Poetry Blogs (Apr 2016)
You're my peach, juicy and delicious,
Slur my speech, make my knees weak with kisses
It feels fictitious but it's factual, see
I've got stitches from Mrs. Love, actually
The scars are more like beauty marks after dark when you start
tweeting feelings like meadowlarks my heart Roars like a muscle car
Torn apart, put back together, it weathered being severely severed
Saturday 30th April 2016 8:03 pm
Also by Thomas Johnson:The Epitome of Aphrodite | A Birthday Dedication, to LM | The Cataplexic Laws of Nature | The Neuroscience of Cryptographic Numerology | The Scandal That is You | Psychological Nudity | My Adjective Addiction | The Storm of Boredom and Greed | Lady In Red | My Heartstrings | WS: Seven Ages of Man | 52 Pickup/ or; Diamonds over Queens | My Prenup with Destiny | Diamond Studded Land Mine | Girl Crazy for Attention |
Image: David Lester Young aka Ben Franklin, he is the Ben that I refer to in the Poets Three poems
03.04.16 - 19) End of a long flight,
landing always a delight
Luggage and car collected, change of intent
Drove first to the anthology event
Nothing to fear let the motel know I was here
It was alright, I’d be ther later that night
Then we took to the stage with our latest s...
Saturday 30th April 2016 6:29 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::Trev in Texas yet again 2016: The journey out and arrival | Trev in Texas yet again 2016: The Run Up |
I swore allegiance to our Sovereign The Queen, her heirs and succcessors too.
Our Members of Parliament do the same, on behalf of me and you.
So I'll blame and shame those who are busy doing what they do -
Promoting and espousing the deeds and decisions of the ANTI-sovereign EU.
You can't plight your troth in favour of both; you can't be true to the TWO!
Saturday 30th April 2016 6:15 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:1975 | REFERENDUM CALYPSO | FOOTBALL CRAZY | MY LONDON - Spring | KNOCK LOUD AND LONG | MONEY MAKES MONEY | SEPARATION | CREATURE COMFORTS |
Thoughts to writing,
Thoughts to speech,
Are, if you will,
A ball rolling down a hill,
The hill is my mind,
Consciousness is the shovel,
Ideas the furrows,
Ponder one way,
Be a channel,
Be a hole,
I stand atop the hill,
I release the ball,
It's path dictated,
Carried down ideas pa...
Saturday 30th April 2016 5:43 pm
Also by Lewis O'Brien:Why I Hate Moths |
Maybe things have been more
Maybe things have been greater before,
But hearts change and feeling too
Why can't people understand when they do?
Didn't have it planned and don't have reasons why
But things have changed and left me so dry.
I don't want to loose the people I love so dear
But what's happening has always been my fear.
I try to back up, give myself some ...
Saturday 30th April 2016 5:37 pm
Also by Paige:The Past | Need Me Still |
Baby otters are wonderful creatures
So I've often heard it said
They brush their teeth without demur
Before they go to bed
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:17 pm
It was a painful thorn that had sewn our hearts together.
Yes, that was it,
A thorn that attached me to you,
Made your hell taste like heaven.
When I left you,
The flowers in my lungs died.
And for the first time, I could breath,
Although every day I find myself missing their beauty.
But for however many of my roses die,
This is something I can be proud of.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:06 pm
Also by Hailey Hauck:Round and Round They Go About Leaving | Love is Child's Play |
a traitor of a thousand miles, i'll hold you in my shoe
push'd into my heels, step by step
those memories of black and blue
though time heels all wounds, it doesn't unbreak bones
chatter'd open in the breeze and brine
hanging like a laugh, swinging
alien on a face so tragic
painted with mascara, running toward gravity
running toward the sea
sprinting and tumbling and drowning
the wet san...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:34 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:blacksmith (04/10/2016) | Meconopsis (04/02/2016) |
I want to catch a butterfly.
A pretty little butterfly,
Delicate, Beautiful, curving, intense, vibrant.
But not trapped in a net.
She chooses my rough hand,
Rather than a rich flower to provide for her.
Not a conservative or vain butterfly.
Not one that flutters around you,
But has an aversion to touch.
A butterfly that longs to be admired,
In all her beauty,
Only by me.
To land on...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:11 pm
Also by Matt:Tick tock | Bidderbin and Bidderben - Tombo transforms | My little nut | The reason I'm single | The Bag man of Bradford | writing a poem that Rhymes (sequel to Writing a Poem) | Writing a poem | A poem about social discomfort in my first poetry recital | Flowers on a lamppost, dying in the sun | In a moment | Fighting... Who wins? | Back to work | Mates | All The Damaged People | In my head | To the Woman I'm yet to meet | Broken doors | Rebuilding the home | Heterabnormal | Block Me | How to raise kids(warning... Very, very long) | masterdebate |
I know that - you’re playing a game
You tell me you paint your toenails blue
You mess with my head - but you stay the same
All night you talk to…? I haven’t a clue
I know that - there is only you
Behind your grin and bear it persona
Sparkling and dizzy - and heady just you
Fizzy like Tizer pop and Corona
I know ...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:07 pm
Also by Andy Sewina aka Danny Wise:NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Nine | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Eight | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Seven | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Six | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty five | Day Twenty Four | Day Twenty Three | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Two | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty One | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Nineteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eighteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Seventeen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Sixteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fifteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fourteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Thirteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twelve | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eleven | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Ten | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Nine | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eight | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Seven | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Six | Day Five | Day Four | Day Three | Day Two | Day One |
...clattered into the pane
like a meteorite of feathered rubbing,
beak and claw ensuring
the whole room lifted an inch before rushing to the window,
now flecked with crimson loss and hairline fractures,
a scream trapped tight behind the teeth of a child.
Saturday 30th April 2016 1:57 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:shard | lord i just can't keep from crying sometimes | early onset | playing games | in a while crocodile | guilt cage | bonsai | holiday in cambodia | cruel sea | playing koi | victory lap | infinite tanka | still life | Haiku: Having cats in Spring | gone |
The wall, grey wall
It sits between the lines.
While the inside fiddles and fusses
Over prospects of the life.
A feeling here and there,
Yet hopeless and despair.
A jumble of the words,
Dancing like birds.
The words come out,
What to do when life becomes incomprehensible?
After everything that happened,
One stands at a loss.
Unable to toss,
Saturday 30th April 2016 9:39 am
Also by Mem:What art thou? | What am I? | How do I say it? | Revelation | Old & New |
one time kid of a fuckall childhood
probably concieved in some shit hole.
Brought up on too many thick ears,scroungings,left overs and corner shop shite
on rare occasions when dad had'nt pissed his wages up the wall.
Skinny can-kicking short trousered little bastard
in the days when arse wiping social workers were not in fashion
trying my best not to use th...
Saturday 30th April 2016 7:47 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Silver fruition | Quadruple 4 | Quadruple 3 | Sad cause without effect | Quadruple 2 | Quadruple 1 | Haiku; Backstabber | Haiku; Prosthetics | Dallas Nightmare | Haiku; Motorcycling aka getting a life | Haiku; Dummy throwers | Haiku; board game of days | In the shadow of the swastika | Being me | Gang member-Deceasing | Barmy book titles (additions anyone?) | Logie box scholar | Haiku: Headlines | Haiku: Life |
Shaking it at the window
In her pink panties
Raking through her thick auburn
Stretching and twisting
A cock-straightening routine
Just for me -
Drunk at 10am
With itchy five day growth
And the orange of his
Hospitalized neighbours fish
Floating freshly dead
A good two minutes pass
Slipping my hand down
I push it to one side and turn away
Friday 29th April 2016 10:10 pm
Also by mike watts:Two things | Subject matter | Makeover | The lovers | Not a single tulip |
Ken says to us,
“Why all the fuss?
I don’t understand.
It’s hardly big news –
My thoughts on the Jews and
Their Promised Land.
I simply pointed out that Hitler wanted that too.”
How stupid of you;
You don’t have a clue;
It might have been dead and
All put to bed by
Bradford’s Naz Shah;
She offered MPs
And blah blah-di-blah;
Friday 29th April 2016 9:29 pm
Also by John Coopey:IT'S ALL OVER NOW, BABY BLUE | GOLDINGS | STAIRLIFT TO HEAVEN | POETRY VOICE | WHAT KIND OF STOOL AM I? | PIGGIES | FALERNIAN WINE |
Friday 29th April 2016 8:45 pm
I could be kind
but when I meet the man
I can't help but think
You are a vile creature
How does your wife stand
to look at you now?
I'm not the best
at kindness, though.
Friday 29th April 2016 8:00 pm
Also by Alan Inman:Bobble Head | Bound | Cost | Raspberry Wine | Apostrophe Problems | Been There | Bad Mix | Neon | Liar | Big Wig | Common Denominator | Landscape | Slumbering Giant | Isabel | Diner | Paycheck English | No Relenting | Runes | Happy Returns | Press |
not enough doctors
not enough nurses
Not enough Policemen
to stand back and do nothing
not enough city planners to
fuck up architectural planning
not enough local reporters
to misrepresent the truth
to the world
people to blame
who will eventually fall on their swords
not enough liars
they just tell the truth...
Friday 29th April 2016 6:37 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Small hours | Reflections on a victory | Common or Garden | The lawnmower man | Royal ascendancy | Windows | Just a muffled thud | Café Central (during resurgence) | Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark | Just a muffled thud | Eliane | From Crooksbury Hill (a dog fight) | Arrow | Haiku or hari-kari | In The Sun | A call to arms | Buried under words | Head in the Sand | Solitaire | Papier Nacht (manifesto of a tyrant) | Shore leave | Crimes against mysanity (notes to an alter ego) | In the desolate valley | Glass house | Resting pulse | Imagined land | Memento Vivere | Spike | On Chicken Street | Write lite | Rabbit |
Windblown blossom swirls
Bereft of maternal bough
Dancing to dirges
Friday 29th April 2016 3:03 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Mirage | Haiku: Crying | Haiku: Clarity | Haiku: Salivating | Haiku: Jealousy | Haiku: Sloth | Haiku: Raptorous | Haiku: Unpredictable | Haiku: Perceptions | Haiku: Misplaced | Haiku: Reaping | Haiku: Katana | Haiku Combo: Seasonal Reign | Haiku: Axemen | Haiku: Unsettled | Phoenix | Haiku: Stream of Thought | Haiku: Getting Wet | Haiku: Recycled | Haiku: Pleading | Haiku: Budding Romance | Haiku: Arachnophobia | Haiku: Anxious Audience | Haiku: First Dance | Haiku: Dead Sleep | Haiku: On Today's Menu | Haiku: Exhalation | Haiku: Birthpool | Haiku: Deadpool | Haiku: Ousted | Haiku: Exultation | Haiku: Clouds |
Every day I push myself through this world
Bending and creaking
Ejecting splinters so small
Not even I can see them.
Every month I pull the wiry wigged head
Of humanity's shine to its own bastardization
Closer to my breast
Hoping its nuzzle will be less coarse.
Every pay day it feels soft,
For a moment
Then looks up at me with wooden teeth
Friday 29th April 2016 2:06 pm
Also by Corr Lens:Pay | Looking to teach a class |
A pink petalled breeze
on a clear-sunned day
only one lone tree
shadows me away
Miss Pretty Polly parrot was a-screeching
In the trees
she ‘caw, caw, caw,'
but she never-ever
eerie is the night
cat's green eyes
a spider's surprise
bullets for my eyes
‘my friend is i...
Friday 29th April 2016 9:40 am
Also by John E Marks:Heaven |
I thought about something,then I thought
why am I thinking that thought?
thought I knew better
than to be thinking thoughts like that
thought I'll try not to think about that thought again
thought that would be best
I forgot thinking about that thought
that I should'nt have been thinking about
and went back to thinking about the the thought
that I was t...
Friday 29th April 2016 8:37 am
Also by Jemima Jones:Black day | browsings (respecting the opening line) | faded follower | home | lasting look.Dedicated to Stef Wilde | Blackbird in Winter | for old times sake | where Elephants can live in matchboxes | Haiku:Prime Moneyster | last one out,at last! | Goodbye to the Sun | dip | a sport it is not! | fat lot of use | offspring |
a muttering crowd gathers
'round a well of human tears
they lower dirt-sodden buckets to recover
the wet product of night terrors,
tumult and nascent fear
an ejaculate shower glistens
on the dead leaves and automobiles
while nature howls
then hunkers down in silence
posturing for the next kill
Friday 29th April 2016 1:36 am
Also by elPintor:getaway car |
for blaring into his day;
She is simply happier
when couched in her mumbles of grey
They have their blinkers on
They leave the paths untrodden
While the world chokes out a song
It's a choice that they embrace
They know the Earth keeps turning
At its' baffling, blurring pace
Thursday 28th April 2016 11:17 pm
Also by David Lindsay:To Fill a Gap* | Measure by Measure | The Bend | Computer Error | The Fox | Keeper of The Heads | Fools Rush In | The Pen | Money |
suspended in solitude.
I am between yesterdays cushions of pleasure
and todays nails of loneliness
this is when tempting thoughts
of forbidden fruits
need to be tasted
I have no concerns
about the fear
of letting myself fall
it is beautiful and bizarre
as to where I can be taken to
by these thoughts
places my body wants to...
Thursday 28th April 2016 10:20 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Bad boy sleb | advice to a bore | Detoxed | Royal telegram | soiree remembered | option-less | In his manner-less Man-ness | Final visit | Beach walking at night |
All pigs are pigs
all hacks are hacks
Apply this logic
then stand right back
All black is black
all white is white
In the gulf between
you’ll lose your sight
and just might drown
in what you’ve sewn
by dumbing down
all that’s known
Thursday 28th April 2016 7:16 pm
Also by harry:Rag Doll | The Lion and the Unicorn (from sea to shining sea) | Career development |
They ran wild in woods
Full of bears
And carried bells
And pepper spray
To keep the bears at bay
They knew no fear
The road was clear
Safety a written rule
They laughed and frolicked
And mocked the wild life
with their bells
And hid behind
Until one day
Invited to stay
At a vets on the hill
In weather a
Thursday 28th April 2016 7:14 pm
Also by Phil Kay:Punks and the Dolls. | My Son My Sun | Blaire Peach 1979 | Write now every day. | Cancer Care (or anything else for that matter) | Your Seven | The thief of life. | Don't be the fool. | Dancing in the mind. |
Thursday 28th April 2016 6:31 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Hillsborough ll | Hillsborough | wetting her lips |
To find the muse I know not how;
As skittish wench or sacred cow.
She’ll tantalise and lead you on,
But suddenly you find her gone
And left you with a knotted brow.
The words won’t come at all somehow,
As gloomily your head will bow;
Though you contrive to battle on
To find the muse.
Those hopeful dreams of verse endow
Your aspiration here and now
Thursday 28th April 2016 5:47 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:He Lies In Wait | See Me | Wonky Old Pots | Winter’s Shroud | Donegal Haibun | Spring Haibun | You Lit A Raging Fire | Belfast | Seasons | Urban Fox |
THE ROYAL CHARTER
(Wrecked off Moelfre, Anglesey 1859)
From Melbourne to Liverpool bound
in less than fifty eight days, by sail
and steam the Royal Charter comes
via Queenstown in Ireland and around
the Skerries with cargo of wool and hides
weighted with golden dust and coins
from fortunes made in a far off land.
To Moelfre’s razor rocks on Anglesey coast
Thursday 28th April 2016 1:09 pm
Twenty seven years of sleepless nights
enduring a lifetime of injustice.
Fighting endlessly to clear the name...
of friends and loved ones wrongly blamed.
Justice should have been swift and free,
but corruption was present from the start
and lay at the heart of this tragedy.
Adding pain and deepening their misery.
Always dignified. Unflinching in their efforts,
the strength it has...
Thursday 28th April 2016 9:23 am
Thursday 28th April 2016 6:05 am
I love you and I trust you and just really want to say,
I know you wern't meant to stay by through the long, tiring days.
I love you guys and leaned on you in my times of need,
You protected me and cared for me and made me very aware of my need.
I see my need for family, the loving imperfected whole.
The ones who keep you close, even when you're mad and choose to take a stroll.
Thursday 28th April 2016 2:14 am
Also by Victoria Nicole Jackson:The Lukewarm |
Have you forgotten? Oh so easily you forgotten. I am you. I am the darkness that consumes your primitive mind. Wrath,Lust, and Greed that eats the last ray of light in your soul. The carnal need that crawls under your skin. Ravaging your soul as I feast on your sins. Forever I will be the shadow haunting your primitive being
Wednesday 27th April 2016 10:36 pm
Also by Lilly Star:Affair | Traffic | Earth Child | Silence | Inner Self | (untitled) | Daddy's Strength | Betrayal | Withered | Faded |
I would have waited there
there under the scalloped canopy
where the firebuckets nestled
where a shadowed door waited too
with its brass handle loose with too much use
there I would have waited too
so that the day could progress
at a pace that suited the sun
in its lazy arc
before the day turned dark,
and the flower bed sprang
and the dusty broom loitered
Wednesday 27th April 2016 9:32 pm
Also by ray pool:PARK BENCH | A VALE OF TEARS | A FIGHT FOR LIFE OR DEATH (the spider and the wasp) | MY LADY | JAPANESE RIDDLES | WIND RISING | YOU'VE NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD | SHE MOVES WITH MYSTIC GRACE | BOGHOLE | SUBVERSIVE HAIKU | BRING BACK THE GHOSTS OF COMEDIANS | HANDGUNS | HUMIDITY | ENTERTAINMENT AT A DEMENTIA HOME | ARTHUR (musical mayhem) | CONSCIENCE | TYPE 2 DIABETES | SNOBS | DREAMFINDER GENERAL |
will welfare victims
wait for justice as long as
Wednesday 27th April 2016 8:25 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Lunar Eclipse 28.9.15 | madrugada | Victoria | Bluebell woods | Lukewarm Lover | Haiku: Luminous | Haiku trilogy: Syria | insomnia | Haiku: Skies | Haiku: Sunset beach | Panama fallout | Haiku: Tax corruption | Panama scandal and atrocities of government | SCROUNGERS! | Haiku: Easter weather | Haiku: Easter news |
Is Always Be
Imamu Amiri Baraka taught, “Is always be,” I’ve interpreted it many ways because I’ve had time to contemplate what it means and why it resonates. “The changing same,” sometimes depresses me but mostly there’s assurance that I’m not the first to face struggles for freedom and self-determination in worlds fenced off from each other with barbed wire. Change like the Mississippi River ...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 6:13 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Asphalt Sky |
Tits and thighs
Mum and Dad
crush you if I cared to
But I don't
Wednesday 27th April 2016 6:03 pm
Also by Joyti:Haiku: Method Poets | Haiku: No new sand castles | Haiku: For mechanics | Haiku:Robert Johnson was a waiter | Haiku: Michelangelo Haiku | Haiku: Edible Spring | Haiku: Pied Piper Haiku | Haiku: Impeached Haiku | Haiku: Addict | Haiku for the single handed sailor | Hill walking Haiku | Hari-Kari Haiku |
Now you’ve done it.
Now we’re done.
You’ve waved the flag and brought the bull
You’ve been an astronomic fool
I’m just like you
In tremulous swell
I warned you once
I warned you twice
I even fucking warned you thrice
But there you go
You take no heed
And now you want to cry and plead
You drew back your arrows
Wednesday 27th April 2016 3:58 pm
Also by Shonda Hurley Bell:Waiting | Tetris | Tetris | Stay | Nursing Home |
This is legendary,
When Botolph pillaged Burgundy
And stole Gengulphus’ Rod from a reliquary
He thought he was about
He planted the naked wand in the precincts of
A long abandoned Celtic chapel
Across the Channel Sea
The desiccated stump
Like Aaron’s Rod
Flourished to a spreading
St Botolph’s Abb...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 4:29 am
Also by Rick Gammon:"Rachel" | "Chuck" | "Come Dancing" | "Coming of Age in Oxford" |
What devils do I dance with
in the darkness
of my dreams
only those of a past forgot
that vanish with my screams.
Wednesday 27th April 2016 4:01 am
Also by JustAnotherPoet:haunted | upon the stair | where are you? | way up high | it's all over now | destiny | Welcome to my Nightmare | private obsession | antique memory | only at night | War for Peace | the wounded night | little ghost | i won't go | rock bottom |
I was zooming up the road
The other day
Saw you on the pavement
Walking towards me.
Put the window down
Gave a few loud hoots
Of my extremely loud horn
Stuck my arm out of the window hole, and waved.
Ah! Oh dear!
Sorry if I startled you.
Made you jump.
Gave you a heart-attack.
A genuine case of mistaken identity....
Tuesday 26th April 2016 9:33 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:Suspicion | Not really a poem | Light hearted | Dogs and Truth | Poles apart and fun | Thoughtful (and fun) | A bit of fun | Old boyz in the hood | Downward spiral | Pigeons |
She sits in the doorway, knees bent,
A pout on her face, her cheeks flushed,
Ivory dress falling and pooling on the floor.
Green eyes open, lashes lift upward
And her brow creases ever so slightly.
Her lips purse as her long, light brown hair sweeps backward in the wind.
It is morning, it is evening, it is nighttime
All at once.
The sun rises and sets, ...
Tuesday 26th April 2016 7:37 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Quote page... To be updated | I write Cake not Poetry | The Scarlet Thread | April Eighteenth | Adenosine | Not all hurricanes bring destruction. | Not so gentle reminders | The Empty Stage |
Sun Bleached Bones
someone put it in the sun
and hoped that it would grow
but others said it wouldn’t
and they were right you know
not everything that’s in the sun
is bathed in warming light
a lot of it is hard and cold
and isn’t very bright
someone put it in the sun
and hoped that it would sell
but right minded individuals
can tell a lie by smell
Tuesday 26th April 2016 4:59 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones | This Is England | The Parchment, The Bullet & The Word | Tumbleweed |
Without her I am nothing
Comparable to Christmas with a light dusting
I feel incomplete
I just need to hear her speak
To feel the brush of her skin,
To feel The warmth of her breath as our lips come to a close
I love her to an extent she'll never know
Young lovers caught in turmoil
Only finding hope in each other
I pray to our God that we're together
Tuesday 26th April 2016 1:30 am
Also by Joshua:Weathered Friend | My Poen | Cup |
When your in my dreams it's bitter sweet.
I can see your smile
Hear your voice
Feel your touch
Taste your kiss
Smell your skin
But when my eyes open your gone again.
Tuesday 26th April 2016 12:38 am
Also by Sn0w:Never Ending Loop | Searching | Coming out of shock | Craving | Mike | Without You | Suddenly Gone |
A two finger salute to reverance
I say fuck to peace on earth
Let the meek and mild rise up
And take paradise for all it's worth
Harmony be broken
Revelation anger filled
I pray angels turn to demons
In none acceptance of what's willed
Harps be smashed by celestial choirs
Halo's smeared with shit
In protest against self proclaimed lords of fate
On glory of heaven I...
Monday 25th April 2016 10:04 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:Post Frontier |
All I want is you,
but seems like yo ex-bitch still wants you too,
so what is a girl to do,
you must choose one and boy don't be no fool,
late nights and early morning conversations was all that it took,
I got sucked into you and I couldn't get enough,
time is never on our side,
but on our stick shift adventures,
I'd let you be the guide,
I'm not like the re...
Monday 25th April 2016 5:44 pm
I am thunder.
I am the roar of the waves,
crashing, suffocating, breathing my howls
into your bones.
Smearing my wrath and power across your
and branding my smile onto your lungs,
a sight that cannot be obliterated.
I am the night.
I am the explosion of stars,
the beauty of the eclipse.
The music of the moon, the dance
of the sun.
The Earth foams with my words
and trembles ...
Monday 25th April 2016 5:59 am
In fertile Asgard, one autumnal day,
the skies hung low, the stags not far did stray.
The goddess Freyja wept red tears of gold,
and seated by the Well of Urd, her sorrow told:
'You valleys, echo far and wide my song,
that might it reach the ears of whom I long -
- my Oor - for you my aching heart still yearns;
though absent long, the flame inside still bur...
Sunday 24th April 2016 10:00 pm