As I sit here hours milling away slowly, let me tell you a story of a blind man and his …
Poem: Blind
19 Saturday Sep 2015
Posted in Poetry
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Poem: Whole
04 Friday Sep 2015
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Do not let her cry alone, do not sing the blues do not call names in anger that consumes. She …
Poem: Carefree steps
26 Wednesday Aug 2015
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I tend to generally write a poem that fits a novel I’m writing, and this I usually do without realizing. Must be the fact that that story subconsciously stays in my mind.
Carefree Steps is something I wrote and rewrote couple of days ago and it’s supposed to fit the new spec Ebony & Frank. But something doesn’t feel right or sound right. (The flu has muddled my brains!!)
Would love an opinion or two on this if any one is game. 🙂
Carefree steps
Into the darkness
strays carefree steps,
the dying light
sleeps amongst the land of promises
by morrow, the light will bring everything
but home
which by and large you passed
an age ago.
Poem: Night grows deep
15 Saturday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry
So silent, the night grows deep,
deeper still lays something, watching
the pinprick glistens, ever so slightly
hidden behind a slivered space of the wooden paneling,
waiting, biding, enticed as you slip so comfortably into sleep.
As the night grows deep, beyond the walls
it breathes.
Biding.
With time, the night goes deep.
Poem: Ribbon
07 Sunday Jun 2015
Posted in Poetry
[The following poem is an exercise in working with writing prompts picked at random daily. Today’s prompts were crime genre and the line ‘a ribbon delicately tied around her neck’. The poem is for MATURE readers ONLY as it contains graphic imagery and violence and which by no means condones them.]
…ribbon adorns the pale canvas of her skin…
It wasn’t to be today, this day
the plan though still in progress
upon haphazard panic, betrayed.
…the contours of her body as she lay…
Was it fate, or a simple coincidence
that here we were
the quite hum of the day.
…those crystal clear eyes stare, steady, unflinching…
The clammy palms of mine give way
the pounding of my beats
the swelling emotions, swayed.
…the room awful quite as is she, still, compliant…
Why? I whisper. Look what you made me do?
I grip the handle tighter still,
against the warmth drips of red.
…the ribbon, and the stranger in his bed…
Fate or coincidence? He eyes get flash of blue and red.
[Prompts: ‘a ribbon delicately wrapped around her neck’, and genre Crime.]
Poem: Mused, amused.
19 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
Musing, amusing, where you are?
Been days, an age, you gone too far?
How is the journey, bumpy bars?
Across the meadow, is the land too far?
Briefly, some grief, hopped over,
now the time is bright, some even say right,
so come on now, why don’t you come over?
We will play once more the wordy war
feeble be the story no more.
Mused, amused, where you are?
Time’s a wasting, time’s awaiting
all for your whim, your glory.
Muse, my muse, why so weary?
It’s only pen and paper I carry.
(Going off the recent affinity to comic scripts, here’s a dip if the toe quite flamboyant indeed. You like? Any thoughts?)
Poem: Time
16 Thursday Apr 2015
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For you, I’d change the world,
back many moons, those unchained hay days
when we were young, not an ounce of weight
upon these slim shoulders weighed
nor a map for the road, just the sky as it were
dark, vast and sparkling
under whose influence we swayed
like young branches of now old trees
beside whom many a words were whispered
of promises and dreams dared for
despite the impossibility of mountains
out of mole hills
and dates that dissolved
a bit too soon for my liking
and there it was, that old age staring back
from the lined face for each lifetime I lived
in amongst the many stories told.
Time, how it changes worlds.
Poem: Ego
10 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
Eager little birdies
stronger than their wings
aim as high as the fiery sky
unbeknownst the dive deep.
Sugary treats, as sugary can be
can no longer hide the bitter deed
as long as life lived
there can be no sanctuary of peace.
So goes the past, the present and indeed
the future you and I shall claim to see
while no ounce of honesty lies
in the powers of flawed psyche.
Tempted creed, long gone the days
no innocence shall find ye
nor amongst the thorns and brambles
nor amongst the petals, no, no such thing.
Eager little birdies
with ill equipped wings.
Poem: Take my hand, lets leap
27 Friday Mar 2015
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am writing, cretive writing, inspirartion, poem, poet, Poetry, romance, romantic, sweet
Search and ye shall find! At least that’s been the case. Found another poem I don’t believe I’ve posted on the blog gathering dust in the ‘Note’ app on my phone. I must have written this early last year when I was pretty much spouting on average 3 poetry a day on here. Don’t know how this one slipped through the cracks. So here it is, for those who are romantically inclined but hate to admit it. From me, to you. Share it around.
I also wouldn’t mind you share around a link to my short film anyone can watch for free on YouTube. The short horror, ‘The Circle’. http://youtu.be/OidYnl2p-_A
So here is that poem I was supposed to let you in on. This is…
Take My Hand, Lets Leap
I will offer you my hand
as we walk down this road in life
through storming weather and scorching sunshine
through our search and beaconed light
whether you will love me, whether not
I dare not leave and travel alone
I care not for lonely ponders
I offer you my hand
and walk beside you in delighted peace
seeing a smile upon your weary face
fear not, don’t despair
You have my hand, take it
and lets take a leap
with each other for company
down a road new and novel
down a path
together
for we are walking
each other
to that place
a place unknown
a place
simple.
Take my hand – and we walk together, love,
through the fog that lifts slowly
and we will one day upon the gates heavenly.
Poem: Bygone ways
13 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
Can it be you can breathe fire
in place of air?
Or touch the hot ice where ever it lay?
Feel the still wind against your skin,
or swim amongst the frozen water
like it all made sense?
Does the moon’s rays reach you like a fireplace
and the sun douse out the heat of the night?
Do mockingbirds sing of disarray
or can that all be repaired to the corners of mental grey?
Do the words sound melodious to the dead,
the colours brighter in blindness,
or the well toned muscles feel frayed?
So silly.
So silly it is, the vanity of all that exists.
For a moment forget, forget that you live not for you,
but for me,
the bygone ways.
