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Waiting
there's that distance in her
something remote and far
like the canals of Mars, an
ice monolith atop a star
her soul of cosmic mystery
went to places I cannot ken
sheathed in armoured silk
none knew where or when
in those blue eyes is infinity
windows on time and space
blinking before shutters up
in a cryptic chain-mail face
enigmatic were her ridd...
Thursday 11th March 2021 10:41 am
woods filled with snow
woods filled with snow
I walked through woods
as they filled with snow
a winters walk to fill my lungs
with cold december chill
I came to a small rise
one that I did not know
where did this hill come from
how was I unaware
I looked for familiar sightings
but found none
nothing seemed identifiable
I walked to the edge of the hill
and p...
Friday 5th March 2021 8:36 pm
Siren
Sleek, below indigo
A mastery of dancing light,
She swims among waves.
Floating nothingness surrounds
Time stopped on beauty
As her deep eyes look up.
Diamond scales
And ivory hands
Reach toward sunlight.
Mysterious soul,
Treasured, rare wanderer,
Gyspy of the sea,
Song of timelessness,
and enduring breathlessness,
She swims eternal;
A captor of her s...
Saturday 10th October 2020 7:27 am
The Poetry King
A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't
mean a thing
in the grand scheme.
Wears his heart
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.
Waxes poetic about
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain
unsolved mysteries.
More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me.
https://youtu.be/0FT3SmZ_zx0
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:21 am
What Lies Above And Below Us
Far above us
The sky bursts into colours-
Blue, purple, grey, orange,
With red and all the hues in its range.
Miles beneath our feet
Are secrets buried,
Arcane and deep.
Their ampoules once known to everybody.
What goes overhead
Suffuses stars and their milky shells.
The departure from earth melancholic but serene,
Leaves behind shimmering trails that spe...
Sunday 5th July 2020 2:45 pm
Addressing a Mystery Charmer
That look of yours kindled an old fantasy which had preferred to stay silent since offices cannot be even purposely used for play activities. Although the Human Resources people say big about engagement but it hardly does happen on the floor not even in those silent corridors. These days the camera follows us everywhere perhaps they would have planted some secretly in washrooms also. Coming back t...
Friday 8th May 2020 9:37 am
Anticlimactic
I know I traded something
A part of me
For the splendid splendour of money
I did that thing you shouldn’t do
I gave myself to him
You know, the soul
Cut a piece of myself out for him
You know, the heart
I cut a piece of myself off for him
(You know which part)
But I didn't feel a thing
I'm waiting to miss it
Miss this
Thing
I'm waiting for the pain
You...
Monday 3rd February 2020 1:43 pm
Time
Time...
Who are you?
and where are you going?
What is your purpose?
Are you all knowing?
Always here, always near,
every breath I shared with you.
I spent my life right by your side,
and still I do not know you.
Time, are you just a
fragment of my mind?
Something we made up
because our senses make us blind?
Can we not comprehend
the whole eternity?
...Wednesday 23rd October 2019 5:33 pm
outside
i am as a sapling in the shadow of a hundred year oak
try not to breathe, not to stir
i wish to remain unnoticed at the edge of your meadow
here in my solitude
i dare not disturb this perfect silence
inexplicable and deeper than night
nothing casting it
a black shadow wavers in the bright sunlight
it covers the the meadow floor
pulling at my curiosity I am lost in it's mystery
forgetting...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:44 am
The Void
Hey there lonely girl,
what are you doing wandering around
these dark places?
Don’t you know that
evil lurks about?
The void is littered
with those who will use you,
abuse you,
scar your soul for eternity.
Listen to my pleas,
I’m begging on bended knees,
move forward
towards the light,
no matter how tempting
the mysterious
shadows may be.
Sunday 27th January 2019 5:51 am
Soft Spirit of the Night
As I leave my home behind
To walk the far farm fields
The spirit of the land enfolds me
Its silence becomes my mantle
While I alone hear
Those wafted word
As the wind caresses the treetops
Whispering englynion
To lure me on
Through woodland and moor
Beyond fences, ever deeper into a land
Clothed in swirls of radiant mist
Rising from plashy pools and tarns
Amo...
Tuesday 17th April 2018 2:32 pm
Time and Windows
This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.
Time and Windows
If the past is a tattered old book,
then why am I a ghost
at my mother's window,
so clear I can sense her mystery,
and her brown eyes, so alive?
Look, I can fly to her
through the high windows
of my memory
until I'm so close that she disappears,
and the curtain flutters silently.
A...
Friday 29th December 2017 10:44 am
A Winter's Walk In The Park
Sickly branches spread out from the bodies of comatose trees,
And her feet fall on leaves that have died,
Paper-thin corpses at one with the ground frost,
With each step she feels that she might,
Fall through the earth and plummet for years,
Leaving Welsh winters behind,
Crystalline grass blades stand neatly under silver pink skies,
She follows where the gravelled path snakes,
Her concer...
Wednesday 6th January 2016 11:44 pm
Forsaken Love
Monday 15th September 2014 4:33 pm
The mute speaker
We talk.
A lot about her,
yet I know nothing about her.
She shapes words
but I hear emptiness
and all that exists her mouth is air.
She gives me carbon dioxide
but little care,
little advice or help,
little information.
Just ambiguous comments,
large words meaning nothing
and letters sounding silence.
Monday 11th August 2014 11:01 pm
What's Your Name?
I've been out to Dovestones walking. On the grassy slope by the woods to the right of the access road I found a letter. Hidden. Written by a goth girl on decaying paper. Past damp, full of holes and three bits of gum stuck to it. It told her story. Lock the tiger up, secure the house, said how down she is. I don't see her name. What's your name my dark angel? There's an envelo...
Saturday 14th December 2013 12:31 am
The 7th City
The 7th City
The warplane lay broken on the barren desert floor utterly broken, forgotten and forlorn. Painted on her side are the names of six cities; next to each is a faint but distinct image of a mushroom cloud. There were six in all each next to a city name written in their native language they read: Moscow, Berlin, London, Shanghai, New York and Rio de Janeiro. Next to the shat...
Sunday 2nd June 2013 3:10 pm
MIRACLE
MIRACLE
Endless miles of ocean stretching out before them,
compass needle wandering wildly, only option to fly
by the sun and hope for a miracle, their miracle.
Blue sky overhead for a thousand horizons,
nature’s world, mankind here is a guest,
as the small Electra plane is buffeted by turbulence,
two people aboard start to panic.
Where are we? We are...
Sunday 12th May 2013 3:04 pm
Italia with utube vid link of my gullivers headline gig
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4CTUrn3LYg
Italia
Dream of a nation, they built a big airship for Arctic exploration. Things went so well, taking a plethora of readings and photographs till a head wind sprung up. They used most of the fuel battling the wind. Serious technical trouble followed. This would go downhill, fast.
A crash!
Ripping fabric, torn envelope. Sma...
Sunday 14th April 2013 3:13 pm
My one day friend, Mark
To Liverpool
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:19 pm
Something's gotten hold of my heart
For him the song took a whole new meaning,
a control that made him wish to control others.
“Something's gotten hold of my heart”
an evil, a darkness
he mused on midnight
and the encroaching demonic hours.
3am and a stereo's blazing in a stolen Volkswagen Beetle
inaudible white noise, a prerequisite
for the red mist to follow.
“He seeme...
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:10 pm
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