is from me?
To whom I call I call for

thee.
If you will not answer this

call I will flee.
Robert Murray Smith

Today Is Yesterday Tomorrow
we are always in the past

moving
on a coil spinning in spins

only
for our life moving in time

that does not last
today is yesterday tomorrow,

we borrow from the past
never accruing an account that

we can spend
all of our time has been spent

as it accrues
we are, have no doubt, here

today
but tomorrow it was yesterday passing

past time spent
Robert Murray Smith

Trees Of The Forest
trees waving their branches,

leaves rustling
sounds unheard, of nature

become synphonious
airly resounding of musical

leavenings
echoing the warblers high

singing
to the clouded sky, and to

the flowers that
are closing for the day beyond

the sounds
Robert Murray Smith

Underline Our Existence With Love
To be or not to be, should not be the

question, as posed by the Bard.
It is to be as an improbability, that
you came to be.
Once you be, you start to see that we

are, because of time.
Time seeded the universe with all the

atoms resulting in us being.
We are, delivered as beings that were

improbabilities.
Once that realisation occurs we will underline

our existence with love
Robert Murray Smith

Warp Of Time
The dawn broke like a dam

bursting.
Song filled humid air, high

notes trilling low.
Caressing the ears of those

inside the folded warp of time.
The earth dripping sweet sweat,

as juice squeezed out of a time
before time.
Robert Murray Smith

Wash Out The Blues
Wash those old blues away today

Send them back to blue sky
Wash those old blues away
Pack them up and throw them away
Wash those old blues away today

Just let them go out to play
We don't want you bluey blues
Pack your bags and go away
Wash Wash those blues away

Give them a rinse and flush
Flush them with a rush
Down the blue pipes away
Pack your gear disappear.
Blues blues you you lose lose

Happiness smile a mile
Jump for joy sooo high
Go for your life
Live without a chain
Flush those blues down the drain.
Robert Murray Smith

We Do Not Know How Others See Us
we do not know how others

see us
every person has a different

perception
of every other person, as we

all have unique
brain circuitry, some traits

of a person, not all
are perceived in a similar

way
such as kindness, or anger

if they are consistently
the same, so it's not surprising

that we have different friends
popular people consistently

show a trait that others
can identify with, and generally

they have dominant right hemispheres
of our dual brain; but egotistical

persons are more dominant in
the left hemisphere, but as both

hemispheres are integrated
it's difficult to generalise

about each person
just remember we are all quite

different

Robert Murray Smith

When The Dawn Arrived
when the dawn of mankind

arrived
we were not alive, but

we were waiting
in a queue, not as beings

but nevertheless there
our arrival was heralded

by crying
'we are here, we are here'

nothing more
the dawning of our new lives

came to be
Robert Murray Smith

Whence Did You Come?
Moving from life's stream, out

of the gloom.
A vision of beauty came gliding on

the toes of a ballerina.
Hair of gold, eyes fiery green,

graced earth.
I stood looking like a tree that

just shed its leaves.
This apparition floated towards

me in the air, a midsummer dream.
Unable to think clearly, I managed to

say, 'whence did you come? '
No word was given in reply, as she held

my hand.
Leading me slowly, we disappered back into

life's stream.
Robert Murray Smith

Winter's Paint
frost paints a picture so

icy today
reflecting the stare of winter

bare
devoid of warmth, the wind crackles

before dawn
a winter pane is sliced in ice with

a brush of air
winter hides in the eyes of those who

glare
a grey sight without an undercoat walks

into a store
Robert Murray Smith

Without Love There Is No Humanity
Without love there is no humanity

for yourself, or others.
With love there is no need to kill

humans, or animals.
Love is all encompassing, an emotional

state of being.
It supercedes religiosity, hate, any type

of nastiness.
Let's not kill others because of religious

differences.
Let us love our fellow humans for we are all

one.
We came to be because of improbability thrust

out of nothing to be.
Robert Murray Smith

Wound To Chime
We travel through life

as a clock wound to chime.
Within set hours we must

sleep when wound down.
A cruel thief of time

sleep rewinds our cells.
Arising we are bound to

chime until the next time.
These chimes of time ring

out less one third.
Robert Murray Smith

Your Love Is For All To Share
The stars have fallen into your eyes.

The whole universe is there to see.
In you I can see that love is for all.
Your beauty is in multiverses.
All the moons shine out of you.
All the rainbows that have ever been.
All the birds of beauty flutter in your eyes.
Your love is for everyone to share.
Robert Murray Smith

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Poetry Series

Robert Murray Smith

My poems cover the mind, nature, and making poems.

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'my ego tripped over my id to become a superego

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A hauntingly beautiful dream is

To be the best you can be, and to

Fulfilling the potential you have

To always feel balanced in your

Never to allow negativity to

To love those who love you with

To furnish your larder with wholesome

Never to waste your talents, but to

Giving generously of yourself to those

Participating in life to the fullest

Walking tall no matter your disabilities

Being a friend to those who value your

Giving of yourself to assist those less

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And most of all be yourself to you,

Robert Murray Smith

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Love is a hauntingly beautiful word.

Enfolding, and caressing it glows bright.

Its meaning is clear, and received dear.

Love is never lost but lives eternally.

Robert Murray Smith

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love has chosen a heart

a tune that it has never

beating fast, it goes into

as the loved one walks past

taking his heart in his hands,

speaks, 'Hi, I'm Pete, would you care

the loved one, long ginger hair, blue eyes,

Pete is besides himself, barely remembering

his heart now pounding, 'What about a coffee now? '

'Sure', she said without a beat, and into the future

Robert Murray Smith

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Lighted aqua water

Sandy shore, rested

Flotsam and jetsam nestled

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Oh! My purest heart a rose

Purpled, weathered I may be

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wandering along on a distant

waves coming in with a roar,

kicking at sand between my

just thinking of nothing, but

a large shell caught my eye,

picking it up, putting it to

to my surprise, I heard beautiful

it was all the sounds of nature

my mind at that instance became

of sound like a sound wall that bounced

Robert Murray Smith

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A word can sing to another