Poetry Blogs (belief)
Ashes in a jar
It has been said, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Not always lies and deceit, or other people’s pretentious
How can we even know where the path will be
The sign often obscured, impossible to see
Is it the left hand path, or maybe the right
Or, perhaps the middle ground leads to the light
Left wing and right wing mean little to me...
Saturday 19th January 2019 7:55 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
Three Saviour’s meet in a bar,
escaping the multitudes of disciples harassing them
they order drinks.
Leaving disheveled and worse the wear
each is arrested for urinating in the street.
Samples are duly collected,
primarily because these important figures are of public interest,
and justice must be seen to be done.
A miracle is declared a...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 1:35 pm
A scarlet ribbon torn in flesh
to vent a life
like lambs are led
its the lambs that lead
they take their place
and hold the ground
and with their slaughter
love is found
26 July 2016 (In respect to Father Jacques Hamel & those who count themselves among the Meek and the Faithful)
Tuesday 26th July 2016 9:01 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