In this blog I wanted to share with you some of the poetry I’ve written over the years.
All Poetry by C Cleobury
“Who am I”?
Life is complicated, maybe sometimes twee.
Just three little words; “who am I”?
Yet so immense that at times when I think about it I can hardly breathe.
I get up in the morning and what you see before you is what you see now; a lithe grey cat lapping at her bowl of cream, purring between mouthfuls.
Not so very big, not impressive, nothing much at all really.
And yet – when I dream I see days of wonder, powerful teeth, strong limbs, padded feet with incredible claws.
I live in the stars and run with the moon!
So I say again; “who am I”?
I know! I’ll let you answer that question……….
Written in 2007
Hunny Bee
I am a little Hunny Bee, a bizzy with my day.
Hunting pollen here and there, to build my home away.
I am a little Hunny Bee, flitting to and fro.
No time to stop, so much to do.
The day just seems to go.
Written in 2000
The Laughing Buddha
Ho! Ho! The happy Buddha, round and jolly, feeling free.
Epitome of blissfulness, staring back at me.
“Look at me”, says his presence, “feel my mirth and see my glee.
Life is not so bad”, he says. “Lighten your load and follow me.
Put down that heavy baggage, that burden that does no good.
Marvel at the little things and notice all the good.
Laugh as if you mean it, then watch your cares dismissed.
Feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, from merriment. Notice this!
Make your heart sing songs of wonder and your voice sing songs of praise.
For your life is full of miracles, special moments, special days; and all it takes is time to look to lift the fog of gloom.
Look at me. I’m happy just sitting here in your living room.
I’m big and round and jolly, my life is free from woe, because I choose to see the good that’s buried far below.
I laugh and cry and laugh again, because merriment you see is the cure-all for everything.
So come on now laugh with me!”
Written in 2000
On The Wings Of Love
In those times of darkness when light seems to be left behind; those shadows that are falling are just memories of the mind.
Those busy times that hold you, that lack of seeming care are nothing more than day dreams – the light is really there!
The light is shining brightly with warmth that holds you dear, pouring golden love into your heart to wipe away your tears.
The light that glows with brightness from deep within you lies and shines in quiet gentleness, that calms and stills the mind.
From that quiet solitude you see the stars shine bright: you know that wisdom is the key as you go within and shine your light.
From that place of stillness you find your greater good and get the help you so much need – from this place you are understood.
Life fills full of feathers with the colours that you love and creates the lightness of the wind that blows from up above.
Now from that path behind you wings begin to fly and lift you free from trouble on the breath of a lullaby.
Written 2011

The birth of a Planet
Rock of ages
Ancient memories locked in solid stone
Born of ancient stars and star-dust
Born of ancient planets
Born of Ancestors
Oldest of old times
Creating a solidifying of all Cosmic alignment, becoming the Earth – a conscious planet able to birth life in all its diversity from the Oneness of Source.
Old – ancient – growing!
The world turns and we turn with her, we are the ultimate of her being.
A flower of light – a ray of hope – a distant star
We are the thing that she has imagined in her lightest moment. A rising deep within her chest, her bosom, her love, her heart – she who speaks all words – sings all tunes.
She who raises in the dark to seek the light and from the light into the dark, she blooms – creating a rainbow of colours shining brightly just like the twinkling of stars in the night sky.
She is the awakening, the dawning, the yearning, the longing to be home once more. A vibration calling in your dreams to go deep, to go within – for home is deep within her heart, within the soil, within the Earth. Memories locked in stone, touch and be awakened!
The ancient wellspring of our being spans all time, where time does not exist and flow is the miracle of life, in waves and arcs and poetry in motion – moving fluctuating bending and weave.
We are alive and exist because she breaths this wisdom deep into our being and we flow deeply as a conscious mist.
Like the clouds we move, change and re-shape ourselves, enveloping and twisting in all life.
Feel the power of this light roaring through your body, pumping the lifeblood through your veins.
Written 2012
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