About iPoem

Stream of conspicuous poetry.

Now Is The New Now

For over a decade, iPoem’s Blog – Now is the New Now: was the official blog of ‘CAT CATALYST’ featuring unique and original esoteric, ecofeminist and didactic poetry, with many titles published in pamphlets, anthologies and poetry journals. Now the best of iPoem’s Blog is a comprehensive book presenting 80 of the most important titles as an epistolary novel comprised of modern verse. Via a combination of real and fictional interwoven auto-ethnographic memories ‘Now is the New Now’ serves as both a methodology for thought optimisation and as an infrastructure to challenge binary thinking, whilst simultaneously attempting to remove the blocks to an awareness of Love’s Presence. Available from 12th November 2021 from: Barnes & Noble® and Amazon UK. For more info please visit HERE.

✩ Kaleidoscope Memories

From the NEW BOOK: iPoem’s Blog (1988 – 2021) out NOW!
One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide

Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide

While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial

And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal

Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries

Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies

Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines

Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction

Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation

From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation

From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration

Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation

Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago

Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders

Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories

Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake

Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed

By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed

With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future...

This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media

Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth

Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey

Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants

And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable

As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source

Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.

Updated: 29/02/2020

iPoem Ltd © 2021

✩ Heart-Supported Mind

Twilight is the inky blue-black, steely-cool lens of the logical mind

The rational left-hemisphere that’s always asking: Who? What? Where? When? And Why?

Generally, over-focusing 24-7 upon all the little things one should have said, or could have done

Inner-narratives on constant rewind, sometimes for years, decades or even lifetimes

Retrospective key frames in ones timeline robbed of fun

Completely oblivious or unaware, that one was born with a Right-Hemisphere

Offering an additional lens of self-compassion, via heart-supported mind

Like a prism of decision-making processes that are mutually beneficent and kind

Via a hemispherical union, of left and right, both online at the same time

Co-operating as a ‘Whole Mind’

Balancing the polarity of individuation via an authentic heart connection:

With each other, the natural world, the cosmos and ‘The All There Is’

As a direct extension of Source-Energy, each of us, a little piece of Primordial-Qi

A metaphysical integration, providing meaning, purpose and Inner-Peace

Awakening ones third-eye, that can scry a previously unknown spectrum

Discover a parallel dimension

Refracting the piercing white light of inner-sight

The other side of the Rainbow crescent moon…

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© iPL 2018

Heart-Supported Mind has been acquired by the Wellcome Library in London.

✩September in the Park

I place two shiny new conkers in your hands

Commenting on how many leaves are gathering now under the trees, fallen to the ground

We count the grazing geese upon the green, (there’s more than fifty!)

And remark upon a fearless squirrel darting across our path with boundless energy

I let down our ponytails so we can feel the Autumn breeze in our hair

With the sound of the fountain spray upon the lake in the air

We stop to say ‘Hello‘ to a majestic white swan upon the pond who holds its neck so proudly

And over the hump back bridge we say ‘Hi’ to a crow changing branches in a tree

Whose slick black feathers shine iridescently

Then we see two little girls chasing each other around a playground

They laugh and shout: ‘you can’t catch me, you can’t catch me…’

On the way back we wave at our reflections in the window and pause briefly

Before I comb and braid your hair into a plait so very neatly

with love from Cat & Pat

✩ Liberty Moon

Capture By Hollywood Made Liberty Moon Fringe T-Shirt

Capture By Hollywood Made Liberty Moon Fringe T-Shirt

There’s still a lot of pressure from society upon women

The kind that prevents her from becoming 

Anything more than a ‘second-class citizen’ 

More than ‘the procurer of the genetic-lineage, in procreative-service’

More than a glamorous profile picture, wall-paper, calendar, screen-saver, accessory

More than carer, cook, au pair, affair, or nanny

Often the weight of relationship-responsibility 

Prevents one from fulfilling ones true-vocational destiny 

From uncovering that hidden, latent potential, deep within every individual

Denies the opportunity to discover and follow what that actually might be? 

And so it can become a bit-of-a-struggle

To balance relationship, kids, career, leisure, pleasure, ambition, and maybe also survival

Perhaps also a battle to fight for ones right to an education if ones family

Is not well-off, supportive or stable

Maybe one lives in or is from a Muslim or third world country?

Where one may suddenly find oneself given away as a child, or teenage bride

By ones own family

And so modern-day opportunities are put aside

Instead centuries of tradition, dogma, stigma or religious-doctrine

Is thrust upon, prevented from:

Falling in Love’ and following ones heart, for example

Limited by having ones life-path or life-partner pre-chosen

Designed to promote subservience, to know ones place, and fit in

Rather than being able to feel: ‘secure within ones own-skin

Through empowerment, bliss, and freedom

Disallowed from making ones own wrong-choices too

On the experiential path of self-knowledge, growth and understanding

From maturing, growing out of old illusions in ones own time, gracefully

For even now, in-this-day-and-age, there still persists a super-massive infringement of personal-Liberty

Even from other women 

 

Relief Outlet

The Windup Girl by xanderhyde on Deviant Art

The Windup Girl
by xanderhyde on Deviant Art

All women at some point in their lives, whether married or single

Appear to have experienced some form of ‘enforced sexual servitude’ and is a fundamental

Feminist observation, that her body is already pre-appropriated for a specific purpose or task, a political pawn:

Necessary to replenish the population / army / work force / state procreation

And / or The Pleasure Principal: a distraction from critical debate and moral reflection

Q: Should bodies or relationships be controlled, choices contrived, towards an engineered trajectory?

Q: Is free love really free?

A multiplicity of sexual transgressions pushing the boundaries of accepted normality

Expanding the regulated range of the consumer market-bubble

That excludes personal liberty

Blind eyes are turned, just so long as its profitable

While the public are force-fed a highly controlled diet of fictional imagery

A daily bombardment providing a carefully manufactured façade of illusion, presented as usual

A manipulation of things being done a certain way, lulled into a false sense of insecurity and self-rejection

As one attempts to dismantle the edifice of patriarchal tradition

Where the sacred feminine has been completely erased from the narrative of Creation

Side-effects of conformity, a consumer-centred despotism fraught with hidden murky undertones

Where the misuse of power over women’s bodies is a prerequisite for their appropriation

As a relief-outlet, a regular quick-fix from suppressed, repressed emotions

Of rib-less culture-struggles driven by the machine-of-desire and consumerism

Overloaded with sensationalist titillation

Where the sanctity of love, unity and connection are forsaken

Bent, misshapen and stretched beyond all limits and tantric recognition

The curious behavioural-antics of a post-millennial age of narcissism

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Inspired by Monique Wittig and Jennifer Doyle

✩ Smart City

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Today’s ‘Smart City’ is where training and education

Stopped being about following one’s true vocation

And somehow became all about programming and conditioning

Schooled to become another brick in the wall

Another cog in the machine

Drilled in

From such an early age it’s now the New Religion

Where each new emerging generation

Shops til they drop, ’til they’re so far in debt

They become trapped in a prison

Of desire and consumerism

Seduced by strategic product placement and subliminal advertising

Victims of a society built upon capitalism

No escape! Do not pass ‘Go’! Do not collect ‘£200’!

Do not buy a Hotel, (let alone ones own house)

In fact go straight to Jail!

Caged like a wild animal in a Zoo

That ate the bait

Who swallowed the smart-sim pill

Herded along

With all the other “must do’s and should have done’s”

On the road to ‘Blandsville‘ in downtown ‘Homogenisation

Complete abdication

Of one’s ability to think for ones-self

From womb to tomb and into total annihilation…

✩ Window

Inner City Sanctuary

I used to waste time wishing for a different view

Through my bedroom window

Disillusioned with the urban vista

Hours spent sky-watching

For patches of blue

Behind clouds passing

Through the hessian weave

Of blinds swaying in the breeze

Tracing the trails of planes traversing

Over slate rooftops, chimney-stacks and pots

And higgledy-piggledy aerials

Somewhere a blackbird is singing eloquently as magpies chatter

And magically the wailing sirens momentarily fade

Along with the whir of helicopters

The horn of the non-stop train

And the roar of aeroplanes

Their sound bites recede, subside

Absorbed, into the humming soup of the city’s low rumble

Where the call of a crow is more profound

And so now I give thanks for my slice of the city

My home here has become

A place in the world where I belong

And no place in the world would I rather be

Finally I found my sanctuary

It was here all along

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✩ Holiness of the Heart | La Sainteté du Cœur | Santidad para del Corazón | La Sacralità Del Cuore

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FEATURED in the NEW BOOK: Now Is The New Now COMING SOON!

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Holiness of the Heart written and directed by Cat Catalyst

La Sainteté du Cœur translation by Yacine Himour

Santidad para del Corazón translation by Olga Navarro Romero

La Sacralità Del Cuore translation by Gabriele Adragma and Maria Sabrina Scassa
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Yes! There is a holiness, to the heart’s affections
Oui, il y a une sainteté pour l’affection du cœur
¡Sí! Existe una santidad para los afectos del corazón
Si! Esiste una sacralità per gli affetti del cuore

When one is moved in purity and truth, to love another
Lorsqu’une personne est touchée par la pureté et la sincérité de l’autre
Cuando alguien se muda en pureza y en verdad al amar al otro
Quando si èmossi dalla purezza e dalla veritá, ad amare un altro

Or rather there ought to be a holiness
Où plutôt qu’il devrait être une sainteté
O más bien debería ser una santidad
O piuttosto dovrebbe esserci una sacraltá

A recognition of the Divine
Une reconnaissance du Divin
Un reconocimiento de lo Divino
Una consapevolezza Divina

An acknowledgment of the ‘spirit of creation’
Une reconnaissance de l’esprit de création
Un conocimiento del “espíritu de la creación”
Una riconoscimento dello ‘spirit della creazione’

A healthy respect for the holy union
Un sain respect pour l’union sacrée
Un sano respeto por la unión sagrada
Un sano rispetto per l‘unione sacra

Of two souls captured
De deux âmes capturées
O dos almas capturadas
Di due anime catturate

With a mutual affection and bound
Avec une affection partagée et liée
Con mutuo afecto y en comunión
Da un legame reciproco e stretto

Without self consciousness to express
Sans conscience de soi à exprimer
Sin conciencia de sí mismo
Senza nessun imbarazzo

Such a delight of relatedness
Tel une joie apparentée
Tanta delicia compartida
Con cosi tanto piacere nell’appartenenza

It is still so wonderfully innocent
Cela est pourtant d’une innocence merveilleuse
Es aún bellamente inocente
È cosi meravigliosamente innocente

In an age where innocence is rapidly being obliterated by progress
Dans une ère où l’innocence est furtivement éradiquée par le progrès
En una era donde la inocencia es súbitamente arrasada por el progreso
In un epoca dove l’innocenza è rapidamente sradicata dal progresso

In a world where nothing is sacred (anymore)
Dans un monde où plus rien n’est sacré
En un mundo donde nada es sagrado (nunca más)
In un mundo dove più niente è sacro (non più)

And vulnerability is seen as an opportunity for exploitation
Et la vulnérabilité est perçue comme une opportunité à l’exploitation
Y la vulnerabilidad es expuesta como una oportunidad para la explotación
E la vulnerabilitàè percepita come un opportunità di sfruttamento

The heart’s affections then, must surely be the most sacred
Alors, les affections du cœur doivent être les plus sacrées
Los afectos del corazón entonces, deben seguramente ser lo más sagrado
Gli affetti del cuore devono essere quanto di più sacro

In a world where nothing else is
Dans un monde où rien n’est plus
En un mundo donde nada es
In un mondo dove più niente lo è

And are to be honoured, respected and heard
Et se doivent d’être honorées, respectées et entendues
Y se debe ser honesto, respetuoso y comprendido
E devono essere onorati, rispettati e sentiti

For in listening to the inner whisperings of one’s heart
En écoutant les intimes chuchotements du cœur
Escuchando los íntimos susurros del corazón
Ascoltando gli intimi sussurri del cuore

One may learn something more valuable and precious than gold…
On peut apprendre quelque chose de plus valeureux et précieux que l’or
Uno puede aprender algo más valioso y precioso
Si può imparare 
qualcosa di molto più prezioso dell’oro

For to evolve through Love
Pour évoluer à travers l’amour
Para evolucionar a través del amor
Per evolversi attraverso l’amore

Is the greatest spiritual teaching on Earth
C’est la plus grande philosophie sur terre
Es el mayor aprendizaje espiritual sobre la Tierra
È il più grande insegnamento sulla terra

To which one may aspire
A laquelle chacun devrait aspirer
Por el cual todos podrían inspirarse
Al quale tutti potrebbero inspirarsi

From personal through transpersonal
Du personnel au transpersonnel
Desde lo personal a través de lo transpersonal
Dal personale al transpersonale

To unconditional and universal
De l’inconditionnel et de l’universel
Hasta lo incondicional y universal
Fino all’ incondizionale ed universale 

Emanating like the sun
Qui émane tel un soleil
Emanando como el sol
Emanando come il sole 

Fostering life where previously there was none
Cultivant une vie où il n’y avait rien
Cultivando una vida donde previamente no hubo nada
Coltivando una vita dove prima non vi era nulla

An illumination of the soul
Une illumination de l’âme
Una iluminación del alma
Un’ illuminazione dell’ anima 

A massive deposit in the karmic bank account of destiny
Un immense dépôt dans le compte en banque du karma de la destinée
Un descomunal depósito en la cuenta bancaria del karma del destino
Un’ incommensurabile versamento karmico nel conto in banca del destino

A lifetime investment that can never depreciate, even into the afterlife
C’est un investissement de toute une vie qui ne peut jamais déprécier même dans l’au-delà.
Una inversión que no puede nunca despreciarse, incluso después de vivir
Un investimento di vita che non si svaluterà mai neanche dopo di essa

The true role of love is to uplift and inspire
Le véritable rôle de l’amour est d’élever et d’inspirer
El verdadero papel del amor es elevarse e inspirarse
Il vero ruolo dell’amore è di elevare ed inspirare

Infectious like a smile
Infectieux tel un sourire
Infeccioso como una sonrisa
Contagioso come un sorriso 

Like a virus of giggles
Tel un virus de gloussement
Contagioso como un virus de la risa
Come un virus della risata

Like a sweeping epidemic of laughter and joy
Tel une déferlante d’épidémie de joie et de rire
Como una expansión epidémica de la risa y el júbilo
Come un’epidemia di gioia e risa

A conscious choice everyday
Un choix conscient de tous les jours
Una consciente elección de cada día
Una scelta giornaliera consciente 

There really is only One way forwards
Il n’existe vraiment qu’une voie pour avancer
Hay realmente un único camino para avanzar
C’e’ soltanto un ‘unica via peravanzare 

Everything else, is resistance…
Après tout c’est de résister
Todo es resistencia …
Tutt oil resto é resistenza

French Version:
French translation by Yacine Himour

Rogue Memory

 

Nana and Poppa 1930ish

I thought I heard your voice call my name

The way I’d heard you call it

A thousand times before

Your cheerful intonation

Always reassuringly the same

But it was an echo of a ghost past, a rogue memory

For you were no where near, nor have you been

A part of my waking life for quite some considerable time unseen

Since your untimely passing

But somehow for those few brief seconds

You were right beside me as if no years of accumulation had intervened

Somehow my subconscious resuscitated you back to life

Like a lucid dream

Unable to leave the sound of your ghost behind

Slices of another time

A dialogue with a parallel paradigm

 

Light My Fire

Joan Crawford and Clark Gable


I just can’t waste anymore time playing along


Buying into someone else’s half-cocked illusion


In the hope that one day they just might get me, and see


My inner-beauty shining so very brightly


So please just walk on by – Bye!


And don’t waste anymore of my precious time, or distract me


Cos I don’t wanna be the object of your desire


And I don’t care to be a muse for you to admire


And I’m not interested in your paranoid vanity


I just don’t give a tiny rats-ass 


What you, or anyone else thinks about me


I’d rather pass


‘Cos if something about me, makes you feel insecure


Then it’s just highlighting areas where you need to love yourself MORE!


So c’mon baby, hunny-bun, sweet-cheeks, sugar-plum


If you really wanna light my fire


Then the quickest way is to INSPIRE! 


Because I’m not interested in your insecurity


What I want is spiritual intelligence and emotional maturity


Is the only vaguely appealing, proactive way forwards for me


So don’t just TALK-the-talk, WALK-the-freaking-talk! You great big fluff-ball of a pussy!

Psychic Connection

Even now I can still feel when you’re thinking about me

After all this time, it beams in, slices through geographic space

Sometimes its like you’re right here in the room with me

Your thoughts are so strong

It’s even possible on occasion

That we may share the exact same memory

At the exact same time, synchronistically

A similar nostalgia, for something precious we once had

Now long gone, impossible to recreate…

We Are The Ark

Noahs Ark: Getty Images

How many people in the world

Do you know

Actually undertake to uphold

The Great Mother’s bidding

Secret agents, Angels-on-Earth

Who add spiritual meaning

Sowing the seeds, gentle reminders of positivity

And a call to one’s inherited co-curator’s duty

To care for our beautiful Planet Earth

And all that is alive and living

A responsibility that is impossible to shirk, inevitably

For the simple reason

We are the Ark! Spinning through time and space

Whereupon responsibility avoidance

Incurrs Karmic Dharma as spiritual growth and accountability are mandatory

For all members of the human race

Whilst one is here one must care for each other and one’s own, as thy self!

Or else refrain from multiplying in one’s own likeness

Lest one’s god/goddess status be revoked

For one’s off-spring are bonded to one’s soul from birth

A life-long DNA connection

And all people cross each other’s paths for a specific life-lesson / reason

Therefore the way forwards can only ever be Social Inclusion

As the birth rate climbs

Because the last time I looked the emperor still wasn’t wearing any god-damned clothes

Not recently, nor likely anytime soon for the foreseeable future, given the current trajectory

Prancing around like a ninny-nanny nincompoop on Twitter and in the media

Transparent like looking glass never breaking the Narcisus gaze

Who do you think you are? Mr. Wannabe Superstar

Quick! Get me out of ‘Number Ten‘, I’m a celebrity!

Before s/he makes a complete pig’s-ear, unsightly smear, out of the economy

Just another jackass, spineless dip-stick, Pinocchio-big-nose

Useless, clueless, unqualified, inexperienced waste-of-space

So come on, curl up those toes

And lets get down to the laid bare-naked truth, which is:

That none of the so-called party-political leaders out there

Can fool the nation’s public any long-er

That they actually give a tiny rat’s ass, or even vaguely care

About what the people really aspire, desire and deserve

Not in a squillion years

No, not even the minority 20%

So unless someone out there is gonna make a significant beneficial contribution

To the world’s environmental sustainability

Inc. supporting the elderly, the disabled, the uneducated, the unborn and the poor

Completely eliminating poverty

Off you snore, you infernal bore

We don’t need anymore million pound malls

Go and save the rain forests and do something useful

Instead of pimping your online profile

Like you should even be wasting time on social media

Away from rectifying the trail of wreckage you’ve already left behind

FYI: This isn’t post war Britain any more!

Full Size Noahs Arc Replica, Hong Kong

“Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah…it makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.” – Rumi

Noah’s Ark

✩CCTV

Banksy CCTV

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You want to be free

But there’s no way of knowing

In which direction

To keep on going

How to avoid

The Judas hawk eye

Heat seek and UV crystal ball scry

Search out the innocent and the paranoid

Tracking victim prey

Wrong place right time

For privacy parade invade

Telephoto panoramic satelite GPS/ IP

Digitally enhanced virtual spies

Who know your every move

Even before you decide

An ever expanding automated army

Of brothers in the sky

Strategically mounted

Perfectly positioned

To purposefully pry

Like flies

Pocket push button vigil

Giant fishbowl, inner third eye

Stakeout surveillance

Candy camera smile

Featured in a site specific project about surveillance on the EDF London Eye: CCTV video poem: https://youtu.be/u81BN0YKV8I

Full piece: https://youtu.be/ytxvxUYvtvg

✩Yesterday’s Tomorrows

Patient is the air

For inhalation is sweet

Thick with Summer’s warmth

Amber drenched moments

Remain encapsulated

As memories

Of happiness

Of innocent days

When time was allowed

To fluidly flow

Without urgency

Or guilt

See shadows playing

In shafts of sunlight

Illuminating the beauty

Of innocent smiles

Freckled noses

And crooked teeth

Yesterday’s tomorrows

Captured like ‘Box-Brownie’ memories

Distant thoughts

Recalled in sepia tone

Stored like spices

In air-tight jars