Peter Volkofsky | Author & Life Coach

Peter Volkofsky is an author, spoken word poet and life coach. In 2017, Peter published his thriller Mia's Magic Wand. In 2015 he published Beautiful Quest as an Ark House imprint. Peter has been married to his wife Penelope for thirty-three years and together they have reared seven children.

Catalytic (cat•a•lyt•ic)

(adj.) a process that precipitates an event

The Vision

Individuals and teams reaching their goals.

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Loved

Our family c. 1964/5

The day is done, the night has come
Our home no longer in the sun.
So quiet and still, the body fades and folds
Sweet as that old brown river's black soil plains.
We slept—we did—on hot summer nights
And talked and stirred the coals and looked and knew
We were loved, so loved.

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Wedlocked

Joy

On a green hill we joined our son
With a princess
Around flames of burning/turning bright night.

Warm hearts on cold nights
We all need as the years go
And the tears.

Will they remember?
Will they take this?
Wedlocked!

Warm drink body/flesh
And let it be one/done
‘As it was in the beginning, and now
And always, to the ages of ages?’1

On a green hill with a princess
Around flames of burning/turning
We all need as the years go
And the tears.

Wedlocked!
On a green hill
We joined our son
With a princess
To the ages of ages.

1 The Gloria Patri (ancient Latin doxology)

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Heart of My Hearts

Heart of My Hearts

When stone blocks fall from the great grey sky
And the earth splits open in the heart of my hearts
And fire flows freely across the land.

I take a long drive and I don’t come back
Till the mother of love and the father of joy
The river of mud and the barking dogs
The laughing brothers with the shining eyes
And the old mountain tank with the clean white rock
—that rock.

Are rolling around in the heart of my hearts
And the deep blue flows through the back of my days
And makes me sing till the lights go out
Till the lights go out
Out.

The mother of love and the father of joy
The river of mud and the barking dogs
The laughing brothers with the shining eyes
The old mountain tank with the clean white rock
—that rock.

Rolling around in the heart of my hearts
The deep blue flows till the lights go out
In the heart of my hearts.

And fire flows freely in the river of mud
With the barking dogs
And the laughing brothers
And the shining eyes
Where the deep blue flows by the old mountain tank.

In the heart of my hearts
The deep blue flows.

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Love It All

Love it

The lips, the eyes and the hands are all parked
The feet asleep
The people that walked, now in sheds—counting sheep.

But lounges are ready to leap to life
Musical instruments waiting for strife
For humming and wife.

Just love these mornings of watery sun
Washing all over everyone
Making me small and happy to be — in quiet.

Before all awake and the lounges are full
Of movement and haste
And the ways of the whorl unfurl.

The days all return, the lounges are quiet
The feet away in their sheds
The lips, the eyes and the hands are in beds.

And it's all just love
Just love it all
Love it!

(Peter Volkofsky - Newcastle - Spring 2014)

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Imagine

 

Imagine

Quiet early morning birds talking—cool new day
Kitchen clock ticking—happy old floor boards
Far away friends—visiting laughing
Old friends close by—walking together grace
Wall paintings by daughters—singing daughters
Expensive guitar leaning—son's playing
Never before heard voice—new granddaughter not far away
Bedroom wife sleeping—child whisperer woman
Imagine that!