Poetry Blogs (Dreams)
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To wake lit by that lunar light
Toiling from the depth of dreams
Misty minded from the night
So the distant land below the window seems
To see beyond the shaded hedge
Hear again the whisper soft
As bedewed we walked, that ghostly pledge
Those lovely echoes of a distant past yet waft
To sense again her presence there
Knowing how we walked at ease...
Friday 23rd November 2018 2:55 pm
Blistering weather withers
As cooler climes take over
Revealing the emptiness that surrounds
Pervading the hollowness that echoes
Like an empty cavern
Floating through a ravine of longing
For the improvements that signal
Regaining the equanimity
Of our own circle of life
Holding fast to passions and fancies
Foibles and follies...
Thursday 15th November 2018 4:19 pm
I sat all day in the corner
awaiting a call on the 'phone
but when it came through
the voice that I knew
was nowhere at all in the room
The nurse that called me much later
knew where I was travelling to
but she never heard
the call of the bird
that flew in my traveller's dream
The doctor gave me some drugs
to keep the malaria down
but the pills that I ...
Monday 8th October 2018 4:04 pm
I made you walk
I made you talk
I moved to your side slowly
turquise eyes were no surprise
but I'm so sorry
I never knew what you've been through
but if I knew, I'd carry you
but is that what you would want me to do?
You are of my '80s dreams
but the '80s are over
away from you away from you
You are of my '90s dreams,
but it's not the '90s don't I know...
Sunday 16th September 2018 7:17 pm
Above The Light Of The Morning Star
Pity the dark eyed man who chases sleep.
Yet, pity more, the man who finds that realm
and dances with his friends, long gone,
then wakes to find such loneliness in his heart.
A father’s hand laid gently on his shoulder
or a mothers kiss to say farewell on leaving.
These are the magic lanterns
of the ghosts that are their ghosts....
Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:45 pm
A Flight of Fancy
Imagine to be an aviator
To leave terra-firma and fly
To unlock the shackles of gravity
Be weightless, and reach for the sky
John and Macko were only thirteen
So how could they dream such a thing?
Two working-class lads, from Grimstone Low
With ambitions to take to the wing
They were both academically average
And failing at school, it ...
Sunday 9th September 2018 9:55 am
A series of 11 short poems
End of a Galaxy
In the silent depth of night
As the last leaf of the beech tree
As the silent tear of my love
End of Harmony
I see her dancing on the sands
I see her as she sees me
and in that moment
sand, sea, sun, surf
vanish in the vortex
Saturday 14th July 2018 7:59 pm
in their bed
beneath the slates
as in a dream
in the window airs
in the hush
of the night
palely lit by her lucent light
calls to him
and he walks out
summer dew wet on his feet
her cool breath on his naked flesh
the quiet mysterious night
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:28 pm
As I grow, I see many places to live by
I see the true nature of life,
On how doll and peaceful it can be.
But what is life without sorrow?
What is life without dreams of the melancholic soul?
Just a thought of a restless mind.
Wednesday 27th June 2018 3:15 am
My love, I need you.
Here I am falling in love with the beauty of the world.
Waiting for you, as if it were the end of the world.
I do not mind the wait,
I have the time.
But I have to be honest,
I need you.
I've felt you before,
and that's fine
Someday I'll see you,
and I'll know.
And even if you do not know, it's fine.
I have love to give and loves will ...
Sunday 3rd June 2018 3:56 am
Down on the beach
I took your hand
And we walked along the sand
Then bare foot we paddled
By the ebb of the tide
Then climbed over the dunes
And I kissed you there
In the afternoon sun
When the heat was at its strongest
I held you in my arms
And felt your heart beating
Next to my own
I could have so easily got lost in your eyes
And there is nowhere else
That I would rather be
Saturday 26th May 2018 8:45 am
A quiet boy -
he painted rainbows,
got lost in the words
of ancient poets,
spoke with respect,
offered up his seat
and his place in the world
to the unfortunates.
he spoke in words
of love and peace
when the world was cruel,
Tuesday 1st May 2018 12:25 pm
Winter had arrived
after the rain…
The sounds of their footsteps
on the softened ground
Beyond the window pane…
In bed…Half sleep,
with the fresh winter light
warmly caressing his face…
Softly kissing his lips…
The artist wished for a dream…
Monday 30th April 2018 11:36 pm
My dreams they have died
Buried deep within myself
Hope to renew them
Tuesday 24th April 2018 6:08 pm
I want a smile
That appears unknowingly.
One that spreads across his face,
Like the sunset in the sky,
Every time he hears my name.
I want eyes
That won’t turn away
When I show my scars.
Ones that can see
Through the walls I put up.
I want a voice
That will support me
And encourage my dreams.
One that knows what words
Will bring me back to realit...
Thursday 29th March 2018 12:06 am
Fall on the way side in the afternoon.
I sob now besides the hollow tree,
Your darkened hair recedes into the heavy mist,
Your eyebrows sliver into scattered sunbeams.
Away from me.
Lost in the bitter goodnight,
Hollow in acknowledgment,
The dirt moist from the heavy rain before it.
The image of you flakes,
In my mind,
Saturday 24th February 2018 6:19 am
In the grey cloudlight of a pre-dawn moon
something stayed my dream
a stray insistent noise heard through sleep
the uncertain call of the hunting owl:
I am knelt naked at the window -
beneath, the frosted grass glimmers in the pale creamglow
hazy through the early swirls of mist
but not a shade or waft disturbs the spectral scene
although my flesh seems chilled by some slig...
Sunday 11th February 2018 11:23 am
This old farm cottage of mine
keeps all my years safe
for it knows my secret ways
There are shadows in the shadows
but in some rooms
my sons have hidden smiles
to lead me in
There is more solitude indoors
but here and there
she has retained a past caress
to warm me
The old mirror we found at market
still retains her ghost
Tuesday 16th January 2018 4:05 pm
Why don't you kill me
By the speed of light
And forget those times
When evenings vanished
On our wet heads
And when we together
Sighed so much that
We were prone to break
Let me hold you
In my endless arms
Where I will lose you
In the depth of Love
And I will find you
Again in the dreams
The dreams those
Crave for my sleep
In my sleepless nights
Thursday 11th January 2018 3:47 pm
A poem about getting old... and staying young.
May I Never
I may never rule the world with theories so fine
May never run past Bolt, smile and duck across the line.
I may never meet Mandela, Obama or the Queen,
I may never solve all wars, or stop leaders being mean.
I may never reach a hundred, run for thirty miles,
I may never help the hungry, turn their cries to happy...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 10:33 am