Bernard Pearson
@bernp.bsky.social
Poet, novelist, Reviewer, published in over one hundred and fifty journals magazines, including Wild Court, The York Literary Review, Aesthetica Magazine . Husband, father, hankering after peace in a protected planet www.abookatberntime.uk
The Hindu Buddhist tradition which being mystically aware, can see beyond personality to ultimate reality
Summons to life by Martin Israel
Summons to life by Martin Israel
November 11, 2025 at 4:04 PM
The Hindu Buddhist tradition which being mystically aware, can see beyond personality to ultimate reality
Summons to life by Martin Israel
Summons to life by Martin Israel
In hearts truth I declare
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
November 11, 2025 at 3:57 PM
In hearts truth I declare
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
Inside Job
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
November 11, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Inside Job
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
I took my mouse to the vets as it was losing weight
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
November 10, 2025 at 8:12 PM
I took my mouse to the vets as it was losing weight
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
Kincora
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
November 10, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Kincora
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
With my fellow writers www.leafbyleafpress.com at The Willow Gallery in Oswestry we had a great day met lots of lovely people and sold a record number of books
November 8, 2025 at 4:34 PM
With my fellow writers www.leafbyleafpress.com at The Willow Gallery in Oswestry we had a great day met lots of lovely people and sold a record number of books
With the death of James Watson it is good moment perhaps to be reminded that brilliant minds don't necessarily stop men from being stupid and wrong headed about some things
November 8, 2025 at 8:30 AM
With the death of James Watson it is good moment perhaps to be reminded that brilliant minds don't necessarily stop men from being stupid and wrong headed about some things
Reposted by Bernard Pearson
PLEASE REPOST: a couple of bar staff urgently needed for shifts in Stratford tomorrow - it's a West Ham home game and I've had staff drop out so you can borderline name your price
November 7, 2025 at 3:34 PM
PLEASE REPOST: a couple of bar staff urgently needed for shifts in Stratford tomorrow - it's a West Ham home game and I've had staff drop out so you can borderline name your price
I have been asked to find a possible publisher for the memoir of a survivor from a private care provider. His experience is both horrendous and in the end inspirational any thoughts could you message me
November 7, 2025 at 10:34 AM
I have been asked to find a possible publisher for the memoir of a survivor from a private care provider. His experience is both horrendous and in the end inspirational any thoughts could you message me
I write poetry mainly because poetry rights me
November 7, 2025 at 8:07 AM
I write poetry mainly because poetry rights me
Big thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors
A Bad Night
The now-ghoul
glint of
lost eyes
summons up
Blind janus
In the odd motel
Of my head
shade slaver,
Unresting fatal spring,
A choke of snowdrops
Under a winding sheet of winter.
A Bad Night
The now-ghoul
glint of
lost eyes
summons up
Blind janus
In the odd motel
Of my head
shade slaver,
Unresting fatal spring,
A choke of snowdrops
Under a winding sheet of winter.
November 7, 2025 at 7:40 AM
Big thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors
A Bad Night
The now-ghoul
glint of
lost eyes
summons up
Blind janus
In the odd motel
Of my head
shade slaver,
Unresting fatal spring,
A choke of snowdrops
Under a winding sheet of winter.
A Bad Night
The now-ghoul
glint of
lost eyes
summons up
Blind janus
In the odd motel
Of my head
shade slaver,
Unresting fatal spring,
A choke of snowdrops
Under a winding sheet of winter.
Tender Plants
There is a residue
In every human heart
Of all the people
That they have loved
And that have cared for them
For we are like a rose
Which blooms
When it draws up that love
As water through a stem.
© Bernard Pearson
First published in Write Now
There is a residue
In every human heart
Of all the people
That they have loved
And that have cared for them
For we are like a rose
Which blooms
When it draws up that love
As water through a stem.
© Bernard Pearson
First published in Write Now
November 6, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Tender Plants
There is a residue
In every human heart
Of all the people
That they have loved
And that have cared for them
For we are like a rose
Which blooms
When it draws up that love
As water through a stem.
© Bernard Pearson
First published in Write Now
There is a residue
In every human heart
Of all the people
That they have loved
And that have cared for them
For we are like a rose
Which blooms
When it draws up that love
As water through a stem.
© Bernard Pearson
First published in Write Now
Films for Bonfire night 'The Great Catesby'
November 5, 2025 at 7:11 PM
Films for Bonfire night 'The Great Catesby'
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps ..... Congratulations on your new mayor New York!
November 5, 2025 at 11:47 AM
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps ..... Congratulations on your new mayor New York!
From ' In Free Fall' my selected poems published by www.leafbyleafpress.com
November 5, 2025 at 8:13 AM
From ' In Free Fall' my selected poems published by www.leafbyleafpress.com
Reposted by Bernard Pearson
Pope Leo is not mincing words about the “grave crimes” being committed against migrants in certain places.
It’s no wonder the Vatican took a full week to publish this speech in English.
But now they have, and we can spread the message.
(via @colleendulle on IG & the Inside the Vatican podcast)
It’s no wonder the Vatican took a full week to publish this speech in English.
But now they have, and we can spread the message.
(via @colleendulle on IG & the Inside the Vatican podcast)
November 4, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Pope Leo is not mincing words about the “grave crimes” being committed against migrants in certain places.
It’s no wonder the Vatican took a full week to publish this speech in English.
But now they have, and we can spread the message.
(via @colleendulle on IG & the Inside the Vatican podcast)
It’s no wonder the Vatican took a full week to publish this speech in English.
But now they have, and we can spread the message.
(via @colleendulle on IG & the Inside the Vatican podcast)
Reposted by Bernard Pearson
Christ, he is supernaturally good at this.
November 4, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Christ, he is supernaturally good at this.
Our town of Oswestry's great war poet was killed this day in 1918
November 4, 2025 at 9:23 AM
Our town of Oswestry's great war poet was killed this day in 1918
November Nocturne
The night is wild
And whispery with
Indiscretions.
The moon,
Next door
But one,
Looks down
Lune-lided
While the darks folds
Cake-like in upon itself.
© Bernard Pearson
The night is wild
And whispery with
Indiscretions.
The moon,
Next door
But one,
Looks down
Lune-lided
While the darks folds
Cake-like in upon itself.
© Bernard Pearson
November 3, 2025 at 7:33 PM
November Nocturne
The night is wild
And whispery with
Indiscretions.
The moon,
Next door
But one,
Looks down
Lune-lided
While the darks folds
Cake-like in upon itself.
© Bernard Pearson
The night is wild
And whispery with
Indiscretions.
The moon,
Next door
But one,
Looks down
Lune-lided
While the darks folds
Cake-like in upon itself.
© Bernard Pearson
Reposted by Bernard Pearson
