Tag Archive: Poems of Life


Very happy to be posting my last week of offerings in respect of NaPoWriMo 2017; it has been a pleasure sharing and of course an even greater pleasure reading all the very inspirational poems from my fellow poets. It has been a great event once again 🙂

 

April 24th

Secrets lost in time
Standing steadfast on the shores
Hidden in plain sight

No name on this cross
History and truth erased
Knowledge in silence…

 

April 25th

Tales written in stone
Stories inscribed within trees
Encoded in time

 

April 26th

Dancing in the green of the land

And revelling in the seduction of one’s senses

As the fecundity of being becomes an intimacy

Transcending physical space

Relishing life’s purpose laid bare

Upon the tracing board of time

Knowing our geometry was duly mapped by

A greater architect

Accepting what is

Allowing the weave of design and destiny

To track its eager fingers upon our hearts

Over every contour of its pre-planned route

Let life come as a secret lover upon the stairs

Allow each creak and hesitation

To heighten all senses

Dance in the delight of the becoming

Tread not lightly when the flowing sands of time

Shatter into a myriad of broken shards

Reflecting perceptions of identity

That sparkle in the dawn

Dance in life’s ecstasy with all of your being

And care not when the clock strikes midnight

For in the intimacy of your becoming

You will at last let go

 

April 27th

By the great sun’s wheel

We are mapped from birth to death

Yet what lies beyond?


April 28th

Colour’s spectrum reigns

Under the great rainbow arch

Love and Light are we

 

April 29th

Inspired by a waymarker in a churchyard upon Exmoor; a place that has so many tales to tell…

A solitary waymarker stands tall upon the ground
A tick upon the land.
No blood
No sign of any struggle
Not now.
A body long ago hunted down and burned
Ashes scattered to the winds
On a wild and desolate moor.
Not for the likes of her
The serenity of a consecrated graveyard.
Not for the likes of her
The dignity of remembrance.
Not for the likes of her
A beautiful epitaph carved in stone.
All she did was fall in love.
Surrender her heart and soul
To one who loved her back.
All she did was fall in love.
To love wildly with all her heart.
All she did was fall in love
With the passion of all her being.
All she did was fall in love
With an immortal.
All she did was
Allow him to love her back
And kiss him on that dark and stormy night
In that desolate graveyard
Way up there upon the moors.
All she did was allow the boundaries of her humanity
To stretch henceforth into eternity.
It was all she did
She fell in love…..

Some nights when wandering up there on the moors
One can almost catch the movement of shadows
Out of the corner of one’s eyes.
One can almost imagine in the darkness
The waymarker with the sturdy gorse bush still growing at its foot
On the otherwise patch of dry lifeless earth
Where nothing else will grow.
And if one was to imagine
Sinking down upon one’s hands and knees
Under the waymarker
Up there on the moors.
And imaging scraping away at the parched black earth where nothing lives.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Uncovering an old and crumbling piece of wood
Tossed away in haste
A trusting heart pierced.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Whilst up there on the moors….

 

April 30th

Limelight’s tricks and twists

A demon in jester’s robes

Life takes a dark bow…

 

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NapPoWriMo 2017

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

Endlessly i fall

Caught in a chasm of wonder

Spiraling onwards

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The bones of my being find shelter & solace ‘neath the comforting shadow of my soul

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Sounds of tinkling pipes

Woven by the winds own charm

Weave around my soul

Digital Camera

Silently i tread the years of earthly time; my one companion, my warrior soul…

Digital Camera

With breastplate and sword

I stand steadfast and mighty

In silence i rule

Digital Camera

Beauty always lingers and lives on in the hearts & minds of men, time cease to be & all there is is the truth….

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My name is silence

Only whispered by the wind

When the sky is dark

Digital Camera

Suspended timelessly in a space of my own creation; i weave reality with the electrons of my mind…..

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All secrets revealed, all knowledge known.

At the end of days i shall become into being

And She will rise within

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And so it goes on

Bood spilled, innocents ravaged

Man’s death on the cards….

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The time is now here

For man to be accounted

Too late for good deeds…

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Save your soul, lest you weep and pray for no more tears.

Tis over, all done…

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Beach huts hibernate
Dreaming of hot days and sand
Returning cycles

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Beauty always lingers and lives on in the hearts & minds of men, time ceases to be & all there is is the truth….
The land will endure over centuries of upheavel, always renewing itself at perfect points giving humanity life once more…

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Words from the ‘Keeper of Scrolls’

‘Truth is is darkness suspended ina time that does not exsist’

January 2017

(All photos and words are original and belong to the author)

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