Poetry Blogs (2017, nature)
This is short and too the point.
no the Earth.
The Earth has given you two choices:
The first being as a scorpion trapped in the deceptive tangles of a well made web, a lemming in mans cycle of destruction, of both the mind and the physical.
The second being as a frog, cherishing the habitation and nurishment received by the lily pad that springs forth of the moist bed, allowi...
Sunday 26th November 2017 12:37 pm
You have always been my favorite,
The moment you reach the shore,
With every move you make,
To touch the sand,
Where I wait,
With every sound of splash,
To heal my soul,
Where I am.
You have always bewitched me,
The moment you creep towards the sky,
With every climb above the clouds,
To cast reflection,
Where I am,
With every ray you set free,
Wednesday 8th November 2017 7:23 am
She shimmers gold as barley
hands firm on trembling thighs
in landscapes insignificant
where painted memories dry
the meadow fills all senses
where they’d laid the grass pressed down
her soft wrists under palms
flesh opened like a silken gown
stretching low he holds the earth
like god made mortal now comes pain
and as the memory faded then
it flows ...
Sunday 22nd October 2017 10:11 am
The Swan Effect Your slender neck and wings so clean
Graceful movement, so serene,
The purest feathers which you preen
Are what attracts the eye.
Curves and power, gliding slow,
Majestic as a river flow
Sleek and gently strong you go
Wednesday 11th October 2017 7:06 pm
Roaming amongst the giants -
Sooth your mind when you lay next to me.
Trust upon your senses when you roam amongst my white giants.
Taste, when you take in my fruits.
Listen, when you hear me whispering.
Feel, when the lake gravitates up on you.
Watch, and see your spirit transcend away.
Smell, can you detect my presence?
In my kingdom.
Everything is redefined,
And i c...
Tuesday 15th August 2017 7:43 pm
Heart whipping the veins
And I'm accelarating faster
Till I beat the wind
My legs a blur
My legs will tire
But my spirit flies
Like the wind
With a whoosh
Thursday 13th July 2017 8:44 am
I am an artist of words,
an archer of the woods.
A constellation of the brightest stars.
An adventurous being,
with dreams that follow the galaxies.
I seek only wonders,
I seek only peace.
Not mistake me as an ordinary piece.
My arrow strikes in the souls of others.
It does not have an aim but it follows,
it stays inside like a deep wound.
It does not break, it just gets stuck.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:39 pm
quiet fills the bracken air
heavy horses graze
once burnished cannons rust
fiery barrels muffled
with thick crimean fur
that hurled ten thousand epitaphs
and turned young men to dust
The gorse is firm and unimpressed
by leather boot or track
the subalterns who charged here
are never coming back
they disappeared in flashes...
Thursday 11th May 2017 12:13 pm
Time goes on
The world does too
Our Nature grows and dies
Our technology expands and flies
We manifest and destroy
To make ends meet
Even with passing days
We forget about the increasing heat
Or the decreasing ice sheets
Nothing seems important
To global tyrants and corporations
But money and power
At the cost of decreasing our showers
We accept it whic...
Monday 8th May 2017 7:04 pm
It was a pretty little bird-box
he nailed against the wall,
sometime in bleakest February
before the Skylarks early call.
Pale blue in colour
a small perch for tiny feet,
he hoped that waking choruses
might serenade the sleepy street.
And his wife who loved his spirit
had watched him secretly from their room,
and wondered if the migrant birds
Tuesday 4th April 2017 6:59 am
All this indulgence in spring
the obsession with beginnings,
green chutes sprout through those trod in
when GAIA takes her winnings.
With false hope we hope
the cycle might shift the mass,
we mythologise the coming life
the bluebells in the grass.
The lambs so sweet and tender
but our cruel hearts don't miss a beat,
their chance of life is slender
Wednesday 29th March 2017 5:42 pm
Isn't it just like man
to alter clocks
to fit his plan
While Sun and Moon
that know no time
are synchronized to natures rhyme
Sunday 26th March 2017 8:06 am
Pylons, like join the dots for god,
stepping metalled tiptoes
over pond life and through the sod.
Linkedin for power sharing
tentacles course through walls,
they keep us warm and sheltered
they light our civic halls
Their younger care-free siblings
look down on them from high,
while out at sea unseen others
wave as ships pass by.
And higher st...
Thursday 23rd March 2017 5:32 am
Heron Taking Flight
Rickety, this ruckle
of struts and ragged canvas,
a collapsing tent
unmade by the earth,
by degrees cranks into
its one true element:
suggest a probable
leakage of fuel
before the tank exploded.
(Cockpit not located
Friday 3rd March 2017 11:52 am
The Isles of Scilly are a jumble of granite scraps thrown down twenty-eight miles west from the coast of Cornwall. Five of them offer shelter and a living for some one and a half-thousand people. Needless to say, for a community that sits permanently in the eye of Atlantic storms through the winter, and basks in beautiful, temperate Gulf Stream-fed summers, there is no shortage of ...
Thursday 16th February 2017 6:02 pm
The sharp-toothed skirmisher of January past
passes its knives by her cheeks;
the hillside heralds its shredded brown visage,
winter’s wolf howls the bitter conquest of the moors.
The season of concealing crowns and faces,
of cautious feet across the maze of wilted souls
to reach the lone tree, grey lightning petrified in time.
Frozen into the bark are age and time.
Monday 9th January 2017 4:51 pm