Poetry Blogs (fantasy)

If you become 
what you think about 
most of the time... 

I am becoming 
poetry, a lyrical 
fantasy floating 
in rhyme. 

I am becoming 
love and light,

Doing my best
to do what's right.

I am becoming 
forgiveness 
and peace. 

Healing souls
like Wayne 
and Louise.  

I am becoming
who God intended
me to be.

Leaving a loving
legacy. 

I am becoming 
free.

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This bed it is a bridge
Of what is real and fantasy
I despise reality 
I'd rather keep dreaming
Where I am free
To be alive
Where I will thrive 
And my heart can be
Free from knives 
I will not cry 
I can not feel 
I stay in bed to escape what is real

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Aquarian Aquarius,
everyone be hearing us.
What an exciting life you lead,
cosmic superhuman centipede.
I’m Centric G pause for the D:
ejaculating antiquating - even thoughts dilapidated.
You should go through twice
extinguish anguish from your life
cosmic zombie souls are sliced.
Universal detoxification 
electrocuting nation-notions
rubbing Atlas, struggled rolling
infinitesimal scro...

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Trips into Town.                                             

It’s a game I play on my way to work wearing my HBF uniform.   Another day of routine smiles and customer queries beckons. When the monotony gets too much, I wear the seahorse broach my son gave me for my birthday.

With the announcement “Next station Perth!”  I focus my energies.  As we squeal into the Leederville Tunnel, the ligh...

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The Beast Beneath The Beck

The beck at Westgate End is full of weeds,

its water is a muddy shade of brown,

confused ducks die within anaemic weeds

as sunken shopping trolleys pull them down.

Sometimes you hear a cold slithering splash,

as though some ancient creature has slid in

to feast upon the centuries of trash.

Who knows what evils are contained within?

It...

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“ …. every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness” (Beckett)

every word

Be born, live, cry, die; always cry.

Why cry?

Why not?

I am not on Earth

to fail to exist,

or any other madman's fantasy.

Sammy found something

worthwhile:

he found

- Nothing.

Eat, move, create, decay;

earthen in earth

for the Archaeologis...

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I had that dream again...

You and me dancing on some random beach.

 I felt your hands on my thighs,

moving me gently with your warm eyes.

You were looking at me like if it was the first time, 

the first time of holding me with your warm hands. 

I remember it clearly now.

My head was resting on your chest,

I know you were smelling my hair and

playing with it just like y...

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LOTTO LIFE

It unites us.

This dream

  to have choices.

Whether to work or laze.

Decide our futures

  instead of waiting for opportunity.

The universal language of need

We’ve lost control.

Caught up in the flow

   of magazine lifestyle.

The one we desire and reality.

To walk through town

  not asking the price.

Carrying the l...

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Love brightens even more with the trees

My inner thoughts of you are translucent on my body

Every second with you feels like infinity 

Infinite beauty 

Infinite scares that you leave 

Anything is possible with you

When I get lost 

Your there to show me the way 

I hope this explains how much I love you

Sometimes your love puts me in a trance

Words are difficult 

Bod...

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Bram Stoker's ghost is queueing

at the turnstile of the National Trust.

He's hoping for a viewing

of the abbey ruins at Whitby

the church and the plunging steps

where Lucy Westenra descended

entranced, danced to Dracula's tune

"Was Dracula real" he asks himself

as he looks far out to sea,

"or another facet, a commercial asset

of tragic history."

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When i'm done with being young

i'm gonna be the next king.

That's the way it's gonna be

are you with me?

I'll be famous obviously

and appreciate society and everything.

I wouldn't let the country down to be honest,

or let people rub me up the wrong way,

i'd make sure my family

would have somewhere to stay.

All my mates would be doing well

'cause they nev...

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I don't know what to say other than ......

I wish 
I could hold you tight
And that you'd hold me 
In a cocoon of togetherness, spun of the strongest thread
Only to break as beauty forces itself out into the world
It's metamorphosis delicate, fragile
Exquisite in its simplicity 

I wish 
I could kiss you .......

(C) Pixievic

https://soundcloud.com/vicki-ayers/baffled-written-...

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Tumbleweed

In a town called Tumbleweed

sound is deadened

so that every conversation

crawls like a gentle breeze

through cotton wool.

Beggars are kings,

politicians pariahs,

policemen thieves,

priests parasites.

Suzie is a victim.

The streets of Tumbleweed

host sinners, saints and surrogates

sneering into bibles

left to them

by agnostic pa...

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like
a trickle 
from mountain rain 
it starts ......

my
Desire

a quiver of droplets
converging together
coursing through my body 
consuming my thoughts
babbling down my contours
into my valleys
soaking my senses 
with lust
growing in need
shuddering across rocks
rapidly gaining in momentum
uncontrolled
in a frenzy of whitewater 
finally 
reaching the drop
tantalising 
at ...

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I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.

Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.

The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.

So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I s...

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The ghost that flitters through your sleepless night

may be fully alive in another’s  daytime sight,

for the dimensions where they appear as a wisp

may not be the same as that where they’re kissed…

Imagine if your mind is ready for this notion just yet

that the ghosts which you see are not dead for I bet,

what you see is merely a slim projection coming from

another di...

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In the fustian gloom of the tower

something moves to give room to spiders.

the lips of hell part with a smile

pleased with its progeny and its guile

          and the sun slinks away

          from its slit in the wall

          where archers of old

          felled the pressing horde.

Nothing has ever left these chambers

and fear congeals with rotting straw

strewn ac...

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Into the vortex of timeless end
Where no other creature has yet begun
Turning from a rhythmic flute
The rabbit jumps into chutes
Darkness appears from the back of earth
No light shines longer yonder the pearl
Smoke derives from umbilical butterfly
Trapped beneath the Cheshire cat sign
Gulping milk to fasten bloom
Cookie crumbs, sugar rush delusion
To enter, only inception of living
Soul...

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~~Orphan phantom all alone
Within reach from dusk till dawn
Scuttling limbs of Arthropods
Play the harmonious earthly cords
Bitter velvet in water’s core
Chanting monks, four by four
Angelic screams jogs the storm
As hounding harps rabbits their form
Burning icebergs cremating ghoul
Ecstatic mermaids make love to fools
Travellers boat, companion Charon
Spring has lost to Persophone
Ele...

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How do you dump one who's never been yours,

who barely cares you exist,

someone whose body you never have held,

whose mouth you never have kissed?

Though there's nothing to dump, dump you I must,

Dump you right out of my head

where images of you haunt and tease,

caused (to be fair!) by nothing you've done or said.

Tomorrow I get my life back I hope

after a fantasy-nightm...

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Frozen sighs shadow thick,

Fire heaving through the giants teeth,

Her silk dress gliding gently, serene,

Eyes beating like drums on Winter Eve.

He quells her silent tears,

Caressing her sea of particles,

Eliminating the smudges wept across her jaw,

For her eyes spilled a thousand written articles.

"Beauty, beauty is within and without,"

He articulates, palm leveling her ...

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She was out of the window

She was up on the roof

She was sitting on pylons

She was somewhat aloof.

She was on wings of airplanes

She was flying with kites

She was in a balloon race

She was weathering heights.

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Pickles and Porkpie

Relished a picnic

Under a sunken tree.

They happily hobnobbed

With Chutney and Cheddar

And gossiped with gallons

Of tea! :)

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Dew soaked blades

Succumbed

To the morning rain  

Surrendering

To reveal our bodies

As one

Skin glistening

 A simmering cocktail

Of raindrops and sweat

Bathing in the petrichor

We reached the summit

Closing my eyes in glory

Bottling the scent deep within

Opening them to find you

Gone

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Bang my limbs on tight taut moons

Bleed my drips of sunshine seas

Dot to dot my stars to spoons

Fire my spinning moon to beams

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And I will say - now I am become fire.
The liar, the thief, stirred underneath
In golden chasms burst forth
Unto wrought iron skies
Shedding white scales
Upon the veils of the red.

And I will say - now I am become faith.
The wraith deity, gravity defiler
Tied to the fate, the hate
Of beaten idols
Lying in scattered pieces
Upon barren soils.

And I will say - now I am becom...

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The rushing student in rabbit hat just makes the train,

the door squeezes shut and we’re off!

Hissing past winter’s flooded farms;

though We glisten like jungle leaves in a hot house –

And the smell of packed animals – Oh, the smell!

Opposite a manager taps his keyboard in novelty tiger gloves

and, stroking his whiskers, looks up and

tenses; with fixed cat stare –

And ...

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wish sister

I mouthed beer breathed approbation

at the invited wonder of your sister's sweatered breasts

the tableau set

for such delicious beginnings and shaky revisions,

once I  left the "look but do not touch" misgivings

amongst  the litter of a thousand such instructions

I borrowed that hazel eyed angel for a night

rescued from drowning in a clear bottled...

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I’d like to be a cannonball:

Smash through things and knock down walls

I’d leave a trail of destruction in my wake

Before it’s even time to take a tea break.

I’d like to drink fifteen pints of lager

And ride through the shopping centre like a knight on a charger

Smashing things merrily as I go

Making a mess with a creamy gateaux

I’d like to swear loudly in a quiet...

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Another busy day, another busy week

There must be more to life than working week to week.

I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain

Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain

Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak

And they’ll be days when I’m going far too f...

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KIA

Oh, mighty planet of fire and of ice,

you are the bounty of life

and of all things ever made.

You belong in all worlds especially ours

where the frozen water at your poles

and the fire at your middle heart

make all life yours to control.

Creatures of fire swim in

seas of molten lava

while beings of ice glide

over infinite frozen ...

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Well as usuall I have been empowered by a computer game which is influencing my day to day life in ways that only a stupidly in depth game like Skyrim can do.

 So with this fresh inspiration I have penned a little something about my other life in the digital realm.

 Enjoy.

An Ode To Skyrim

Frozen wastes on hallowed ground

Captured and in shackles bound

Sound ...

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The birthing of articulated expression
will always find its means of entering
into the world outside and beyond
the inner recesses of our awareness.

I love the wee and trippy hours of the
after midnight when the glass slipper
lay glimmering aloof in the moonlight
and the weary dreamer sets some
ink of thoughts onto the parchment
of a woozy head - too ea...

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When I found the time to be
I found that time had passed me by

When my dreams had set me free
Life set its bounds upon the sky

Should my spirit soar above,
My wings the blazing sun would pluck

Should my soul find love
You'd find my cards had no such luck

And though we know the end,
we jump into the cloudy veil;

we quest for dreams, though bound;
the seekers' hearts will thus preva...

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Isle de Menture

On that hidden island where we long to be, 
nestled as it is in a pure warm azure sea,
where there are no sharks to flee away from,
just young dolphins leaping out for our fun,
afore blowing bubble rings to toss around
underneath the waves that bring that pleasing sound.

The moon is never hidden on the nights it comes to shine
and rainfall will only glisten if yo...

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Hippocampus and Friend

Side saddled on the flame horned sea horse
Fingering those delicate antlers as with remorse
A fairy mermaid lingered most lovingly
Thinking she should never leave him lonely

Hippocampus coronatus we know him by
A name so regal that we may wonder why
His status is not celebrated so much more
From Japanese coasts to every Pacific shore

Yellow and brown he ...

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It was a picturesque scene,

An army of tree's, stood to attention.

Hands holding, we marched,

Without intervention.

My feet crunched leaves,

Rotten wood, sticks, anything that happened to be in my way.

She was more delicate, careful not to disturb,

The inhabitants of this habitat, Bless her.

This utopic place I found, impressed her

I honestly wish this story ...

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