A Poet's Blog: Roger N.Taber shares his thoughts & poems...

Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian and poet-novelist.- "Ethnicity, Religion, Gender, Sexuality ... these are but parts of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to critical emails about my poetry. Contact: rogertab@aol.com].

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Location: London, United Kingdom

Sadly, a bad fall in 2012 has left me with a mobility problem, and being diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year hasn't helped, but I get out and about with my trusty walking stick as much as I can, take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life. Many of my poems reflect the need to nurture a positive-thinking mindset whatever life throws at us.

Friday 7 February 2020

Mysterious Ways


I often refer to ghosts in my poems. Do I believe in ghosts? Oh, yes, I certainly do.  Here, though, the ghost is simply a metaphor in the manner of many poets, writers, and artists before me and I dare say many more to come…

A metaphor, for what, did you say? Ah, therein lies the secret of the kenning form of poetry; you usually have to read it to discover the narrator’s true identity.

MYSTERIOUS WAYS

I am the ghosts
of seasons taking their cue
from all around me,
busy recreating roles to play
that I dare step back into
once choice comes into its own
while (still) denying access 
to any 'live' past-present-future
offering to make peace

I am the ghosts
of seasons taking their cue
from a restless heart,
invading the enquiring mind,
seeking to be reconciled
with whatever moral order
loath to acknowledge
no (conscious) harm ever done 
in agreeing to differ

I am the ghosts
of every season's fretting
about fulfilling
its potential, whether physical,
psychological, emotional
or, yes, sexual, since you ask 
(and well you might)
given that we're both working out
a full life sentence

I am Conscience, human nature's diary,
the sum total of its eternal mystery


Copyright R. N. Taber 2011



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Sunday 2 February 2020

One plus One makes The-Two-of-Us


Many if not most of us quite often think we could be doing this or should be doing that as if we were unhappy with our lot. Some of us are, of course, and need to following up our words with some real action. For many of us, though, it’s just talk, and we are okay with the way we are and the life we lead...

Could it be because we feel guilty about being happy that we are so wary of admitting it?

Life could always be better, of course. We all have our share of problems. On the whole, though, is life really as bad as some of us seem to be always complaining?  Well, yes, in some cases. Maybe, though, if we complained less and were more positive about life generally, things might improve for all of us and there would be less to complain about? A more positive rather than negative take on each other’s socio-cultural-religious differences would be a good start.

In my experience, the great thing about letting ourselves feel happy is that we find ourselves being more positive about everything and everyone; if we can develop our interpersonal skills along the way and achieve a greater sense of personal as well as social identity, so much the better. Moreover, while it doesn’t necessarily take two to be happy, it helps…a LOT

So let's try and look out for each other more, yeah? We all need friends, someone to care about us, especially if we happen to be living on our own for whatever reason.

 ONE PLUS ONE MAKES THE-TWO-OF-US

Yesterday,
we talked about doing this ‘n’ that
while we played with the cat
as the budgie looked on and the dog
snored away in his basket

Yesterday,
we discussed going here or there
while you vacuumed the floor
as I loaded up the washing machine
before we went shopping

Tomorrow,
we’ll talk about doing this ‘n’ that,
clean out the budgie’s cage,
probably ask the neighbours round
to try out the new Bar-B-Q

Tomorrow,
we’ll discuss going here ‘n’ there,
then take the dog for a walk
where we’ll be welcome at the pub
and catch up on the gossip

Today,
will be very much like yesterday;
shades of self-consciousness
for having far less than some if more
than many…and being happy

As for our arguing points of view,
it’s how one plus one makes two

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010

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Saturday 4 January 2020

Ghost Writer

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Someone asked me recently what I think of modern society. My answer is in the poem. 

I suspect many if not most of us are hypocrites up to a point; we often say one thing, but think and/or do the opposite. What bothers me most, though, is it feels like we are on a conveyor belt, hypocrites being moulded by our so-called betters who are no better than us at all, worse in fact, but untouchable for reasons best known to themselves for having contrived to be placed among society's 'betters'.  

Money talks, power talks, but nothing and no one talks louder than hypocrisy, the more so because it is is a silent, invisible enemy, and if we do succeed in exposing it, the chances are not only that the damage it is intended to inflict has already done its worst, but not even by whomsoever seems the likely author. We are left chasing shadows...

Such is life,I guess. All we can do is stay as alert to hypocrisy as possible, resist the temptation to give as good as we get, and encourage mind-body-spirit to keep looking on the bright side of life. 


GHOST WRITER

You’ll find me among shadows
insinuating nooks and crannies of a mind
co-writing fictions of the heart,
creating ‘No Go’ areas for such truths
as would make themselves known,
walk tall in sunlight, crusade with pride
against bigotry, shred it into pieces
and toss away, cocksure, no loose ends left
for tapers to mischief

I have no time for huts and hovels,
but churches, cathedrals, mosques, temples,
places where authority courts respect,
and if anyone suspect any double dealing
or duplicity, few will care to grasp
the nettle for fear its sting prove fatal
or, worse, provide propaganda
likely to earn a prime time slot on TV,
even win me converts

I always side with Law and Order,
ready to monitor and ratify any small print,
often left unread, I have to agree,
but who can blame me for a human foible
comprising aspects people prefer
to toss away, cocksure, no loose ends left
for tapers to mischief, never dreaming
their best intentions may well provide fuel
for its burning?

I prey on the goodwill of a gullible humanity,
feeding on its conscience, who am Hypocrisy



Copyright R. N. Taber 2009

Note: First published in Tracking the Torchbearer by R N Taber, Assembly Books, 2012

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Sunday 2 August 2015

Catcher in the Eye done Good

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Years ago, I saw a painting in an art gallery that has made me reflect on the beauty of memory, capturing and preserving a precious moment in time. Yes, a photograph can do much the same, but a painting is so much more than a photograph; it reads aloud to the inner ear, thus inviting the inner eye to appreciate its every deliberate brush stroke in much the same sense and sensibility as one might appreciate iambic meter in a poem. As with all creative endeavour, the art lies in its artlessness, artist rewarding observer with an insight to a process that requires we tap into reserves of feeling of which the chances are we are not consciously aware.

Memory may fade, but the art-poem remains a part of us and will be sure to manifest itself in our approach to life, love, nature and human nature…; indeed, to  just about everything.

‘Oh,’ I hear some people say, ‘but that’s only if you have the imagination…’ Bollocks, to that! Imagination can and does work on our consciousness, yes, but it also works on the subconscious, possibly to even greater effect. So never let anyone lead you to believe you have no imagination; the human condition is better than that even where, sometimes, human nature fails us. 

Imagination is that Catcher in the Eye of which we may or may not be well aware but which, in any case, remains one of the sweeter mysteries of the human condition. 

CATCHER IN THE EYE DONE GOOD

Young girl with daisies
in the hair darts across a greeny field;
though brooding sheep
keep a sidelong watch on playful lambs,
the merry scene
attracts a frisky foal, prancing
at a boundary fence

Innocence

Young girl with daisies
in the hair glimpses a pretty butterfly,
gives laughing chase;
one tangent wing at a finger's tip,
angel face glowing
hope’s pink blushes, elusive happiness
caught on canvas

Copyright R. N. Taber 1974; 2001

[Note: An earlier version of this poem - under the title 'Brush Strokes' - first appears in Love and Human Remains: poems by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2000.]

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Saturday 25 April 2015

Homing in on a Brave New World

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If learning is a rites of passage, the foundations of learning must lie with love or why do any of us make the journey in the first place…? 

Love is the greater of all human life forces, whoever and wherever we are in the world, regardless of any socio-cultural-religious and, yes, sexual persuasion, not least because it does not discriminate but takes us as it finds us, no holds barred.

It takes various shapes and forms, of course, love; places and aspects of the natural world will often feed us lovely memories, all the more so, though, if they include loved ones and/or close friends who share them also.

HOMING IN ON A BRAVE NEW WORLD

Once upon a time
in the sunshine, fickle world
spinning me round
till a mist closing in on me
where mistakes
and regrets come to haunt
as they always have, and I dare say
always will…

Oh, but hastily passing them by,
my world and I

The mist begins to clear,
and instead of taunts,
I can hear sweet birdsong
in summer air,
singing love songs, reciting poems
about kinder
as well as darker aspects
of humanity…

Oh, but hastily passing them by,
my world and I

Music, still tugging  
at heartstrings,
inspiring we nature lovers
everywhere
to let open mind and spirit take us
by the hand
as a child to its elders bound,
asking questions…

Oh, but hastily passing them by,
my world and I

Words, lightly hovering
on each ear
like birds in mid-flight before
journeying on
(and who knows why or where?);
sense and sensibility
converging from the start
on the human heart

Oh, but hastily passing them by,
my world and I

Love, invading the senses
like sunshine,
lighting up shadowy corners
of the self,
left inarticulate and ineffective
by inexperience,
ready to accept responsibility
for a new maturity


Copyright R. N. Taber 2015

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