A Memory of Schooldays
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, ...
Thursday 27th February 2014 5:29 pm
Tags: cargo,history,John Masefield,poem,ships,the ocean
What dark threads did you choose, my Mother,
To weave on the loom of your life, For you loved gold and silver, my Mother,
And I remember your singing and laughter.
I remember your courage, my Mother,
For you were always in pain;
And I remember your fear.
You never swerved from the straight, my Mother,
Though you struggled on a stony road.
What was the cost of your choice...
Friday 21st February 2014 12:14 pm
Once in land far away
Was a woman
she knelt to pray
She prayed for a child who could be
The key to a new dawn of ages
The baby was conceived
Naturally of course
By union of bodies
By lustful souls
The scrolls foretold the child would grow to be
A pawn in the game of prophecy
A son of the goddess
Her diamond ,glowing bright in the sky
But there woul...
Sunday 9th February 2014 5:12 pm
Tags: alienpoet,epic,finale,Land faraway,poem,poetry,story
Born of a ducks egg
Hatched by a toad
The dread cockatrice uses wherwell priory as its abode
Don't be caught by its steely glare
Or be made into stone statue
If it catches you with it's eyes
So don't look run
Or be overcome
It eats and causes destruction wherever it flies
So watch the skies with fearful eyes
But wait a man called green
Seeks the four acre reward
He polishes a pie...
Sunday 9th February 2014 5:08 pm
Tags: cockatrice,dan hooks poet poetry alienpoet,poem,poetry,wherwell priory
Some Advice From Edwina Currie, Former MP
Don’t give thanks
for local food banks
the emotionally needy
the tattooed dog owners
Friday 7th February 2014 10:16 pm
Tags: Edwina Currie,Opinion,Poem,Rant
Monday 27th January 2014 5:16 pm
Tags: aloneness,dark nights alone,memories,men,musing,Nostalgia,poem,poetry,sensual,thought
Her face was peppered with white powder,
The prouder part of her slender frame
Lay still, a weary head on a pillow
By an open window four floors away.
Eyes of glass catch hazed reflections
From the direction of London lamps
Lighting themselves one by one,
But she does not smile at their amber gleam
Whilst the seams of her soul come undone.
Vague melt solidifies natures crime scene.
Unheard screams echo thro...
Thursday 23rd January 2014 12:02 pm
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