He was full of anger and his friends told him to let it go He was full of regret and his teacher told him to let it go He was full of guilt and his brother told him to let it go He was full of fear and his guide told him to let it…
Category: Poetry
Paul Levy’s Poetry
Thank You
A poem in which a friend offers to comfort a friend they feel they want to “give back” to In your coldest of winters I will bring you warmed-white stones for your pillow In your shivering space I offer you toasted smiles and gently simmering cuddles wrapped around your freezing soul I bring…
The Tailors’ Ball
This is a poem about love, spontaneity and playfulness. Somehow our current spontaneity is actually rooted in the past, springing from seeds we planted then. The drama above the table At Mrs Minsky’s Had been played out before And was all smoked salmon And Cream Cheese There was a Cabernet Sauvignon And a vast…
Dogs and Cats
This is a fairly strange poem on first reading. Someone who claimed to be clairvoyant once told me that, when a wild animal dies, it dissolves back into the “animal group soul”. But an animal tamed by humans develops a soul that survives death in a more individual form. So, I wrote this poem to…
The Phalanx of Cruelty
A poem about the attacking self Clever words Cradled with evil The cult of projection The bitterness of a lifetime Of addiction to empty lovelessness And abuse dressed as strength and calm The use and abuse of language to hide shame The worshipping of those who threaten The love of those who laugh at pain…
The Trumpet
This is a poem about playing out your private life on social media We do not need to trumpet our lives, Like desperate Hollywood husbands and wives; We have no need to share our secret names Online, to fan these decaying, lovelorn flames. We do not need to talk down the walk of tears To…
Rain Poem
This is a poem about digital addiction. When we finally return to “nature”, nature simply throws up the problem we had fled into the digital realm to solve and had, instead, covered over. The cold, insistent electronic beat (Though it taps my feet) Is not the same As a cooling summer rain. Swaying to…
The Man in the Red Suit
For many people, Christmas has become an almost meaningless repetition. Present giving is about “getting things” for other people, often from high street stores or from online retailers. The act of generosity in the giving of a present can vary from being a well chosen gift that lights up another, to the same bath salts…
Bouncing Poem
Nightly, my spirit Bounces on the heads of atheists. Those crowns are the springiest of all, Hardened, like walnuts inside, but Their soul-fleshy exteriors are so springy, So unlike their puppy dogmas. Each night, we step across the river-crossing And leap with laughter upon the stepping stones of Silly Cynicism. I know we shouldn’t, But…
Hear My Whisper
We whisper to you a lot, but mostly you do not hear us. I whispered to you yesterday and, for a moment, it seemed you looked at my voice through a washing-up bubble, but perhaps it was just the sunlight you saw, reflecting your own questions back into your lovely deep orange and blue and…
Falling Upwards
Today we’re falling towards the future, Falling upwards, And backwards; And what went before Stands now before us And we’re falling upwards, Gaining the ground of air The earth is a hollow place And we’re falling towards the centre The focal point the universe Rushing outwards, Inverted in our consciousness And we’re falling towards the…
the book poem
a man goes into a shop to buy a pint of milk on the way past the pet food he arrives at the stationery there isn’t much there but he sees a little note book no bigger than a hand size with a little pencil …
Gently Now
A spiritual holocaust is taking place the annihilation of the human spirit we will exist as cold, intellectual beings with no heart with spider-like precision the weapon of attack is stealthy materialism one of the first targets was this: Christmas. Last century it began all around us people are dying inwardly but as materialism knows…