Poetry Blog by NICK ARMBRISTER (2021, old)
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We gather high upon the hill
To do our ritual and spells
It’s dark up here with a breeze
Just like it was five thousand years ago
Our ancestors met up here
And did what we did here
One long connected circle line
We add to that each year
The veil thins and we chant songs
Their words have meaning
Carefully put together for this act
Reaching out ...
Sunday 10th January 2021 10:01 pm
good you understand
not many do
some are judgemental
yes its possible
to have too much
of a good thing
living on a mountain than hikes
we are all old souls
some just dont realize
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:56 pm
In less than an hour it will be 1997.
In this short time do you remember?
Do you shrug off the past to make way for the future
or do you hold on to the dying year
seeing every minute disappear before your eyes?
On this, the last day we have been covered by snow
and frozen by the cold as the old God Cronus turns
his hour glass over for ano...
Friday 10th February 2012 7:38 pm
The musty smell of the old pub fills the air.
It reminds me of an old house –
how many people have lived, loved and laughed?
It reminds me of an old bus –
how many people have journeyed,
have missed deadlines through
delays, have dreamed.
All that is old, all that is mustiness.
Friday 3rd February 2012 2:53 pm
CITY UNDER THE SEA
Thousands of years ago there stood a huge prosperous city on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.
Sea level was lower then and the ocean was smaller and less deep. Over the years the sea level rose, covering and drowning this magnificent place.
Many people tried to stay to ride out the storm but the flood of water became deeper and deeper until it was ...
Tuesday 24th January 2012 6:33 pm
We drive past a cottage in the country
with its quaint decorative bricks
coloured and weathered by age.
The east wall overlooks an overgrown field
with three huge windows hung with old curtains
hiding a burning oil lamp.
This small cottage is two centuries old
and everyone has lived here
from old Victorian families to a modern eighties wri...
Tuesday 13th December 2011 1:45 pm
An alabaster ceiling rose is ever so delicate,
a round swirling pattern that is a joy to look at.
It used to be white but now it’s all yellow
with centuries of grime and age old smoke.
People stop and wonder what went on under
the hanging lights, what was said, who loved
who and who dared to dance close.
Today the huge dance hall is empty...
Tuesday 6th December 2011 5:33 pm