A Selection from NaPoWriMo

A selection of the month’s creative and earnest writings, making a connection to all the wonderful poets whom i share my creativity with…

April 30th

So thus shall i depart
From the challenge poetic
Dear friends and true
Let me bid you adieu

April 29th

I remember intricate ice patterns on the freezing cold window panes
I remember cold breath that froze instantly in the air in the bedroom
And slipping bravely between icy cold sheets that took my breath away
I remember laying in bed so ill for two weeks and writing my first poem
I remember feeling different and not wanting to be one of the crowd
And of escaping into my own world where books and art were all I needed
I remember always loving animals and the natural world
I remember long days spent exploring fen droves and rolling in haystacks
And fishing for stickle backs in steep banked ditches that no longer exist
I remember my pale blue bike and how we travelled around the fen lanes together
I remember the day of the gigantic white water spout over Ely
And how we all stopped and stared in amazement not knowing what it was
I remember rummaging for hours on end in the stationary and book shop
I remember the magic on every shelf as I discovered each treasure that revealed itself before me
And in the magic of my wonder I was suspended, floating in a spell of timelessness
I remember the harsh control at home; of being shouted at; just too scared to breath
I remember a sterile, aggressive environment and of just wanting to be me; to be seen
I remember vowing forever to break this curse for ever…..

April 28th

A drop of pure love
Is all it takes to blossom
Yet true love blooms rare

April 27th

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Upon a lost love gone for years; upon a life lost too
Why so young was angel taken?
Why so young was life forsaken?
Suddenly snatched from mortal realm
With ne’re a chance to say goodbye
With ne’re a chance to wipe my tear
That fell upon my cheek so soft
And so I pondered long and lonely, feeling weary seeking solace
To quest his long lost resting place
A place I knew ere in my dreams
For never in my waking hours his tomb would come to me
That churchyard old and dark I saw
In daytime nothing stirred at all
Why in my dreams and not on earth
I pleaded every night whilst there
In dreams of night his name I call
Through deaths dark door he whispers mine
I wander long, alone and teary, vainly searching, vainly seeking
For that which I am so unsure
A tomb maybe, a gravestone marked; a spot upon some barren ground?
In death and dreams he calls me home
My name he calls upon the winds
In waking hours my torment thrives upon my wretched life
My dreams are that which take my soul
To pleasures black tormented realm
Oh death, oh lover why taunt me so?
I beg you leave my dreams
Yet take me home to be with thee
For in this world I can not live
Yet can not die in yours
Sweet freedom free me from this curse
Of searching lost and lonely
For a love lost in the realms of men
In my dreams his tomb I find
In churchyard dark and dreary
And so upon a midnight weary I wander in that graveyard dreary
In deaths dark realm for evermore…..

(inspired again by The Raven)

April 26th

Some days words don’t come
Some days words beget darkness
Some days words just kill

April 25th

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Listening to an old scratched record playing tunes of old for me
Rock and Roll will never die; will live inside my soul; my soul for evermore
The heartbeat of my life and times; the music score of life
Every action a tune within; every thought a beat
Every dream a soundtrack written, a melody of life
Time and tide will march to music; all life’s a tune for evermore and more
My backing track of daily actions, my score of hopes and dreams
And so I ponder on the music; sweet harmonies that shape my life
Midnight weary, not midnight dreary as I crank it up once more
People come and people go, a very fact of life
But tunes endure and shape our world; I know that fact for sure
That old scratched vinyl forever playing will leave me nevermore

(thanks to EAP and his wonderful Raven)

April 24th

Words from a past life
Enter my deamtime to mock
Silent tears at dawn

April 23rd

Inspiration arrives upon the dark wings of night
Stretching forth into endless blackness
Where only the soul survives
Yet upon these dark wings of night
Dawn’s bright hour comes upon a stillness
A stillness of soul that can only be answered by the heart
It is of a rustling of leaves upon a still summer’s day
The tinkling of water in an ancient hidden meadow
It is the call of the wild within us all
The stag, the deer, the fox
Yet it is of a falling backwards into dreams
Back to the Old Ones
Who knew how to fly
Those who have taught you
Yet you knew it not
Dark and as dangerous as falling
Eyes wide shut from the cliff edge
It is of a spreading of wings
Of a inner knowing that you can fly
It is of faith, of hope, of trust
Hold the darkness by the silken thread of life
Grasp the soft black velvet of night
And fall into sweet unsuffocating slumbers
Where dream become reality
And futures are forged in the fires of returning souls
Be unbound
Be you
Be free
Be the star
And the sun
And the moon
Be all and more
Sink then into the dark night of the soul
Become the night wings of inspiration
And know it to be your time

Dark Angel

 April 2016

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NaPoWriMo 2016: Week Two

Into week two of this years challenge and finding this a very enjoyable experience; i am in some cases now following the promts as given on the NaPoWriMo website; but if not following as such then finding inspiration in them. There are lots of other wonderfull poetry to be found on the website below, along with numerous poetry writing tips and prompts:

http://www.napowrimo.net/about/

 

DAY EIGHT

It lay in my bloodied hand
The rose cut fresh
Slicing flesh

Velvet red and sensual
Deep scarlet blooms
Hiding the thorns

Blooms where yesterday
Tightly wrapped buds
Sought the sun

And tomorrow petals
Fall dead
Upon sacred ground

I remembered the kiss
That cursed
At dusk

I remember his perfume
I brush my face
With the scarlet

Hidden thorns strike
Brushing my lips
With blood

Memories bloom in shadow
Curses never leave
Unlike the crumpled rose

 

DAY NINE

I stole just one kiss
A dark kiss not mine to steal
Dam it was so good

 

DAY TEN

Running and running yet somehow not getting anywhere
I may be dreaming I thought; this is not real
How can it be and how did I get here?
And the ‘English Place Name’s I encountered
As I ran by seemed just so surreal; unreal
I was on a quest; that much I knew
Seeking ‘The Keys of Enoch’
But only ‘The Goddess of The Labyrinth’ could help me find them
Where was she?
So in I tumbled head-long into the labyrinth
In a rather Alice-like fashion
Yet not a white rabbit in sight
Just old tales, old myths that wove in and out of my mind
On a repeat loop within my head
Chivalry and Knights, of deeds fought and won
Of mystery and magic
Jousting for the hand of a mythical princess
‘The Legends of King Arthur and his Knights’
Spiralled in and out of my brain as I sought the centre
‘The Hero Myths and Legends of the British Isles’ were birthed at The centre of this labyrinth or so the story goes
But how would I get there to find that elusive key?
Or would it simply take ‘The Thousand and One Night’
That I was told it would
But suddenly I was whisked off my feet Dorothy-fashion
By a spiraling storm that plucked me from the centre of the Labyrinth just as I reached it
I held on in the storm as dark winds roared around me
And rain beat down upon my head
And then it stopped, ceased, silence
And I found myself in front of the fallen angel
In ‘Rosslyn and The Western Mystery Tradition’
Home again where I belonged
With heart and soul combined as one

 

DAY ELEVEN

Golden childhood days innocently spent on timeless Norfolk beaches
Sun shining twenty four seven or so it seemed looking back
The long endless summer days where dreams and adventures came to life
And everyday normal life came to a standstill
Summer by the sea yet only two weeks out of real time
But two weeks when time and tide ceased to exist
Bright coloured buckets and spades were all we needed
And an enthusiastic dad who knew all the castle building tricks
For our constructions were always the biggest and most complicated with the longest and deepest moat
Fed by sea water as we held our breath at each approaching wave
We took it seriously and made fantasy worlds amongst the sands
Where princesses, dragons and wizards peopled our minature worlds
At night we donned huge black rubber inner tubes to float dream-like on the warm whispering salty waves
Then kicked for life and for the shore when the sea floor sank away
Fun fairs and penny arcades were an evening delight
Donned in pretty cotton dresses, frilly petticoats and clean white socks
A far cry from the day attire of elasticated swim suits clogged with wet sand
And ninety nines were the latest craze then
So devour them we did
The skies were ever blue, the sand always warm, our hair and toes always full of this damp gritty delight
We ceased to dream for we knew we had it all…
A dark vibe gathered over Europe

 

Day Twelve

Silk sheets and whispers

Passion flowing; fires building

Come the dawn; silence

 

Day Thirteen

Giving love to one
Forever in Shadow Land
Spirit tests the Soul

 

Day Fourteen

If I close my eyes tight and try not to cry
I can still see the blue waves on the shore
Washing over the magic circle inscribed
Upon the wet sand
Four poems you said
That was all it would take
A poem for each corner of the world

 

But the blue waves upon the shore
Seemed to pierce my heart
Breaking through the magic circle
I had cast tight around myself
A circle of hope
A circle of four poems
Squaring my circle

 

You were of this world you said
Yet I always saw your other worldy aura
The magic circle that surrounded you
With blue waves on the shore line; pulsating
I gave my heart
With four poems
But they took you home…..

 

 

 

Angel 2

 

NaPoWriMo 2016: Week One

So once again NapoWriMo has swung around and is in full swing. Always a great challenge to take part and yet at the same time always a delight; a delight also to see that i can still write a line or two and a delight to share and connect to other poets 🙂 So here are the poems of the first week. Please leave a comment if you like them 🙂

 

DAY ONE

Time to write anew
April and poetry time
Words and rhymes all fine

 

DAY TWO

Day two rambles on
Caught in random goings on
Plans all went so wrong

 

DAY THREE

Silent hearts bleed red
For love lost and true love dead
Dead hearts shed no tears

 

DAY FOUR

What a stony old path this life is

What a bumpy old ride to be sure

Where are we going to?

What shall we do?

And who are we for heaven’s sake?

 

Are we who we think we are?

How did we get to this Earth?

Who came before us?

Did they leave any trace?

And where did they go when they left?

 

The answers are all inside my head

I go with the flow of my dreams

I know the Earth is not what we think

And neither are we for sure

I hear the call of another place beyond the Earth and the Moon

 

What is the point of being on Earth?

What is the point of life?

The point is to live

In this present time

In this transient world of matter

 

Some can ascend yet many can not

Many will never know

Most are blind

And bound in the blood

Of a mortal and human form

 

When all dreams have died

And time has run out

And we stand on the shores of time

Can we honestly say we were kind to this Earth?

Did we honour our Mother at all?

 

So go grasp and embrace

Whoever you are

But beware of the thorn in the rose

See the blood flow

Over the desolate land

Feel the pain of the thorn in your palm

 

We all feel the fear

Yet not many will act

As we raise up the chalice of life

To all that we are, all that we were

And all we are yet to become

 

We came from the stars

From beyond our dreams

Into a prison planet existence

We tasted the drops of blood on our lips

As we revelled in countless deaths

 

Are we all that we think we are?

Are we more than this mortal coil?

Or are we deluded and safe in our dreams

Thinking that we are the ‘ones’

Who will change the course of mankind?

 

Stay safe in your dreams

As the curtain falls

As the veil of illusion is shred

Go dream the dreams of the dark and the light

As you go take your final bow.

 

DAY FIVE

From unhappiness beauty springs

From deep sadness a poet writes

Taking the depths of eternal night

The blackness and tears

The screams of the night

The angst and the rage

As you turn each page

Yes a poet writes each word for you

But you must read them to know

What a poet can do

 

DAY SIX

They were the days of wine and roses

Of the rivers not running dry

They were the days of endless summer

When we all could reach the sky

 

They were the days of daisy chains threads

Of playing in the park

The days of forgetting its tea time

And not coming home til dark

 

They were the days of fifties music

On a potable radio set

Of sitting outside on the wall

Of not lived to have a regret

 

We listened to Elvis and Buddy

Mourned when Marylyn died

But three steps behind them came Eddie

Our innocence was no surprise

 

They were the days of mascara and lipstick

Sling-backs and petticoats huge

Listening to jukeboxes in cafes

Where frothy coffee was all of the rage

 

Watching American movies

In Technicolor on the big screen

The latest Bobby and Sandra

Just really had to be seen

 

We stood in the aisles to see Elvis

G.I. Blues was the latest thing

Blue Hawaii was standing room only

But we simple had to get in

 

Then along came Billy and Marti

And all of the sixties hot crew

Hotly pursued by the Beatles

And then life started anew

 

Totally immersed in the music

Never missing a beat

We danced all the fads on the dance floor

Life could never have been so sweet

 

But nothing last for ever and youth and innocence fades

Tears dabbed the horizon like storm clouds

The day Buddy and Eddie were gone

But true love ways never die; Peggy Sue still echoes so loud

 

The days of innocent youth may be over

But the mascara and lipstick stayed

As the did the vinyl and music

Playing out till the end of my days…

 

DAY SEVEN

Barefoot on the grass

Sensual and delicious

Cool stolen kisses

 

 Pre raph for poems

NaPoWriMo: Week no 4 of the Poetry Writing Challenge for April

 

 

 

 

The Watchers

We have always been here

Have always wandered the earth

Undetected

Some say we exist only in folklore

And we will not argue with that

Tis our safety net

Through the centuries we have watched you

Watched you as you tore yourselves apart

We saw you destroy yourselves

And your planet

But we always loved you

Loved our creations

But we had to let you be

Let you grow

And make your own mistakes

Our children

Naughty children

Every so often

Some of you would grow

Evolve

Rise above the rest

So we took you back

Claimed you as our own once more

Allowing you

Over time to become one of us again

And thus the cycle began again

The Watchers watching over the earth

Just as it always was

Just as it always is

And just as it always will be

We are here watching

Guarding

Over the affairs of men

You know us not

We know you well….

April 30th

 

 

Poet?

Am I a fake when I say I am a poet?

Writing poetry for nigh on 50 years;

Give or take.

So why that novice feeling?

I try and learn my craft

Yet my peers seem so assured and confident

Causing me to trip and fall down that clichéd rabbit hole.

Falling and fake

I am tiny and unseen.

I sip the glass of terror

That hides the secret potion

And shrink Alice-like

Wanting to hide in my own Wonderland.

Yet here I am reading aloud

To a sea of smiling, friendly faces

Greeting me behind Chesire cat-like smiles

I see no bodies, just huge, smiling grins.

What lies behind those smiles I wonder?

If Alice can do it – so can I

I will grow and grow and face the fears inside my head

And make the mad hatter brew me strong back coffee.

Away with his insipid tea!

So then here’s a start; my start

I take my stand

Yes god dam it

I am a poet!

April 29th

 

 

 Free Flying

Floating like a minute speck of dust in a universe of eternity

I suddenly realise how unimportant and tiny I am.

In a vast sea of time that is no time at all,

It just is what it is.

Here on earth life is so fleeting,

I am so fleeting and so transient.

I am the smallest speck in the blink of a vast universal eye.

My human ego wants me to be more,

Yearns to be more.

My journey is just beginning;

Can this be acknowledged I wonder?

By those who ‘see and observe’?

Can I go on?

Can I fully grow outside of the confounds of earthly time?

Do I need to be corporeal to exist?

Do I need to be corporeal to be me?

My thoughts float upon the shore of time;

They float up and away into the deep, deep darkness beyond our Star.

Me in spirit robes.

If I send my thoughts out

Far and wide to anywhere where I choose

Is that me in spirit form?

Can I fly forever free

Or am I always bound by the golden cord that binds?

Who is the real me,

The one within

Or the one without?

I send my thoughts out far and wide

Upon the butterfly wings of cause and effect.

In time I may truly follow

Or maybe in reality I am already in that other world of wonder

Where time, movement and matter do not exist.

Maybe I do fly free

And I always have done

And this reality I know as life

Is me within the world of matter

Taking  a vacation from who I really am.

28th April

 

 

Screaming and Dreaming

There are those times in life when you wonder about life

Those days when there are many more downs than ups

Those days when the needs of others outweigh ones own

Today is one such day

And all one wants is a cuddle

But one keeps silent and maybe a poem or two can do the trick

Can come to ones rescue and let the silent scream escape

To travel upon the winds of the universe

To maybe hitch a ride on the back of a passing angel

On his way to paradise

April 27th

 

 

For all the Animals Trapped…

Think about all the helpless animals crying in the laboratories

Think about their suffering; so many of them die a death of utter pain

For the testing is all useless; the experiments don’t work

They are them; they are not us, their bodies are so different

Their bodies, their systems, do not work like ours

But the Home Office, in its unwisdom degrees this to go on

All this torture, all this blood and all this death

Many other ways of research can now be utilised

Ways of testing all the drugs upon this earth

No longer do we need the cages; the innocents may roam free

All of us are truly beautiful, are gorgeous inside and out

We do not need to torture others to establish this true fact

For beauty comes from deep within, from the centre of our souls

The power to change, the power to love is right within our hands

Medicine has come so far with human tissue cultivated

To be used for us, instead of them, instead of all the torture

In freeing them, we free ourselves to walk as one together

No other species, only human does all this harm to others

Where is the right, where is the Order that we can do all this?

Who gave us all this misplaced power to justify our acts on others?

Be brave, be strong and take a stand; shout the message loud and clear

Love and Light is all we need so set all creatures free.

In future days, in future times; if we ever get to that

What will be the legacy we leave upon these pastures green?

In future times in future worlds the truth it will be told

What is our chapter in the book – it does not look good to me.

Is it too late to change the ways of a species gone to waste?

Who knows – not I, but I live in truth of my own personal philosophy

To spread the word, to heal the hate, to set all creatures free

To live a life of pure intent; to be the best that I can be

For to spill the blood of innocents is not my game and will never, ever be.

April 26th

 

 

Her Spring Gown

Cambridge put on her best spring outfit today

And looked resplendent

A fascinator of fluffy white clouds adorned her hair

Pink blossoms and white draped over her shoulders

Gently cascading to the ground in the gentle breeze

Every footstep lushly echoed the vibrant green

And green velvet moss became each footfall

I wandered in wonder

Opening up my heart

Following her every footstep

I was becoming me again

Floating without care upon a pure blue sky

I was the dancing blossoms in the warm air

Finding me

Finding my song

I was Cambridge in the spring today

And felt resplendent

April 25th

 

 Beauty Deep and Light

Peering out long into the void

Reveals that there is no void

On the outside

 

For the outside is magic

Is beautiful, unending

And stupendous

 

Deep into the darkness

On the out side

Is where the magic and mystery lie

 

It is where the unending truth resides

And where the search for truths begins

It is the quest we long for

 

It is the yearning of the soul

On the darkest night

Calling all home

 

For those who seek the Light

May cross the void

So the void is no more

 

We are starlight and endless

We are above and beyond

All that is know

 

We can go on and on

Until the world is just a speck

A tear in the eye of the multi-verse

 

No the void is not out there

For it is bound by blood

It is the darkness deep within the flesh

April 24th

 

For all the animals...
For all the animals…

NaPoWriMo: Week no 3 of the Poetry Writing Challenge for April

Nonsense Rhyme

Words and rhymes and news and views

Barriers, boundaries, roads and gates

Eat your words

Rhyme your slang

Read the news

And air your views

Over the barrier

Cross the boundary

Up the road

And through the gate

Eat the air

Rhyme the news

Up over the gate

To cross the road

A bit of nonsense

I know too well

A meaningless poem

Cos I’m tired as hell!

 21st April

 

 

Dark Desire

I love a little hidden café

Down a backstreet of the world

A tiny door, a little step

A secret place for sure

In my little hidden corner

A refuge from the world

To dream awhile, escape a while

To sup, of that I’m sure

A double espresso

Oh yes please

Let me savour every drop

And escape into my dreams

You won’t find me in Starbucks

Or Costa that’s for sure

Or sipping tasteless liquid

That’s masquerading for the pure

So I hide in my dark corner

And sip the sacred brew

A bean that in its destiny

Became the elixir of my life

I love to hide in cafés

The dark ones are the best

Away from life and mundane things

A date with aromatic pleasure

So dark seductive liquid

In my hidden world

You are mine and I am yours

Just one more please mister….

21st April

 

 

Seasons of Life

We bloom like pink cherry blossom in Springtime’s gentle light

Running wild with Summer’s flame with no thoughts of tomorrow

Yielding to sweet Autumn’s timely harvest we slow our pace

And when Winter comes we sleep eternally on snow chilled land

To rise again amongst the bennu bird of paradise foretold

20th April

 

 

Crossroads

We sat together,

Alone and solitary

Staring emptily

At each other across the table

Not holding hands

The chasm was enormous

Unspoken words pored out

Holding us in their thrall

Before tumbling

Into an empty vastness

Two lives unlived

Opportunities never taken

Promises unfulfilled

Held stagnate by chilled emotion

Silent words screeched out

For freedom

Poignant screams fell

Heavily into the void

Of unspoken heartache

Where did we go wrong?

At what point was the love

All over?

Where did it go

When it died?

I sighed, bodily

Yet still no words

The black pit between us

Reflected in our tear stung eyes

Don’t go

I wanted to scream

But instead choked

I knew not what you thought

I love you

But my words went unsaid

You moved to go

I moved towards the door

Both in opposite directions

We had already

Become the past

April 19th

 

 

Birthday Poem

Sunshine and children

Laughter and families

Walking and running

And kicking a ball

Twilling and whizzing

Climbing and sliding

Skipping on green grass

Fun for all

These are the days

Of memory making

Hugging and kissing

Having a ball

Happing in sunshine

Wearing a smile

Three generations

Passing time

Enjoying a cycle

A returning sun

All of us happy

Feeling so young

Life is so fleeting

We all need to grab it

Hold on to the laughter

Have lots of fun

April 18th

 

 

A Cursed Kiss

I watch you from the shadows

Half hidden

Bathed in darkness

And expectation

The taste of twilight on my lips

Adorned on yours a ruby smile

A beautiful red blood rose blooms

A nocturnal garden of sweet delight

I move closer

Ah if only you knew my desire

If only you could know me

For who I truly am Instinct and dark desire

Deny this Released from my forbidden shadow

Our eyes meet for one brief moment

No remorse

No guilt

My kiss of fate

Is cast upon your life

April 17th

 

 

Wonderment

Surround me in your green

Dapple me in your sunshine

Bathe me in your rays of beauty

I shall lie beside you

Warm and glowing

In the velvet of your meadows

And when the rains return

Shall thy cleanse my soul

As I return to wonderment

Bury me in your woods of old

Cradle my spirit

In the all knowing of eternity

When the world falls away

And all that is left is the love

Your embrace will go on

15th April

 

 

Times Passing

From the shore line

I gaze across the sea

Towards the future

Wondering

Grassy dunes behind

Cannot ever

Hide my past

Acceptance

Rooted in the present

Cold rivulets

Soul fire quenched

Breathe

Storm clouds coming

Eyes close

Waves splash

Rise

14th April

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NaPoWriMo: Week Two of the Poetry Challenge

Sacred Words

One never hungers

At the altar

Of the written word

Words and thoughts

Pray for release

To be eternally recorded

Scribed into history

Time lost in scribblings and writings

Whole days devoured by time

Vast worlds of illumination

Unending

Is it a real world?

You ask

But it is my world

And as real to me

As yours to you

I the creator

Of a world of words

A living sacrament

Bleeding on to virgin white

Drip…drip…drip

Words that drip like life-blood

Upon my thirsty soul

A constant flow

Upon my life

Sacred offerings

To my sanity

My lifeline

My flow of love

Within my life

I am blessed

April 8th 2015

 

 

Dam Skeleton

I can’t remember exactly when

The skeleton got in the cupboard

But I must have put it there

Otherwise how did it get there?

Secreted under killer heels never worn

And black boots that are

Rattling bones of life

Draped in yesterdays clobber

Old bones, new bones

Hidden behind mountainous ironing

Destined for the charity run

Slumbering in the knowledge

That they are buried safe and sound

For now

Hidden ominously in my cupboard

This skeleton

Brittle bones of memory

Yet clattering’s of present times too

Rattling around

Lurking

Hiding

In the safety of the closet

Bare bones of truth hidden

One long spiky digit

That used to be a finger

Hooks itself under the door

F**k this I shout

And kick shut the door

April 9th 2015

 

 

A kiss…

One single kiss

It was only a kiss

One single cursed kiss

A wanted kiss

A craved for kiss

A kiss of life

A kiss from death

One single beautiful kiss

Simply a kiss

That was all it was

Just a kiss

A doomed kiss

A forbidden kiss

Heralding midnight

Binding

Just one kiss

A bloodied kiss

A twilight kiss

From velvet lips

Heavily ruby stained

A kiss

Such a kiss

Once kissed

Never unkissed

Never ungiven

Always beholden

To the one

With rose nectar smeared

Upon blood-rose lips

In blood ties bound

By life as now by death

April 10th 2015

 

 

A ‘word a line’ poem birthed from insomnia…

Night, Dark, Sleep, Rest, Pain, Hurt, Withdrawn, Yes, Hurting, Hide, Night, Dives, Panic, Endless, Swimming, Drowning, Headless, Sighing, Dying, Living, Crying, Surviving, Strength, Strong, Life, Long, Deep, Wonder, Hunger, Found, Love, Group, Hope, Hunger, Faded, Jaded, Heart, Soul, Live, Forever, Human, Never, Lips, Kiss, Hidden, Forbidden, Bound, Binding, Living, Dying.

Transforms into…

In the cradle of Night

Dark thoughts become palpable so Sleep eludes

A world of fleeting Rest, snuggling with Pain and Hurt

So Withdrawn and Yes still Hurting

Nowhere to Hide in a tragedy where Night Dives in Panic

Questing for you is an Endless cycle

Swimming in the hope of finding you

Yet Drowning in the reality of not

Diving Headless into truth

Real time thoughts Sighing into Dying

But forever Living

Yet Crying for freedom

Somehow Surviving with Strength unknown

Strong with the blood of Life

Yet the Long soul search

Of a Deep soul connection and a Wonder

Is the Hunger not Found

The Love that exists in spirit; above and beyond

Group Hope into Hunger

Not Faded

Never Jaded in this land of eternal midnight

A Heart and Soul can speak, can Live Forever

Cast into a Human shell

Never once were scarlet Lips

Satiated by one sweet Kiss

Worlds Hidden, love Forbidden

Hearts Bound in a Binding

Call this Living?

I call this Dying?

12th April 2015

 

 

The White Rose

I gave you a pure white rose

You held it in your hand

And stared into space

The sun moon and stars bowed down

We were children of the universe

Caught in time

The path twisted and turned and spiralled in

We couldn’t loose our way

And yet we did

We were children of the universe

Lost in time

Still grasping one white rose

 April 13th 2015

 

 

In the Blink of an Eye

In the blink of an eye

Everything can change

In one fleeting moment

Life becomes death

In a twist of fate

Light become dark

And the sun no longer shines

Blood upon the knife

On the tide of eternity

Thoughts become deeds

The ebb-tide kisses the shore

The wind screeches cruelly

Between the heart beat

Of knowing and unknowing

A chasm of reality extends

The moment is captured

Upon the tip of the sword

The secrets of blood flow

Bleeding into a vastness

Of human unknowing

When the key of time

Is broke in the lock

And the seals all opened

The sword is the final word

When death stamps its seal

With its hardened hand

Mourn for that which is lost

That which never can be

In the blink of an eye

The universe spoke

The unspoken word

Blood dripped…

April 13th 2015

 

 

I Reveal…

Cranky?

Probably

Weird?

Definitely

Normal?

Not

Who am i?

Only I know

And maybe

Only I ever will

But each day that I write

A tiny part of me reveals

April 14 2015

Vampire Rose

The First Week of NaPoWriMo: my first seven poems of the challenge

Insomnia

In the long endless night

When I cannot sleep

I yearn for the solace of the daylight hours

I would rise now in darkness

But others annoyingly lie silently sleeping

Unaware of my nightly battle

Of my silent screams

Good for them

(I think not)

Yet I fear my movements

Would wake them

They innocently slumber

While I resist prowling

The dark and creaking house

So I lie awake

Listening to music

Not the soothing kind

Usually Meat Loaf

Or Guns and Roses

Funny how that sooths me

While the ‘soothing’ type just irritates

When dawn arrives

I finally enjoy a hot black coffee

Then slumber comes mockingly

And I steal the night time back

Or was that the cat

Wanting to go out?

April 7th 2015

Letting go…

When angry or riled I quench my passion in a poem

Like an arrow fired at the cause of my dark mood

Seething words freed into the universe

Now I am at peace

Now then tell me

Is it my words that have soothed me so

Letting free, letting go

Or was it my deadly witches’ curse that surely found its target?

And does it matter?

April 6th 2015

All that I love

I love the dark & I love the night

I love the beauty of a dragon in flight

I love the shadows and I love the hidden

I love all secrets that are forbidden

I love the draw of a demon’s lair

To live with the vampires

And not having to care

I love the seas when the tide is high

I love the heavens when a storm is nigh

I love to roam where the wild ones roam

To live with the old ones

I would love it so.

In my dreams of the darkest night

I embrace all that I love with sheer delight

April 5th

The Time of Light

The time of the light is here!

But I am a creature of the dark; I cry.

Spring is here in all its glory!

But I hold the winter deep within my frozen heart

Rise up and sing the praises of the re-birthed light!

But I yearn the soul comfort of demons and spectres

Yay! The days of unending sunshine are here!

But I crave the doomed secrets hidden in the shadows of flickering candlelight

Bright beach days are ahead; don’t you know?

I plead with fingers clenched for the forgotten forests of my nightmares

The days ahead are sunshine days; days for play you know!

Please, please go away and let me be

Leave me in my darksome, sunless lair

And dare not to wake me from my eternal slumbers

Til winter comes again…

April 4th 2015

Something silly played on telly last night…..

Like an old scratched shellac record

Going round and around

Getting nowhere in a dusty old groove

Round and around

Over and over again

Echoing, empty words

Sounds of a bygone age

A cacophony of sound

That blanket ones ears

Out of time, dusty and worn

Yet round and round it goes

Stuck…stuck…stuck

Same old notes

Same old song

Cajoling us to dance the dance

To play the song

To learn the words

To sing along

Round and around

Old words

Old tunes

Old singers

Stuck…stuck…stuck

A blunt needle spinning at high speed

Spewing out the white noise of inharmonious harmonies

I can no longer hear the tune or dance the dance

For my tune; my music is of a greater sound

Walking over to the record player I turn off the switch.

In another room

In another universe

The composers play on…..

April 3rd 2015

Steps on a Journey

Each step I take is unique

Each different from the one before

A small step that will never be again

And yet each step is life to me

Taking me to where I need to be

I cannot stand still within time

For my feet ever march on

My road is bumpy, stony and less travelled

Yet it is my road

I tread it as best I can

For only I know how

Am I going or coming?

Am I travelling in or out of the labyrinth?

Is destiny to be found at the centre?

Or at some yet undefined compass point?

It’s my road though

My perception

My creation

Wandering

Meandering

Through my life

Ancient steps trod before

With wisdom gained from wise ancestors

Whose own roads are forever etched in their time

I pause and decide which way now

There is no past

No future

Only now and me

Time does not exist

The road is me

Is now

I am the road

The steps are mine

The road pulses as it twists and turns

Fresh and new and exhilarating

Spinning me around

Throwing me off kilter

Awakening me to my journey

I hold on to my life

Feet upon the ground

One small step

Unique and different from the one before

April 2nd 2015

Silence….

I love to sit in silence

To surround myself in it

Envelope myself from the day

My bubble of silence is my world

And yet is a world so large, so expensive

That I am beautifully lost in the enormity of it

A silent world unending yet complete

Adventures begin and end in silence

As do dreams

The silent hills of destiny beckon

And who am I to argue….

April 1st

Claiming their own...