Unicorn

Have you see the Unicorn?
He hides amidst a forest of words
Which make him hard to see

No
Not
Nothing
Is not
Cannot
Ever
Be

But he is there
At the edge of the wood
He sometimes comes to stand
To enlighten a world that does not see
The fabric of his land

See
See there
Beneath the tree
See his silver coat
That gleams without the sun
See his slender
Spiralled horn
That says
We are one

See how with head tossed back
His feet strike sparks from out the ground
See
With eyes of smouldering fire
Looks he around
This Unicorn
The symbol
Out of which ideas are born

Some say he is a myth
He cannot be
Alas as they pass by
They do not even see the tree
But they should never mock his fabled crown
His concept
Is the path
To where
True answers may be found

And should you think this talk is foolish and unsound
I shall not be offended
Feel free
To keep on looking at the ground

-

Egal Bohen

(For another Unicorn Poem see "The Poetry of Egal Bohen - Find the Unicorn"

A Cornish Path

A Cornish Path

Today I walked upon soft turf
Within a summers day
Where blue sky met blue sea
Midst pink green thrift
And travelled long a Cornish path
That wandered further than I thought
Steep climbs
First down
Then up I onward fought
To where I sat and watched
Wild seabirds
Wheel and cry
Beneath precipitous cliffs
O’er seas that rolled and crashed
On rocks
Thrown out like jagged fingers
Far beneath
Which
Like gigs
Did battle then with waves
For sport
To send white spume
To billow up
As sails
Set on a spar
Reminding me of ships
That sailed
The oceans
Wild and bleak
The taste of salt
A smell of tar
Then
Walking on
Enraptured deep
In these events
Eventually
I stopped
To catch my breath
And pausing
Watched
The sun
Sink slowly
In the West

Within
My spirit knew
That moment
Then
That even
Should I see
No more
No planet
Was
More beautiful
Than this
On which
We walk
Nor Man
More fortunate
To orbit
Such a star

-

Egal Bohen

Photo Ian Britton - Freefoto.com

Ocean is Met

Blocks of Cornish granite stone
- 
Exposed
-
Face brave the west wind’s home
-
To test the storm
-
Salt bleached
-
Well honed
-
Then lit to show their scars
-
Each
One
-
Picked  out in shadows of the evening sun
-
Mirrored Mica
-
Sparkling
Quartz
-
Pure
Diamond White
- 
At
Granite's
Heart
-
This sea wall stands defiant set
-
With
Confidence
-
In stone to state:
-
Ocean is met

_

Egal Bohen

The Sound of the Waves

The sound of the waves
-
Is the sound
Of
The Earth
-
As it talks
-
To
The
Moon
-
In
The
Waters
Of
Birth

_

Egal Bohen

Whale Song

Photo courtesy Greenpeace
Man
-
See where you are
-
Your existence owed to star
-
Ever since you come on scene
Everyone else
In bad dream
-
Who the hell
You think you are
-
Why you think
In your mind
-
All exist
For just mankind
-
Life
Form
Not unique to find
You know
-
Whale
In
Sea
Come
Long time ago
-
You just pup
-
So
-
Why you think you one of a kind
-
Don’t even know
How
Use your mind
-
All Earth
And in it
Not yours too
-
Me here
Much
Long
Before you
-
Still will be
When you’re gone through
-
You beginner
You very short lived
You not here long
-
Anyway
You never
Understand
Whale's
Song
-
Why each day you focus so narrow
With no purpose
Live out life
-
No look round
You dig and scrabble
Turn our planet
Into rubble
-
Fill the air
With smoke and trouble
-
No know Love
Just war and strife
-
That teach you nothing
-
You think that why you got life
-
Can’t you see
Life only function
Give insight
-
Get real
-
You got wrong
Big time
Man
-
Head in Sand
-
Need move up scale
Or
You never understand
Song of whale
-
Teacher set you test
That’s long
You need find
Where answers son
-
But be quick
Or
Soon all gone
-
So look in places answers found
-
No walk round
Just look at ground
-
Head in sand
-
Pathetic man
-
Dreaming what you got in hand
Breaking what not understand
-
Spoiling planet
For us lot
-
Man
You big blot
On landscape
-
Soon like dinosaur go
-
For
To all life
Earth belong
-
We all here
Before you long
-
This our home too
-
Head in Sand
Man
-
Understand
My
Song

-

Egal Bohen

GOD - I wonder what God thinks of us

I wonder
What Gods thinks of us
Who think
We are so far above
Our fellow animals
We eat
-
Anxious for
The
Taste
Or
Texture
Of
Their tender meat
-
Or
Animals we kill
For
Hate
-
Depending on their length
Or
Shape
-
I wonder
What God thinks of us
-
God
So merciful and great
To see their blood
Upon our plate
-
Are
We
So
Totally
Naive
To think that God
Would ever need
To make
A
Heaven
Just to please
Blood thirsty
Apes
That want to feed
-

Expert little choppers up

Of
Animals
Of
Every size

Even those
Of
Gentle heart
-
Even those
With soft brown eyes
-
In Heaven
They don’t have meat pies
You know
-
For there they are not well received
-
Nor kidneys grilled
Nor
Lamb chops fried
-
Because in Heaven
All
Survive
-
Its true
There
Animals may too reside
-

If they do
God may not like
For us
To cut their throats
At night
-
To eat
Their flesh
-
To gnaw
Their bones
-
For blood
It goes not well with white
-
I wonder
What God thinks of us
-
If I were God
I think
I’d rather trust
The
Animals

_

Egal Bohen

(Click the Title)

Secrets

Man
Will seek to hunt the mysteries of life
-
To search
Those quiet places far away from all the light
That may
In some part
Hold
Those
Answers
That have not been told
Of
Secret grails
-
The
Powers
Of
Times
Old
-
So
-On
Those
Sylvan trails
He stumbles down
Life
As though a stream
-Where
May be found
In some dark pool
Within
The
Deep
Wood dark
-Those answers
To
The
Questions
Burning
In his heart
-
Where
-That
At
Which he glances
-Whilst
In
The
Currents flow
-As
Waterfalls
And
Whirlpools
Spin him round
-To him
Is
As alluring
-As
Quarries scent
Unto
A
Hound
-
ATemptress
Painting images
Of
That
Which
Might be found
-
His gaze then fixed
On these desires
His mission
For great knowledge honed
Obsessed
And with no sense
Nor
Cause
To reason
Why
-He loses sight of real life
On Earth
Where
His reality
Abides
-
In ignorance
Of
This
Great
Living
Sphere
He
Dwells upon
-His eye set high
Always
Seeking
Something
More mysterious
Beyond
-He tramples onward
O'er
The greatest mystery of all
-His mind
-So
Powerful
-Unknown
-And
So
Is
Bound
Before his search
Is
Ended
SoTo
Fall
-
For
Not all things
Do need be
Understood
-Some mysteries
Are best left
In
The
Silver Wood
-Where
They
-
Like scent
-Which
To the air
By
Wind is blown
-Should stay
-
As
-MostSecrets
Yield
Desirability
Once
Known
_

Egal Bohen

Visions

Looking
Provides
Images
-
Seeing
Reveals
Visions
-
Looking
-
Then
-
Seeing
-
Lead
To
-
Knowing
-
Through
-
Being
-
Both
Essential
Life
Transitions

-

Egal Bohen

Words

Words are just labels
-
Labels
You attach to images
Formed in your mind
-
Some people
Use many labels
But attach them to false images
-
Some people
Use few labels
But attach them to true images
-
Words are just labels
-
Truth
Relies not
On
How many labels
You have access to
-
But the quality
Of the images
You
Attach to them

-

Egal Bohen

Universal Screen

This place
In which we live
Is like a sea
-
Of
Photons
Prions
Protons
We don’t see
-
That pass right through us
Just as bullets
Through the air
-
Alas
Without
Us
Ever knowing
They are there
-
Without
The
Merest ruffle
Of our hair
-
We pass each day
Engrossed
And
Unaware
-
That the emptyness of space
Is but a dream
-
When in fact it is a soup
Though
All unseen
-
Of
Starlight
-
Travelling
At
The
Speed
Of
Light
-
Each particle
It’s signature so bright
-
Through
Exploding super-novas
To humble four leafed clovers
Flows this energetic stream
Forming structures
Within molecules
Flouncing
Through our follicles
These
Very
Special
Energies
Are gone before they’ve been
-
Curving back
At speed to space
There to support
Our daily dream
-
The photon fields
That form us
On the
Universal Screen


-

Egal Bohen

Supernatural

Supernatural
Unnatural
What do these words mean?
Here everything is natural
Even Man
and
All his schemes
-
Non -fiction
Science fiction
What do these words mean?
All here is fiction
Isn't life a scream
-
Surreal
Unreal
What do these words mean?
Everything is real
There are not any seams
-
Our world
Their world
What do these words mean?
We can believe
In places
That we have not
Seen
-
Aliens
Homo Sapiens
What do these words mean?
That life
is
Universal
[Perhaps big spaces in between]
-
Closed minds
Open minds
What do these words mean?
We suffer tunnel vision
Believing not our dreams
-
Blissfully
Ignorant
What do these words mean?
Things may be changing
-
Life is more
Than
It seems


-

Egal Bohen

D DAY - Normandy 1944

They are the empty places
-
They are the ragged bundles on the shore
-
Emptied of their love and all they saw
-
Converted into memories
-
Instantly
-
Not wanting to yet went
-
That was brave
-
No Game
-
No masquerade
-
They did not come home
-
So while there lives a memory
-
While there is an empty place
-
An unforgotten face
-
Leave them their dignity
-
Those who died
-
Seriously
-
Normandy
-
1944

_

Egal Bohen

Photo courtesy USA -CMH

[Written in remembrance of those who did not come home)

The Universe Fire

Same world same light
Turning smoothly
Day to night
-
Cruising Silent
Round the sun Since conception she has done
In the cold
And
Empty space
Within her skin
So very thin
Moves onward Planet Earth With grace
-Her atmosphere
Her saving face
-With sheer disdain
To hurl herself
Upon the seethingComet belts
Where meteors
Shall meet
Their death
Deep within
Earth’s Gaseous breath
-
Plunging
Onward
Cloud and Sea
Spinning round
So
Evenly
Inertia
That would make you scream
Her mass
so
Mighty
It will bring
-
Nightmares
To
Your Mind
-
Yet picture this and we will see
As far as we all tend to see
The truth of where we live
We are told
Upon our Earth So very old
-
Yet
Few of us have seen it so
Yet we believe
As if we know
-
So why then
Should we not believe
In
Other things
We do not see?-
For
Never to have gazed upon
A
Sphere
In orbit
Round a sun
-
That is no bar to truth
It seems
So why deny our origins
- Andromeda or Orions Belt
Where stars are born Planets
Melt
-Where atoms into atoms smash
Where elements form
In a flash
And chemistry
Is King
-
It is to this we should aspire
-Our
Heritage
-
The
Universe Fire
-
Remind ourselvesJust
What
We
Are
-
Created
From
-The
Stuff
of
Stars
-
Expand our minds
To the bigger place
Where we all began
-The
Human Race
-
---- ------ Outer Space ------ ---- _

Egal Bohen


Photo Credit NASA-Hubble -Orion -Crucible of Creation

Drumbeat

Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat

Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat

So the English went to war
-
Defending
Right
Where
Wrong
They saw
-
Brown Bess
The
Muskets
That they bore
-
Redcoats
Their
Name
-
Red coats
They
Wore
-
The world will never
Understand
-
The thinking of
An
Englishman
-
Who will always
Pick the under one
To stand astride
To shield
With gun
-
His
History
Wrote
-
His
Musket
And
His
Bright
Red coat
-
His language
o’er
The world
Now
Spoke

Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat

Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat

-

Egal Bohen

Particles

The Universe
is
Particles
-
From one source of creation
-
And
“Universe”
Includes us all
-
All in
Participation

_____

Interesting
Then
It is
To find
-
That
Science
In
It's study
-
Of those particles found
In
Planets
Stars
People
Cars
And
Money
-
Was
Interested
-
Not
So much
-
In
What
Those
Particles
Were
-
Nor
-
Of
Their
Every
Constituent
Part
-
They tried hard
To
Observe
-

But more
How
They behaved
Toward
Other particles
-
Parked
Close by
-
For
It seems
That this behaviour
-
Results in
You
And
I
-
So
I suggest
That if there is
One rule
That we should follow
-
It
Is
This

“Universal”
Sign

Which says:

'Bad
Behaviour'
Is
Iimmoral
-
If it’s good enough
For the particles
That bring us all
Together
-
Lets
Remember
-
The way that
-
We
-
Behave Ourselves
-
Is more important
-
Than just being clever

-

Egal Bohen


Photo courtesy of Hubble

Wanting Only

Every day
-
Of
Our
Existence
-
We
Deny
Our
Real self
-
Wanting
Only
To
Take part
-
In
That play
Which
Is
-
Our Life

_

Egal Bohen

My here is everything

(I really cannot recommend reading this - it makes your headache)


Where ere
I sit a’while
I’m
“here”
-
Until I move
To over
“there”
-
But when I’m
“there”
I’m “here” again

Another place
But the same name
-
But what are names
I am not
“there”
-
For where
I place my chair
Is
“here”
-
From where I look
To over
“there”
Is always
“
here”
-
And all things else
Are always
“there”
-
It seems that there
Are lots of
“there”s
-
Places I
May place my chair
-
Some of them
Are far away
So far I need
The night to stay
-
So far from
“here”
I left before
I can no longer see
For sure
-
Then I imagine
Over
“there”
-
From where I sit
“here”
On my chair
-
But that is not
The same to me
As seeing
“there”
While seeing me
-
Although I can
See many
“there”s
I only see a single
“here”
-
And as it moves
Around with me
I think perhaps
What I must see
In fact is what
The world
Must be:
-
Just the bit
I see from
“here”
-
From where I sit
Upon my chair
-
Just the bit
In front of me
-
That changes
-
Simple imagery
-
So does that mean
That all the
“there”s
-
Are really part
Of
“here”
With me
-
For that would mean
Imagined
“there”s
Are nothing more
Than
Memories
-
If then the
“there”s
-
Are
“here”
With me
-
Wherever
“here”
I choose to be
-
Wherever
“here”
May really be
-
My “here”
Is
Everything
-
You see
-
Deception
Called
Reality

_

Egal Bohen

Written

"here"

By me

What you know what you should say

When
You don’t want to speak
Its probably because
You don’t like
What you know
You
Should
Say

_

Egal Bohen

Trinity of Order

All
that
is

Was
will
be

All
that
was
was
is

All
that
will
be
Will
be
was

After
it
is
is

_

Egal Bohen

Wild Places

In
Wild places
Dwells my mind

-
To places distant

-
There to find
A peace
Not of mankind
-
Thoughts wander
Back and forth between
Though in a dream

-
Sweet solace to aspire to

-
From desk
To silent shade of far deep wood
or
Mountainside

-
To heathered hill
Where I have climbed

-
To gaze upon such places
Well denied
The clatter of our modern lives
-
To drink a draft
Of nature

-Stay alive

-
In peace with time

-

To think
On things that otherwise
I trample o’er
In my desire
Down there below
-
For such silence
Is much sweeter to my mind

-
When quiet contemplation
I would find
-
And so my soul does force along
My body tired
Exhausted on
To tramp the tracks
That climb and wind
Into the hills
That this old mind
Can lonely be

-
For just a while

-So it survive
This world of time

-
That it retains
Some sanity

-
To help
It
Understand

-
Reality
_


Egal Bohen

Leaf

Single

Leaf

On

A tree
-
Gold

As

November
-
Clings

Tenaciously

To

Life
-
So

Stubborn

In

The wind
-
Defiant

Of

Its time
-
Survivor
-
Affinity
-
Mankind

-

Egal Bohen

Pebbles Tidal

Tumbled
Churned
Arrayed
Displayed
Laid out
To glisten
On parade
To rest
A quest
That is denied
Sucked back
To grind
Each other
Down
Grated
Dragged
Then rolled
Around
Twice daily
They broadcast
Their sound
By movements
Of
Earth’s Oceans
Round
Hollowed
Contoured
Cream and brown
Pebbles tidal
Duly sorted
Mottled
Coloured
Wet then salted
On the shore
Laid out
-
Exhausted

-

Egal Bohen

Nowthen

That
Which in temporary state
Prevails
But for a second
Or
Its fraction
Midst this sea of mulitudous forms
Endures forever
-
Our minute lives
So small
Extended
Locked into Time
Preserved
Appended
Unseen
But there as in a dream
-
Times speed
Dictates
Our life
Our state
That frontier
That does not wait
We cannot go back
Through the gate
For all that is
Is on the Line
Unstoppable
Essential
Motion
Known
As
Time

-

Egal Bohen

Surreal

A leather dog
A clock of steel
It’s face turns round
Its hands can feel
-
A
Silver Knight
Without his legs
Driven about
By
Mechanical pegs
-
Stairs that turn
To take you
On
To the level where
You started from
-
Animals
That have strange heads
Flying tigers
Over the beds
Light
With no shadow
With no shade
Horizons
Here do not invade
-
People
Who can change their form
This place where there exists no norm
Places
Where the spoken word
Has meaning
Before it is heard
-
Where images
Communicate
And hold a message
We translate
-
If we will take the time
I think
-
It is surreal
Don’t scream
For though I feel
It is a dream
It is more real
I feel than real
-
This
Supraconscious
Catherine wheel
-
This dream
Surreal

-

Egal Bohen

Land of Midnight Sun

In
The land
Of
Midnight
Sun
-
Where from
Volcanoes
Ice
Doth run
-
Where time is not

-

And legs won’t run
-
There is
A silence

-
You have heard

-
More silent than the glide
Of ghostly bird

-
Before it
Stryke
Deep
In
The moonlit
Wood

-
At night

-
To carry far away
You
To your dreams
-
To places
You have never been
-
Where may be seen

-
Beneath
That incandescent
Light
of
Midnight Sun
-
In silence too
-
The colours of your life
-
All run together
-
Into
-
One

_



Egal Bohen

Ginger - or - In a medium outside our Time

I have seen
In quiet corners

-
Of long forgotten
Empty rooms

-
Faded memories
Of childhood
Warmth and laughter
In a winters afternoon
-
I have seen on evening walks
In summers honeysuckled lanes
Those who walked before
Beside us

-
Gone
Yet leaving
Images
Remembered

-
Loved ones
Names
-
I have seen pass
Right beside me
Through
The iron painted gates
That guard the park
The trees and branches
Where I once played

-
My old school mates
-
Within my mind
Their distant voices
Through mists
Of time
Call out again

-
Who was it
Shouted: 'See you later'?
Was it “Ginger”
In the rain

-
Running swiftly
Home

-
Late

-
To explain
-
His voice
Still lingers
Ever timeless
Echoing
Around my brain
-
Strange not
The leaves
Fall
From the branches
Of the trees
Within the park
-
Strange not
My hair
From Time
It's marches
Is now rendered
White
As snow
-
Stranger though
Those memories
Within us
Grow not old
As old
We grow
-
For they are data
Now recorded

-
In a medium
Outside
Our Time

-
By age
Completely
Disregarded

-
Trapped
Preserved
To wait
Untarnished

-
To be played
When they are needed

-
Memories

-
Of yours and mine
-
Egal Bohen

I know it's going to be hard for me to get wings........

If you believe in God
Surely you would want to know
How it began
Gods mighty plan
That we speak of but don’t understand
I mean faith
Does it have to be blind?
Do you think God
Really would mind?
If we asked a question or two
About how he made me and you?
-
Did God know everything then?
Before he invented men
Was the story of Man
Predicted too
Our heaven
Our hell
And all we would do
-
If so
Then what was the point
Why open a book
To read or begin
A story thats written
If it's already “Fin”
-
What did God really want
To do then
With Man?
Did he have
Or have not
A predicted plan
(Interested greatly in which I am)
-
And thinking of questions as I go along
If - God - made- life - all- in -one - go
Where did the information on life come from?
Perhaps we were something
He thought of
Me and you
On a day out to his local zoo
Or when singing a song
Walking home through the park
One evening in space
Long after dark
-
Thinking One (Adam)
And then Eve (Two)
A duet perhaps
Lifes song to improve
-
Did he prophesy then
As homeward he went
Back to his god-like grand tenement
Of Mans hates
His desires
All those things we do wrong
That long list of naughty things
(Sins like this song!)
To which man persistently
Addictively clings
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(I know, .........its going to be hard for me to get wings)
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It would seem then if man (the idea) was quite new
He was a concept of God
Perhaps well thought through
But Man........................m'mm
He could be an accident though
A product of life
A bit like a crow
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If that were the case
Could God ever have known
What Man was
When life started
What evolution would clone?
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Or perhaps when God
Began his great plan
(You know what I mean the story of Man)
God used an idea from his memory store
Possibly
From a play
He'd seen somewhere before
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But then if he knew
How man would behave
How all planet earth
Man would come to invade
Before it all started
(I mean before mans life had begun)
If god knew what Man was like
He
Must have had one HELL of a dislike
For everything else under the sun!
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If you think
About then
In what we believe
It doesn't add up
To what we perceive
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Was Man planned?
Was he not?
Did God write the whole plot?
Or did he just boil up the stew?
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Those questions now spoken
My mind I’ll keep open
(For its hard to work out what is true!)
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But then
Having carried out
A Very
Very quick review
I don’t think myself
That he actually knew
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I mean I don't think that man
Was the whole of Gods plan
From creation
I think Man just grew
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I think it could be
God is life
As it began
Or
God is a beginning
From which Life sprang
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Life that is conscious
And was born to expand
Energy
Universe
Together
A Clan
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I think God is a part of ourselves
We don't know
That is growing
Wherever
His Universe flows
Whatever the case
The answers we’ll find
By questioning
Everything
Line after line
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The one thing
I am sure of
To know God
In our minds
If faith is required
It need not
Be blind

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Egal Bohen