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Really chuffed to have my poem He Plays His Flamenco Guitar published on the Poetry in Surrey Libraries blog on 12th January, 2021. My thanks to editors J M. Gale and Neil Richards. https://npdsurrey.wordpress.com/2021/...-

HE PLAYS HIS FLAMENCO GUITAR by Strider Marcus Jones

Posted on January 12, 2021 by jmgale

Image by Edwin Valencia from Pixabay 

he plays his flamenco guitar
knowing who you are,
seducing his singer
to bring her
from bleak harbour masts
to his contrasts.
he knows the equations
of her close flirtations
and doesn’t judge her glances
for wanting what romance is-
vibrating in voices and strings
of fornicating feelings.
her prose photosynthesis
illuminates his
shades that colour mountains
and drops of wishes in mosaic fountains-
she loves the Picasso from his pen
and horse smell like Andalucian men
her reversed body senses
inside his defences-
as her sea wind
billows in his revealing
Avalon through the mist,
sweet loved, firm kissed.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, Australia, England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain, Germany; Serbia; India and Switzerland in numerous publications including: Dreich Magazine; The Racket Journal; Trouvaille Review; dyst Literary Journal; Impspired Magazine; Literary Yard Journal; Poppy Road Review; Cajun Mutt Press; Rusty Truck Magazine; Rye Whiskey Review; Deep Water Literary Journal; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; Panoplyzine Poetry Magazine; Dissident Voice.

Delighted to have my poem The Dance published online by Dissident Voice. My thanks to the editors.

The Dance

by Strider Marcus Jones / February 7th, 2021

pull the roof off
knock the walls down
touch the forest
climb those mountains
and smell the sea
again.

watch how life
decomposes
in death
going back to land
to reform and be reborn
as something and someone else.

there’s no great secret to it all.
no need to overthink it through

food and shelter
fire and shamans
clothes and coupling
used to be enough
with musicians
artists
and poets
interpreting the dance.

then warriors with armies
religions with god
and minds buying and selling
stole the landscape
and changed time.

smash the windows
break down the doors
melt the keys
rub evil words from their spells
and puncture the lungs of their wheels

before they kidnap you from bed
call you dissident
hold you without charge
wheel you out on a stretcher
from waterboard torture
for years
without trial
in Guantanamo Bay.

they are selling
the sanctuary
we made
with our numbers
bringing back chains
making some of us slaves
outside the dance
in the five coloured rings
making winners
and losers
holding flags and flames.

Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms. Read other articles by Strider Marcus.

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The Dance

Pleased to have my short poems Woken from the Deep and Life’s Truth published online in Whispers and Echoes Magazine on January 27th, 2021 and February 1st, 2021. My thanks to Editor Sammi Cox.

Woken From The Deep | Strider Marcus Jones

Posted on January 27, 2021by sammicoxwriter

In death we die, and go to lie,Beneath the ground, until we’re found,And passed aroundFrom museum to museum,Where people push and cry:“Move your head! We wanna see him.”Oh Ra. It’s no fun being a mummy-When you’re woken from the deep:So when they put the lights out,I’ll just go back to sleep.

Woken From The Deep | Strider Marcus Jones

Life’s Truth | Strider Marcus Jones

Posted on February 1, 2021by sammicoxwriter

Life’s a foaming cobbledStream of peoples lives,And loves a fragrant fantasyWe can’t deny:Strife’s a bitter apathyWe can’t escape,And war’s a grim realityWe choose to make.

Life’s Truth | Strider Marcus Jones

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms. https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/

His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, Australia, England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain, Germany; Serbia; India and Switzerland in numerous publications including: The Piker Press; Dreich Magazine; The Racket Journal; Trouvaille Review; dyst Literary Journal; Impspired Magazine; Literary Yard Journal; Poppy Road Review; Cajun Mutt Press; Rusty Truck Magazine; Rye Whiskey Review; Deep Water Literary Journal; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; Panoplyzine  Poetry Magazine; Dissident Voice.

Delighted to have 3 poems published in Impspired Magazine, Issue 9 on 1st February, 2021 along with some great poets. My thanks to brilliant editor Steve Cawte on this amazing magazine.

SUMMER WIND

you remind me of the rhythms in myself- no house to play to or the sound in someone else- that drives their dreams in simple scenes. your music, is the motion of the waves soul troubled too- by yesterdays, searching for a sigh that isn’t wrong to be its song. your meadow, is a harvest shimmering in light and hue, in summer wind, waiting, for a stranger passing through- to settle in its simmering. taste the rain and take it in you, long for it to come again- meanings grow when fates continue to reach for reasons, and remain. WHEN THE ROAD FORKS soft scented ring on straightened bow, the joy you bring inside me now- the candle burning, slowly down, the mirror showing more of you- arched back and shoulders golden brown, hips rock, hair tumbling too- as hope and passion rise and fall in symmetry and space, the perfect beauty of it all, enraptures face and place- and be it now, or beyond this, with gentle hands and loves soft kiss- to trace your smile and touch your thoughts, still, after this, when the road forks. ADUMBRATE LOVES SHALLOWS goddess of the moon fusion of light and shadow, come now, light my room- make darkness shrink and narrow. gravitate to me awake inside un-natural light, half written, half unknown i be eclipsed in doubt, but inward bright. bring your blooms to this fallow bed alone in fates sad stare, wrap me in your ethereal thread, to reset time and covet care. adumbrate loves shallows in my sanctum core, where the pastels fade and pallow without depth and shade on dwindling shore.Copyright Strider Marcus Jones Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, Australia, England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain, India and Switzerland in numerous publications including: Dreich Magazine; The Racket Journal; Trouvaille Review; dyst Literary Journal; Impspired Magazine; Literary Yard Journal; Poppy Road Review; Cajun Mutt Press; Rusty Truck Magazine; Rye Whiskey Review; Deep Water Literary Journal; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; Panoplyzine  Poetry Magazine; Dissident Voice.

Delighted to have my poem The Latitude of Love published in Dreich Magazine’s themed chapbook – Things to do with love. My thanks to brilliant editor Jack Caradoc.

THE LATITUDE OF LOVE

the latitude of love

paddles an imperial pedalo

in someone’s waters-

and i had to go

native in a foreign land

to understand

where my own backward blood

has brought us.

in the mosque

in the mihrab

in Cordoba,

no one is lost

as Christian and Arab

respect how they cross over.

inside:

the scallop shell,

with it’s white marble hood

and cathedral bell

above ancient wood,

keeps everyone equal and safe from hell-

but outside:

other forces blow the people and their pedalo.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. From his fourth book Wooded Windows.

Chuffed to have my short poem Metal Mania published in the January 2021 issue of First Literary Review-East. My thanks to editor Cindy Sostchen-Hochman.

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Metal Mania

Metal mania
In twisted sculpture;
Welded gods
With scornful eyes—
Inhabit the space of neon galleries
Amused by all the gossip and lies
Oozing from
In the know la de das
Who soak their boredom
In high-class bars.

                                                         —Strider Marcus Jones

Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate, and former civil servant from Salford, England, with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

Welcome to Lothlorien Poetry Journal founded by poet, editor and publisher Strider Marcus Jones. Submissions OPEN.

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1.  Submissions are always open and free.  Lothlorien Poetry Journalpublishes periodically throughout the year.
     * Poems:  Include 1-5 poems in the body of your email or attached as a word doc in font  Times New Roman 12-14 point, 150 lines or less. I also consider Haiku, Senyru and Tanka (minimum 5 each) and video poetry readings. Title your submission – eg. Poetry Submission by John Smith and  send to LothlorienPoetryJournal@outlook.com. Also include a brief bio of 200 words or less and your photo.
OR
     * Flash Fiction: Include 1 flash fiction piece, no more than 1000 words in the body of your email or attached as a word doc in font Times New Roman 12-14 point. Title your submission – eg. Flash Fiction Submission by John Smith and send to LothlorienPoetryJournal@outlook.com. Also include a brief bio of 200 words or less and your photo.
* DO NOT SEND POEMS AND FLASH FICTION AT THE SAME TIME.

2.  We prefer unpublished poetry/flash fiction but will consider previously published work if the publishing rights have reverted back to you as author and you credit the original publisher. Do not send simultaneous submissions.
3.  If published, please wait two weeks before submitting again.  If your submission is rejected, please wait one month before submitting again.

4.  Failure to follow these simple guidelines will ensure that your submission is immediately deleted.  I have many submissions to read through and do not have the time to reply to someone and explain why I can’t accept their submission.
5.  Lothlorien Poetry Journal acquires exclusive one-time online/electronic and print rights to publish poetry and to maintain archives that contain current material.  After publication, all rights revert to the author.  If the work should be published in the future, Lothlorien Poetry Journalasks only for credit.
6.  All works will be published on a rolling basis.  Expect a wait time of 2-4 weeks for a response.
7) Unfortunately, at this time, we are unable to pay our contributors but we will promote the work we publish on Facebook and Twitter. We hope to see your poems soon.
8) Lothlorien Poetry Journal publishes periodically, 2 or 3 issues every year, so every 6 or 4 months. Contributors to each issue ( selected from the best work published on the Journal’s Blog ) will be notified prior to publication and will receive a free word doc copy of the issue that features their work. A print and E-book version of each issue will be available to purchase on Amazon Books and Lulu.com.
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Delighted to have 3 poems published in Literary Yard e-Journal on December 31st, 2020. My thanks to the editors.

‘We move the wheel’ and other poems by Strider Marcus Jones




‘We move the wheel’ and other poems by Strider Marcus Jones

BY AUTHOR ON DECEMBER 31, 2020 • ( 1 COMMENT )

By: Strider Marcus Jones

WE MOVE THE WHEEL

we move the wheel
that turns through each mistake,
giving motion
to the roles we chime
until both trickle out of time
like brittle steel
that rusts and breaks
into lapsed devotion.

less, or more,
you imagined it was sure
sharing the road
with you,
treading under dark, grey and blue
sky, wondering where it went going
to unfold
in fates wind blowing
fondling your full face
to some top-to-bottom place.

we have moved the wheel,
only to reveal
our high Metropolis
is still the same Acropolis
of extremes and obscenes
spreading gangrenous genes.

we have separated Dream from Time
and live in mirages
like Bacchus and Libera
duped in an era
condoning crime,
altering the images
of it’s illustrious self
stealing the wealth
of massed, divided synergies.

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THE HERMIT

off rink
i think
and sit
like a hermit
but time
isn’t mine
to design.
the images erased
from memory in this cave
reverses the lathe
of shaped corruption
to avoid self destruction.
to an unseen, individual,
prime residual
unlit spark in the integral
strum of strings
that turns in revolutions rings,
the equal hands on the cosmic clock,
plays rhythms we know
but have forgot,
neither quick or slow,
but just so, with natures tow.
this solitary Eden,
paradise without our seed in
beneath the clouds of atmosphere,
alters with us here
overthrowing Older Orders without consent
in the deafening, silent firmament
and near
in conditioned fear.

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I WANT TO BEND TIME

I want more time
To ponder life,
For understanding
In the cosmic soup.
I want to bend time
To travel backwards and forwards,
To see what was and what will be
To fathom actions and consequences.
I want to unmould time
From how we shape it,
To be free of it
Unchained to think.
I want to teleport
To the past and now and on from here,
Faster than light
In the nothingness it takes to make a thought:
To find the answer-
To where we come from
To who we are
To why we are here
And where we are going
To be free from time.

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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

Thrilled to have my poem Fallen Lintels published in Oddball Magazine on January 6th, 2021. My thanks to editor Chad Parenteau and photographer Jennifer Matthews.

Poem by Strider Marcus Jones

By Chad Parenteau|January 6th, 2021|Authors and Artists|0 Comments

Photography © Jennifer Matthews

Fallen Lintels

it was summertime
with flowers colouring the pantomime
in feudal fields
as i walked on flat wheels
with your humming bird in my head
from the tropical warm of your bed-
where we bent the grass again
and made the rain
that doesn’t come from clouds
dampen skin rumpled shrouds.

i watched your beauty glisten sweetly
while i held you like Bernini
before you went to work
flaked in bark of silver birch
naked chalice south
and siren priestess mouth
of pagan church.

you were converting fussy ghosts
and their sullen hosts
from bribed tribes
walking past without guides-
some, so inverted and duped
like shades with every ethic stooped
labouring like quislings
under Darwinist siblings-
slowly drifting back to druid stones
that serve us more than glorious domes,
more equal in each equinox
of chaos turning natures clock.

i know, i ramble for reasons
to make sense of changing seasons-
and find none
where i am one-
only fallen lintels on the floor
like broken words that speak no more
at sunrise and sunset
remembering what we forget.

Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between forests, mountains, cities and coasts playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude.

Poet/Photographer Jennifer Matthews’ poetry has been published in Nepal by Pen Himalaya and locally by the Wilderness Retreat Writers Organization, Midway Journal, The Somerville Times, Ibbetson Street Press and Boston Girl Guide. Jennifer was nominated for a poetry award by the Cambridge Arts Council for her book of Poetry Fairy Tales and Misdemeanors. Her songs have been released nationally and internationally and her photography has been used as covers for a number of Ibbetson Street Press poetry books and has been exhibited at The Middle East Restaurant, 1369 Coffeehouses, Sound Bites Restaurant in Somerville and McLean Hospital.

Lovely to have my poem Composers and Mistakes published in Nymphs Literary Journal on January 4th, 2020. My thanks to editor Julia Retkova.

https://nymphspublications.com/new-blog/composers-and-mistakes-by-strider-marcus-jones

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‘Composers and Mistakes’ by Strider Marcus Jones

when I see the evening,

with it’s ordinary sounds and shapes

so full of unbelieving

composers and mistakes

coming in-

something wakes,

and I begin.

what I can’t affect

is getting colder

as I grow older,

retreating inside-

I could be your wreck

if I was bolder

and called you over,

over this side-

through the honeysuckle arch of midnight,

moon like a lid bright

shield in the sky;

on the grass

where footsteps last

in this light-

making a cast

where you walked by.

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

January 4, 2021