Poetry Blogs (2015, death)
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Now, I never been the type to like grand gestures
Foolish attempts to grasp your undivided attention
However, I promise you when this is all over
I’ll have your attention for all eternity
I have done a terrible, terrible thing, my love
A thing that will leave you completely breathless
That will leave your heart a tragic mess
But I promise you, this is for the best
Monday 28th December 2015 6:17 am
Finding you wasn't hard
Although you all looked the same
Beneath ever changing skies
Stark bright and upright
Against Summer cornflower skies
Bathed in sleepy Autumn hues
Pure, under skirts of wintery slate
Did you think, at twenty two
Generations would stand here
Imagining the glory, the fear
Gripping anger and sorrow
Racing clouds allow the sun a turn
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 7:37 pm
Close your weary eyes my love
Forget about your bad day
Dream away in our bed
To a far away place.
I'll kiss your soft lips
Brush your hair
And make you feel like a kid again.
Something stole the light from your smile
The fire that used to burn in your heart
The sweet glow about you
But now it's gone.
What happened to it
Where did it disappear to
Is it gone for good?
I'll do anything...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 5:31 am
Wake up Midas
it isn't your time.
Those dogs had
no right to take
you from me.
"Wake up baby!"
Please don't leave
I'm the one
that let you outside.
oh please wake up.
Thursday 15th October 2015 12:44 am
Tick tock, tick tock, thump, thump, thump
They marched in and took your heart, once filled with redness and vibrancy,
They took your bright soul and purpose on this rosy spectacle sphere of land and sea
And shred and bled until nothing remained.
But darkness, blackness and emptiness
A lifeless glance returns the favour in the mirror
Ash piles, a distinguished fire
Prison, some call it ...
Tuesday 13th October 2015 7:23 pm
You left us on
the last day of Summer.
Today is the
first day of Fall.
My tears are
falling for you.
Good bye my baby,
my LUCKY CAT.
Wednesday 23rd September 2015 10:13 pm
Somewhere in between
the waking and the dream,
I can feel you close to me.
Just before times hands
reshape the desert sands,
I can feel you reach for me.
In the blink of tear stained eyes,
watching weary to the skies,
I can see you cry for me.
In the breaking of the dawn,
in the dew upon the lawn,
I can see you smile for me.
In the bright ray...
Tuesday 22nd September 2015 3:44 pm
~~PRESS RELEASE – GREY SUN, DARK MOON, a new collection of poetry by Trevor Maynard
Taking us from Sunrise, through Morning, then Later, into Dusk, and concluding with Night, this ...
Monday 7th September 2015 10:07 pm
if you stand quite still
you see the bleakness of someone dying
as the sun goes down
on a life bonded to your own
and you feel the fragile support
like an anchor wrenching as the ship of souls
breaks free of its moorings on the slender earth
and you watch
as your own downtrodden hope leaves you
like the spirit of unformed breath.
Tuesday 25th August 2015 9:16 pm
The babies keep coming
into the world
petals opening disgorging
Mouths to feed
They pile up
scream and kick
another matter of pride
to show off.
Tick one more box
box ticked move on
over the horizon the
petals are pulsing
The world blinks and is missed
Friday 7th August 2015 9:32 pm
"We can't risk losing people,
Killed in action, far away.
What'll happen to their wives,
Their children, the next of kin?
We have to end the war,
But, none the less, we are
Too proud, too good, too vigorous,
To just give up, to just retreat.
Let's see what happens," did they say,
And to end a war, to save their lives,
They killed two hundred thousand people,
And didn't stop at all.
Sunday 26th July 2015 1:42 pm
Dreaming of funerals
Dreaming of death
Daydreams of theft.
Thoughts not unhappy
But hopeful and proud
Driving too slowly
Singing too loud.
Why is it sacrifice leads me to joy?
The heavy heart dragged
By the arms of a boy.
Why is it sorrow somehow leads me to laughter ?
The dreadful, dark ending
The what that comes after.
Why does the prospect of loved ones abou...
Saturday 25th July 2015 2:51 pm
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
The child in his arms, such a precious gift,
her sweet little smile would make his heart lift.
Born into a love that none could compare,
baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair.
Conceived and born on such love filled days,
from the moment he held her he was blown away.
His heart did a flip and his smile was so wide,
his devotion to his daughter could not be denied....
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 5:34 pm
I lay here cradling my mosaic heart, untwinned in your palms. My naked body and mind no longer intertwined, A fated dualistic death. I gave myself to you unwittingly, unknowingly, punishingly... Sensual, seductive emotions ravenously race through my every pore, One last butterfly kiss, wanting evermore. My heart decadently dances with perpetual palpitation...
Sunday 19th July 2015 1:09 pm
The candle flickers as death draws near
the whispering souls come out to play as the clock hit's Midnight
and another realm opens
Lucifer returns from his sleep
bringing a gift for his weary lover
a lovers kiss, a serpents kiss a poisoned box of betrayal like the petals of a red rose scattered amongst the ashes of a body that's been lain to rest out in the elements of this b...
Friday 17th July 2015 11:36 pm
As the sun peeps out
over misty morning hills
and the dawn chorus calls
with its piercing shrill,
the demons of the night
skulk slowly away,
a sidelong glance
at the few who got away.
He rises and stretches
and with sleepy eyes,
breathes a sigh of relief
and a laughing surprise.
The nightmare lingers
in his foggy mind
until a final shiver
Wednesday 15th July 2015 4:07 pm
The stains upon the bar
tell of many sad tales
of love, loss and tragic lives;
and drink to drown out the wails.
Another washed out soul
seeks the solace of the glass,
to wash away the memory
of another broken pass.
another gambling god,
another weary player
bet his life upon the sod.
The rings around his eyes
mark the t...
Sunday 12th July 2015 3:53 am
If you close your eyes
to the world outside,
will the fighting suddenly cease?
Will brother and sister
hold hands together
and build a new life of peace?
Does a person, born blind,
not hear the teeth grind
as disaster, from greed, is grown?
That because he can’t see,
thinks we're are all living free
and reaping the seeds we have sown?
If you block...
Saturday 11th July 2015 12:14 pm
Death; the dealer
of the final deck of life.
No hidden agendas,
just a cold slate to wipe.
With hand and sword
or rock and stone,
with shaft sailing deadly
through grey skies, alone.
The smarter the weapon,
the reaper delights
at a fulsome harvest
of terror and cries.
They split the atom
and split the odds,
they split the proceeds
Saturday 4th July 2015 8:24 pm
I touch your cheek,
I'm surprised, it's cold.
I reach for your hand
for I need it to hold.
I look upon your face
that beamed and sparkled
as we loved and laughed,
wrestled and tickled.
Your face is so pallid,
the sparkle is gone,
no more to smile
at the hot summer sun.
Your hair neatly tended,
you lie there so still
as I try, with memories,...
Monday 29th June 2015 11:34 am
There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit
holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit
about on the swings and slides with boundless joy,
inciting memories of when they were girl and boy.
The antics of the kids so full of life and carefree bliss,
their lives laid out before them on paths that time would kiss.
They’ve been sitting on that bench for ...
Wednesday 24th June 2015 5:50 pm
Life has drawn to a grinding, meandering pace
Where there once was happiness, pleasure and joy
Now only a void and darkness in its place
And the man I am is no longer the boy
As the smoke gracefully laps my pale face
Reaching gently my soul; a soothing decoy
From the pain and anger, with each fleeting breathe
As I sit and wait, contemplating death.
Monday 22nd June 2015 8:38 am
The hands of time tick slowly by
as dawn breaks in a new day.
A nightmare reality of
the receding night lies marked,
like so many fading stars,
in the shattered glass on the floor.
Silken shards of sorry souls,
their lives now trapped
in a dream of what was then,
what is now and
what should never have been.
Each broken image,
a moment in time captured...
Monday 15th June 2015 12:51 pm
How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’?
A facade shared, it would seem,
by the majority of the human race.
Beneath the flaking paint of a painted mask
lies a truth too long and painful to explain
no matter how oft you care to ask.
How long before the cracks become too wide
to conceal with powders and creams
and the crimson smile starts to slide.
Tuesday 9th June 2015 10:49 am
A crowded room
is such a lonely place,
wear a fragile mask
upon a weary face.
but there’s nobody there
and there’s nothing to do
except sit and stare.
The distant sounds
of joy and laughter
drifting like echoes
in dusty rafters.
As you slowly subside,
sinking way down low
and you're silently wondering
how far you can go....
Tuesday 19th May 2015 12:08 am
There was a man I knew,
not too close, not too far,
as a child he was there
to tend to my scars.
A man with a past,
of that I had no doubt,
a man, when provoked,
who knew how to shout.
A happy man
with a smile for all,
he'd always be there to
pick me up when I'd fall.
And though never far away,
we were never very close,
a sign of those times...
Sunday 17th May 2015 11:54 pm
How do you say goodbye
to everyone you love,
your family and friends
who you hold high above.
How do you say goodbye
to the one in your heart;
your soul mate, from who
none could tear you apart.
Your night and your day
and in every sweet way,
no words could express
what you're needing to say.
How do you say goodbye
to the child in your hand
Sunday 17th May 2015 12:32 pm
We take so much for granted
from this world on which we play,
the breath inside our lungs
drawn in from a cold and windy day.
Draining the life from a world already
so drawn and stretched to it's limits,
desperately trying to imbibe
the scarcities still deep within it.
To live; to breathe; to follow time
as down the wind it sails
against all odds and obstacl...
Saturday 16th May 2015 3:40 am
It's just a way of life
said the man with the gun,
you win it or you lose it
and when all is said and done.
But the odds and the favour
can be tipped from over here
by a warm winning smile
from a boy with no fear.
They say that respect
is a game hard won
but they can't see the smile
down the barrel of the gun.
The feather on the trigger
Tuesday 12th May 2015 12:47 am
The flickering flame
in the dream of your eyes,
is a glimmer of life
in a darkening sky.
But little heat remains
to warm the weary hearts
of those so slowly left
bereft and torn apart
A chill wind blows a tear
across the cooling fires,
a rain of lasting love falling
softly through life's briars
A trickle of silent sorrow
leaving trails on shall...
Monday 11th May 2015 2:29 am
dancing and in hand
with dirty water
ripple down the street
a screeching tire
splashing and skids
on the empty, black road
the engine pumped faster, the gray sky smiled in turn
the tire hopped a curb, then flew from the ground
the tire clashed with the earth
mud splattered the clean paint
the car rushes to gain an in...
Monday 4th May 2015 7:37 am
The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...
Monday 27th April 2015 10:07 pm
I sat beside you on that fateful day,
As they sutured your wrists in A&E,
Their failure to keep you safe,
Was no failure of ours or me,
For try as we may to get you help,
Their ears were as deaf as their eyes,
Now we sit..... in our tortured state,
In the hollow your passing creates,
You will always be with us inside our hearts,
For as long as our minds wi...
Sunday 26th April 2015 5:31 pm
stark organic matter
excreting tastes of life
tied to a cycle
destined to a path
seen by none
the rules of competition
forever consumed by the glory
light to light
de come possed
Thursday 26th March 2015 4:47 pm
You come and you go
astressed with the trade winds
Tiny ghost dancer
flows to my head
clear and timed
tastes of sparkling ciders melt in my eye
attempting to leave no trace
I hold the proof of our a-cult
vitalizing movements seize life
breath exits as I consumed you
as glass inherits my soul
timed and clear
breakable in an extraterrestrial se...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 2:30 am
The Gallipoli Fallen
From Perth to Auckland came the merry brave
Fighting for King and Empire and the motherland to save
The Anzac was led with zeal and might
Churchill's men prepared to fight the merry fight
To the Dardanelles the men were led ashore
To open a supply route to Russia, so ill-equipped and poor
Churchill's plan to obliterate the Ottomans from the war...
Tuesday 17th March 2015 4:29 am
I tell you there’s no ending, no straightening the straights,
and the twists and turns of life will remain unending.
Where do those paths go, via many trees bowed by breeze,
and thorny bushes with fresh and old blood specks to show.
Some are freeted by time, just lumbering and slumbering,
as stuttering takes them on to old, past their posturing prime.
Bored by ster...
Wednesday 25th February 2015 4:23 pm
Hit the homes of the less, Hit the SCUM of the projects, Drop a few bombs in the Sub Culture Urban Market, target the future smokers, smoke the future dealers, pull up in them vans, hand out vans and a few packs of cigs, Fact 79 the name of the game, selling the idea of a pack newports, over the idea of packing for cruises to lands on new ports, grandmamas got them, baby cousins watchin', second h...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 10:24 pm
Saint Valentine’s Day Mascara
She cried when I forgot.
She cried when I remembered,
her tears like silver arrows
to my heart,
her eyes black-lined with sorrow.
The ink, barely dried,
smudged with liquid joy.
A big wet splash on the ‘o’
turning ‘love’ into ‘live’
and crowning my name
like a liquid tiara
for a princess
in a cruel land.
So I wished s...
Tuesday 3rd February 2015 6:53 pm
When you said goodbye
I realised deep inside
That this would be the final time
I ever saw your smile.
And God called your name
And you floated peacefully away.
This is permanant
A tattoo on the heart
A scar engraved in my skin
I think about you everyday
And everyday is a losing game
Until the next time,
I see you again
Monday 12th January 2015 3:12 pm