Now happily into week number three of the 2016 National Poetry Writing Month, which is of course April. So just over half way and embracing all that the challenge offers, which includes reading all the many offerings from all the fine poets taking part. The prompts are certainly adding new depth and direction

 

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April 22nd

Poem for Earth Day

Timeless flight

Centuries falling

Lost in space

Times firmament

God forgiven

God feared

Truth obscured

Humanity deferred

Raging wars

Dark and light

Day and night

Cycles of time

Earth’s loop

Of evolution

Man rises

Man falls

Beauty unbound

Never found

Multitude illusions

Barren ground

Lost messages

Time diluted

Prison planet

No escape

Nature driven

Always winning

Mankind rises

Mankind falls

Cycles repeat

False religions

False prophets

False flags

Play along

Can’t go wrong

Four corners

Of delusion

Solid ground

Dreams shattered

Humanity wrecked

So what

Reality checked

Creator’s plan

Surely meant

Take time

Step away

No ego

Thrown away

Light shinning

Truth unbound

Hope shines

Earth endures

Elements surge

Planet power

Starting anew

Still hoping

Mega change

Creators watch

Game playing

Meant to be

Rising tides

Cracking earth

Fracked land

Washed away

Cleansing breath

Purity given

Life leased

Life gifted

Renewed earth

Renewed hope

Renewed humanity

Another chance

Writing wrongs

Finally singing

Evolution’s song

 

 

April 21st

When the pain subsides
And all we have left is music
Who will dance with me?

When the music fades
We’ll dance to our heart’s beat
Will you dance with me?

When our hearts grow old
And the tune is our soul’s beat
I will dance alone in death

 

April 20th

Tough days come and go
Hiding tears for just a while
One more coffee please

April 19th

How to Master the Vampiric Arts

 The first thing one needs to establish is to proceed with caution

If one does not have a ‘calling’ for this darkest of all Arts

Then one is best to leave well alone

Do not be fooled by the likes of Twilight or The Vampire Diaries etc

For there is nothing sexy about this ancient Art

For it is a basic need and want and cannot easily be controlled

By those unlearned of our ways

Do not seek a quick thrill in the vampire worlds

But seek life, seek to live and seek to evolve

Above all seek a teacher, seek a guide, even a sire

But fear not, tread with wariness and caution and everything you desire will come before you when the time is right

Don’t be surprised if we, the old ones seek you out first

For we know your very thoughts and your innermost feelings

And we may find you before you find us

If we invite you in, then graciously accept all that we offer you

For not everyone is offered a door, not everyone is bidden a welcome, a way into our forbidden worlds

Once accepted in, you are well on your way to learn the ways of the blood.

Forget about the glamour, the mythology of everything you have ever known about our ways

For we have been upon this earthly plain for aeons of time

Yet have remained hidden within the worlds of men

Once within our domain you will be invited to partake of the chalice of immortality

Drink deep and well my friends, savour the red wine of immortality

Yet do not forget that the chalice; the vessel may be of human form

Learn not to give in to squeamish acts, although one usually finds that at the moment of the rising blood lust this is never a problem

Once proficient in the basics you will be ready to begin your adventure within the world of humans.

Do not fear for them or be sorry for them; for them it will always be a great honour to be chosen as a life enhancer

Hence they enter the night time of our desires willingly and with acceptance.

Quest to find your own life enhancer, bond with them and sup on their beautiful blood as often as you need to

The more you are able to feed; to nourish yourself, the stronger you will become

Never take the gift of pure energy for granted, drink wisely and learn to cherish and savour every drop of the sacred life force

Over time you will begin to transcend your human form

You will be of yourself but so much more advanced and enhanced

All abilities will become honed to perfection as you embrace our ways

Your eyes will surely shine with an inner fire and your skin will glow with an ageless gleam.

But think well my friends before you come knocking on our doors

Our ways are not for the faint hearted

Or for those kin of humanity

We have our own ways

Our own kin

Our own rules

Our own houses

The clans do not take easily to the falsity of outsiders

But once the doors are open and you are proven to be one of the true kin

Then rest assured my friends

You will never ever want again.

Here endeth the first lesson

On becoming Vampire

 

April 18th

Strick rules, stinging canes
Children seen and never heard
But Jesus loves you….

 

April 17th

England where are you?
Hide not in multi layers
Rise and bloom once more

 

April 16th

I raged at the world
And the world turned scarlet
Blood was on the Rose

 

April 15th

She thought that the girl in the gilded mirror was just a reflection

Who only manifested each time she walked past

Along that old dusty, dark corridor alone.

 

The mirror, crackled by age was halfway along the corridor

Next to the antique occasional table

Dusty with neglect

 

There was a green glass vase on the table

Still displaying red roses long past their best

A few petals had fallen onto the floor

 

She often stopped there in front of the mirror

To stare at those deep green eyes staring back

From a face saddened with times tellings

 

If she stood to one side she could see the roses too

And tried to imagine them how they used to be

She tried that too on the lost face peering back

 

She wished the girl was real and that they could meet

Twin souls; what fun they could have

Sharing each other’s reversed worlds

 

Often a reflection of a painting shone brightly from the mirror

A painting not on the bare wall of her world

The portrait was of her

 

Where does she go to when I am not observing her?

Is it I who make her real?

The girl just looked back

 

One day she noticed the roses on the little table had been replaced

With beautiful fresh fragrant blooms

The blooms in the mirror were still dead

 

A new painting now hung on the wall opposite the mirror

It seemed be of her, yet older

The mirror appeared darkened now with age and grime

 

Taking a hanky from her pocket she began methodically rubbing the mirror

As she rubbed a voice whispered inside her head

Beware mirrors are the dark eyes of every trapped soul

 

But mirrors, as we know, hold dark magic as well as reflections

Old magic not the be messed with; curses

In the darkness she carried on rubbing that old cracked mirror

 

In the right circumstances old energies long dead can be re-awakened

She had wished and wished so hard

Daily into the mirror of curses

 

She had often wondered about the world in the mirror

A world that often seemed more real than her own

She began questioning her own reality

 

She felt trapped, had always felt trapped

With eyes close up to the deadly mirror

She watched her reflection; her living soul as she rubbed

 

The realisation when it came was as swift as a slither of mirror shard to the heart

For she had freed that old dark soul, that trickster who had waited for centuries

Yet her own trapped soul still stared back

 

In magic nothing ever comes for free; payments as we all know are required

The mirror remained dark and lifeless; the previous occupant vanished

And in the unending darkness she gasped in realisation; am I the reflection…….?

 

 

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