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Justice for Robert Forbes

At a Black Lives Matter protest in Bakersville,California, a white supremacists ran over and killed a black man by the name of Robert Forbes.He has yet to be charged.

[singingtruth]

                      Wed Here

For 200 million years, this place lay waiting to be formed

                       for this moment,

                                  for this gathering,

                                             for each witness to be here.

Gathered from round the earth,

               travelled near and far

                           for this moment,

                                       for this gathering,

                                                   for each loving friend.

              No cathedral here of hewn and faced stone

                  nor coloured glass.

              No columned aisles echoing

                  a cloistered and deep forest glade,

Yet, stone unfaced facing us

                 unhewn for 200 million edifices standing, waiting,

                              for this moment,

                                   for this gathering,

                                        for each mother, father, brother, sister, child.

And, air that breathes its birdsong zephyrs wafting

     Scent to us from the lungs of 200 million leaves and flowering trees

          for this moment,

               for this gathering,

                    for all who inhale and who have drunk the nectar of the breeze.

And, water falling into gorges

        cascading 200 million font filled blessings

                         for this moment,

                              for you gathered,

                                   for each child of God.

And, light blazing from the sun bathing this shimmering place

        clothed in hardy new and soft ancient leaves

                    All, for this moment,

                         for this gathering,

                              to be here to see you wed.

Robert Forbes  (18/12/12)

Poet’s Notes

This was written to be performed at an outdoor wedding at Govett’s Leap, Blackheath, where my son married his beautiful bride, Akiko.

The poem was included in the bilingual wedding booklet and performed after Akiko’s brother had read a poem in Japanese.

Please find a wedding video link.  The first minute or so will show the stunning setting. Video compiled by Peter Frazer  < http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ba2eyK7AGSE>

The poems seeks to sanctify the setting for the wedding, the Australian bush, using Eastern elements of fire, air, water, stone with reference to elements of a cathedral.

[singingtruth]

WOODSMOKE & WINE

Sunday,

        and the air bites

        cool and crisp as apples

        tasting of blossoms’ scent from Spring.

        My face is kissed with Autumn mist.

And wafting breezes, as I climb to morning mass,

        serve me first with fragrant Oregon incense

        decanted to bring the sap of summers,

        decades past.

The power of a radiant sun

        turned to a forest of sweet perfumed growth,

        a continent away,

After,

        laid down in cellar or rafter,

        waiting to give, no longer strength,

        but its essence in the cold, to the wind.

And now the blood-red stained iron bark

        sends me eucalypt and its Spring/Summer

        flowers of a vintage year upon year.

Rings, marked sixty seasons of flowing sap,

        and I drink intoxicated,

        what the native bee failed to distill into mead,

        and sip what now stands on the bar of the breeze.

And having stepped up into a warmth of humanity

        greeting upon words, upon prayer, upon song,

        finding a high point, from where I fly,

Lifting now, upon a unity of fragrance.

Sweet communion wine sweeps me

        back past a vintage spring flowering,

        a summer fruiting,

        an autumnal harvest of copper, auburn, golden leaves

        and full sweet grapes whose honeyed orbs

        distill the land and seasons’ life

        to dwell in our cup.

Resonant notes surround me

        and draw, as gathered cloth by

        picked threads that pierce past

        and future in their unity,

So I re-member you from the past

        and I feel you in the future

        and know our joy

        in life past and to come.

Even in Winter’s barren death

        I taste the fragrant notes

        of our joyous life.

Living future and past as one,

. . . . as one inhalation and

        one exhalant incantation.

The breath of you brings me life.

Robert Forbes (10/3/96)

  Poet's Notes

This is about walking through a cold Autumn morning in my home town of Blackheath to attend Sunday mass.

My wife has already arrived with Mary, the organist and has been preparing, for some time, to sing and strum to accompany the celebration.

The theme of time travel in the mass occurs;

A) through readings where words are lifted from the page to allow concepts thousands of years old to enter our heads and have our brain chemistry resonate and live as one with the author's, and

B) through Eucharistic meal, as from the Passover meal from where it springs, where the eldest answers the youngest, "This is the night we came out of Egypt". - so the picked thread condenses folds in cloth like so many years, a binding entanglement, a unity. 

[singingtruth]

If Red Cries Red

If red cries red,

   and blue sings brilliant blue.

And every other colours depth,

   cries out it’s sounding hue.

I am hearing the colour

   of the world,

With eyes, that have been

   immersed in you.

My every sense’s need

   is quenched and flooded full,

As each sensor’s bank

   is melted by the spate of you.

Robert Forbes (11/74)

[singingtruth]

Poetry - (Distilled Meaning Amplified)

Particles of a fractured aspect,

   Composed collage, a well balanced illusion

All glinting in the sunlight of experience,

   Singing truth and plucking melodies on the heart.

How real can illusion be?

   Is reality illusion, dwarfed by poetry?

Robert Forbes

Poet's Notes:

This is a 'constructivist' view of writing poetry, and is

the antithesis of the view expressed in Ted Hugh's "The Thought Fox"  where the poem is a pre-existing entity captured and embodied with ink an paper by the medium like poet

"The Thought Fox" <http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/ted-hughes/the-thought-fox/>