Poetry Blogs (Belief)
Death is the end of all things
Death is the end of pain and blame and shame,
of sun, of rain, of work, of play
Death is the end of night and day
It brings each one of us, the same,
to the end of everything.
I say Death is the end of all things
So we need to know that's where we go
Whether we want to, yea or no,
It is what existence always shows
No matter what else life may bring,
Monday 1st March 2021 1:54 am
The shadow strewn floor
revealed nothing but
the caricature of her outer lie
Inside was far, far darker
Shadows of shadow
The precipice to a great, voracious hollow
into which I fell
Where bone-fused gondolas
upon icey streams
surged ripples to my slowly decaying heart
But while it still pulsed
There was hope
And all we really have, in a worl...
Saturday 5th December 2020 5:18 pm
The oak tree
Unwavering and sturdy
Tells us how to be:
Don’t break so easily
In the slightest change of wind
Climbing back through my childhood bedroom window
Landing on shards of broken glass
Crimson oozes slowly
As I pray each stab is its last
So much has shaken me since my first landing
Each step taken cuts deeper than the beginning
Tuesday 5th May 2020 10:02 pm
Today is not over yet,
Which means yesterday may have been the hardest day of your life,
As if you were driving down a never-ending dead end, stuck in reverse;
But you are still here.
You can’t recall the time your mother held you out of the bedroom window,
The blaze within threatening to scorch you, your cradle and home,
The scent of smoke on your baby clothes has long sinc...
Thursday 30th January 2020 9:19 am
God is watching over us,
When we feel afraid,
Grateful or anxious,
We look to the sky
Hoping for protection,
Or tender mercy.
Hope lies only in the sky.
Fear burrows under our feet.
The lost wanderer is afraid
To look down and advised to look up.
So believers are blessed
With good posture.
Tuesday 14th May 2019 11:03 am
we walked the ancient path together
where ancestors had worn the land
into a waypoint to the barrow
carefully observing rituals and customs
under azure skies we stumbled on our way
across this land of Albion
the hops the wheat the barley
bowing heads in solemn recognition
of the passing of souls
as we walked we talked of many things
Thursday 22nd February 2018 12:19 am
now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move...
Monday 15th May 2017 3:45 am
Don't be afraid of the night,
take the feathers
and follow the light
for in the light we forever fly,
immortalised through time.
Friday 12th May 2017 1:26 pm
love it so take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it
smoothly smoothly lovely.
Thursday 31st March 2016 6:42 pm
Reality proves daunting
bit tricky to comprehend
Rigidity seldom sustains
must learn aptly to bend
Time plays a role pivotal
in forging future ahead
For your cup to be fullest
or empty if deem instead
Thursday 18th September 2014 9:49 am
On the face all is cheery
deep within bit suspect
With answer writ large
sans effort don’t expect
Coming on to very edge
wonder if be able to fly
All efforts withstanding
but own beliefs I’ll rely
Saturday 8th February 2014 4:57 am
This morning, God finally
Put on his hat, and said
'Right - that's it.
If you don't believe in me,
then I don't believe in you
- and don’t go asking me
for any more favours!'
Bang went the door
and I heard Marlene's dog
bark as he passed the gate
It's all gone quiet
But I'm worried now that
he's not really gone
Friday 24th June 2011 4:03 pm
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm
In the 18th century the people of Easter Island worked hard
creating the statues that their information showed
were absolutely necessary for their future.
In the 19th century Easter Islanders realised
that statues were a useless waste of effort
and put all their energy into the obvious need
to worship the birdman.
In he 20th century the stupidity of the Easter Islanders
Friday 18th December 2009 11:14 pm