Biography of JJ Evendon
JJ Evendon Poems
Great sarsens stand silent, like warriors. Awaiting battle, awaiting orders. On the passing of the shortest night, they become sanctified with the coming of the new light.
I dived into the water only to find myself at the ceiling of great depth. There was no ground to stop my fall just a feeling of weightlessness.
Cheltenham Gold Cup
Horses gallop at a fast pace All wanting to win the prestigious race Black, brown and some grey For the gold cup is now under way
Things that are old In antique shops they are sold. From collectors books to long rusty window hooks.
I heard a funny story the other day about Penguins who nest close to the end of a runway. Living on a small island that is all rock with no sand, they are not use to seeing large planes come and land.
I am Divine Wind called 'Kamikaze'. My mission, to destroy any warship of the US Navy. I am my country's true war hero for I fly the impressive Japanese Zero.
An appliance of science is what I am. What I make, I love to see spread, with lots of jam. I have three slots and a basket in a metal frame. What pops in, pops out, never to be the same.
Today’s a special day and I’ve eagerly woken to the irresistible smell and sound of sizzling cooked bacon. Two slices of soft white bread thickly cut buttered with lots and lots of ketchup.
The Bungee Jump
(Highest bungee jump bridge, Bloukrans at 216M, S. Africa) Below a bridge a platform stands
If we could change the colour of the sky what would it be? Would it be one, not of colour, but of night? Or paint it the colours of a rainbow with a trick of light?
Oh help, my eyes are red and swollen, and I can’t see for something unpleasant has happened to me. In the mirror I saw to my surprise a horrible pair of red staring bulging eyes.
Seize The Day
When I listen to the news and what is said I hear nothing but conflict and scores of the dead. We always say 'Life is for living' so then, why so much killing?
Listen. Youtube: Miserere - Tallis Scholars
If we could change the colour of the sky
what would it be?
Would it be one, not of colour, but of night?
Or paint it the colours of a rainbow with a trick of light?
Have its colours changed by butterflies and the buzzing of bees
Whilst we serenely listen to the gentle whisper of a light breeze?
For this is one thing that will never fade or die
though to know would be to question why.
So until the stars disappear from above our heads