Category: Poems….


…Change your mind…

Drip drop drip drop

the rain so falls heavy down,

Harder harder into the mud

spinning through time you drown,

Drip drop drip drop

sounds like marching,

From their homes their lives

their loves departing,

Marching through

time,

Running down

the line,

Hit pause

and spin rewind,

Another place

trace lines,

Arcing backwards

past times,

Time stops

rewinds,

Fields of red

fields of red,

All those men

so many dead,

Bloody battles

sparks fly,

Burning arrows

across the sky,

Clang of sword

and shield clash,

War cry

armour crash,

Chieftains warriors

barbarians men,

So many so different

all the same but then,

The hungry cry

of injustice fight,

Hunters prey

right through the night,

Picking fighters off

one by one,

Their goal objective

make the other undone,

Chains that bind

whips slash,

Guns go off

bodies fall so rash,

Innocent words

called liar liar,

Bodies burn

callously set on fire,

Defining moments

encapsulated in time,

Consequences spin along

run through the trace line,

And now here in the present

man against man,

So many injustices

wheres this promised land,

Fighting and riots

march protest in the street,

Your colour your creed

Shouldn’t define who you meet,

Its just the colour

of your skin,

But I saw that girl with bleach

thinking she’s a sin,

We are all equal

we all are the same,

Bigoted people

have you no shame,

Look what your doing

push your narrow mindedness on the young,

Do not make them

what you have become…

.x.

~…Our Book Shop…~

Earlier today I was talking with A…. and was trying and failing(so I was thinking), at explaining something below is a little of what I wrote…

“…The only way I can describe it is… imagine a dusty book shop. Most would walk past and go to the new modern one. Some would go in and have a little look coughing and complaining of the musty smells and how old it is. But us? We’d be sat on the floor of one of the aisles lost in the wondrous depths of some well worn musty book thats seen better days and yet to us its a dreamscape to a wonderland telling fantastical tales and painting landscapes, sights and smells beyond our fantasies and depicting smells and sounds that linger with every word, every page…”

A…. is amazing and understood. I got thinking about it and thought I’d give it a try at writing our bookshop.
So A…. I hope you like our bookshop…



          

                   ~…Storytellers Travels…~

Old store
on a busy street,
So many pass by
talk with people they meet,
Windows covered
in a slight layer of dust,
Looks kinda foreboding
not a building to trust,
Old golden lettering
faded by years,
Storytellers Travels
surrounded by gears,
While most pass by not noticing
some they stop and stare,
How come this dirty shop’s
still firmly trading there,
Few enter feeling brave
might find a treasure for me,
Musty smells and coughing dust
get me out in the fresh air free,
This shop is an enigma
a place untouch by age,
An ageless mystification
forgotten by modern rage,
A hulking great monstrosity
two stories looking down,
To eat up passers-by
or spew words and make them drown,
Enticed by pull of stories
she stepped inside the beast,
On sirens song she walked
eyes alighting on such a feast,
Down dusty aisles her fingers skim
books calling her one by one,
Following the call the loudest
her fingers come undone,
Four aisles over the book it sighs 
she’s found the one to read,
Lean against the shelf
anticipation and such need,
Feet slide down book opens
look up and meet a gaze,
Another lost soul just like her
under a stories spellbinding daze,
Two heads bent seeing wondrous
tales,
Fantastical landscapes
mythical ship sails,
Dreamscapes and fables
weaving incandescent threads,
Spiritually entrancing animals
walk in celestial flowerbeds,
Ethereal woods with
wise elder trees,
Admonish and berate
naughty pixies on their knees,
Birds of enchanting colours
fly through kaleidoscopic skies,
Scents of heavenly fragrance
enhance star spangled eyes,
Grandfather time chimes
in the dusty old book shop,
He moans its time for bed
but the Story weaver tells him stop,
He points at the story travellers
in aisle number four,
Side by side they sit
enraptured by the book upon the floor…x.

I hope everyone gets lost in a book every now and again. Happy hugs to everyone at the end of the wire.x.

~…5 minutes…~

Sitting on these

back garden steps,

The rain drops speckled

with iridescent flecks,

In the quiet look up

at the moon so high,

Slowly moving

across the sky,

A nearby rustle

shift your eyes,

Away from the endless

star spangled skies,

A hedgehog appears

not one but two,

You hold your breath

enjoy the view,

Moths dance in moonlight

unseen during the day,

And bats wiz on by

over rooftops far away

The distant sound

of a car going by,

It screams as it turns

a driveshafts cry,

Get up 5 minutes over

leave the stunning nightly glow,

Time revolves there’s stuff to do

come on you’ve got to go…x.

~…My Sweetness…~

My sweetness I cannot
sleep,
Thoughts of you
my mind does keep,
And I fight these feelings
yes I do,
Afraid to give in
incase they overwhelm me so true,
Tell me my sweetness
just what do I say,
Do I give in
when my heart you could slay,
There is a battle inside
to ensure hurt does not gain,
Because then my sweet you would have my heart
but I pain,
But every thought my sweetness
every thought I find,
Is kissed and caressed by you
before it leaves my mind,
Your words they weave a web
running through my veins tracing each and every line,
Until you are all I think about
and I think about you all the time…x.

~…Rhythm of Rain…~

Its raining and I feel that itch

like a thousand times before,

Its raining and my body’s screaming

begging get out the door,

That ice cold sting

that makes my body gasp,

Arm hair stand up

heat lost from its grasp,

But that burn oh that burn

that feeling I’m alive,

Drenched from head to toe

Refreshing make me thrive,

The rain pounding the concrete

music for my heart,

An elemental magic

pick that rhythm from the start,

Transcend my soul

bare feet splash,

Twirl clothes soaked

lightening thunder crash,

Deep breath release enlighten

tighten coil spin faster smile,

Give into the rhythm of nature

let the world stop awhile…x.

~…My Love…~


If I sang you a song would you listen
would you read between the lines,
If I wrote you a story page after page
would you see the signs,
Now I cant
sing a love song,
Write a poem
think a thought,
But this feeling that you give me
its one that can’t be brought,
But I’m here right now
on my knees on the floor,
Not hiding just giving
this is me raw,
And I am lost so lost
to the sound of your voice,
It echo’s swirls around me
pulls me to you no choice,
Intricately intertwining
your words they do reach,
And I’m lost on the lullaby
your words they do teach,
And love my love
it blooms and it grows,
You being you
So softly words sows,
Your smile your everything encircle
softly surround,
Become my safety my home
as to you I become bound,
Open me
to stories anew,
And when they say where is home?
I’ll say it is you…x.

~…The heartbroken poet…~

Drown me down
just drown me my sweet,
Splinter me into a hundred thousand pieces
so that I may die at your feet,
Take that strong sharp blade
that is made by only you,
Take my heart do as you will
cut it cut my heart all the way through,
Let me drown in the bitter sweet sorrow
that only you my sweet create,
Break me my sweet
smash each and every jagged piece don’t worry this is fate,
Watch as my fingers bleed
picking the pieces from the floor,
But as soon as I have to many my sweet
destroy my emotions once more,
Everytime you make me hurt
you make the words pour free,
It’s like the poet in me needs your push pull
so that I can be me,
But no it is as far from that
as I could ever write,
You are a drug and I but a hopeless addict
clawing the walls of my own mind at night,
Wanting needing with this hunger
an all consuming passion of mine,
And yet but here I am cascading all over this page
suspending this emotion in the cradle of time,
And as time forever ticks forward
this emotional outpouring forever frozen will stay,
And will be nothing but a distant echoing of dust
something blown because it got in the way,
The very memory of my words will become nothing more
than a ghosted dream that caresses you on the breeze,
A fleeting moment that will give you but a nano second of pause
when you alone in thought glance at the trees,
So my dear sweet I hand you my never faulting loyal heart
to use my emotions as you desire,
Break me in a way only you can and allow these emotions to overflow
light but the spark and I will burn in my own fire….

.x.

A man alone in the forest

on high,

Leant back against a tree

head in hands he did cry,

Then up to the moon

with a sorrowful sigh,

He sent her a prayer

and he sent her a plea,

My dearest sweet G*ddess

please please hear me,

I work so hard I

need you to know,

But my heart is so heavy

its beginning to show,

I see all the people in my village

fall in love,

Please dearest G*ddess

hear me from above,

I’m on my own

no parents family,

This disfigured scarred body

no one could love me,

I’m strong but I’m weary

can I come home to family,

Please dearest G*ddess bring me home

set me free,

I don’t want to live here

a world without love,

I ask you to hear my prayer

from above,

And the moon G*ddess

heard his plea from up high,

Touched bare feet upon the earth

coming down from the sky,

Brave warrior I heard

your heart-felt plea,

And now please answer some questions

from me,

The man looked down

from the clearest of skies,

To look the enchanting moon G*ddess

straight in the eyes,

The G*ddess cast her arm out

and there in a row,

Stood animals of all kinds

stood in a row,

Now warrior please me

which one is your ideal,

Which one has the love you want

do you feel,

And the man he bowed

the wolf my Queen,

Then tell me why

explain what you mean,

The wolf surrounded

by family,

So strong and so loved

for all to see,

They are a pack

bound together,

Strength and loyalty

they are a sign of forever,

G*ddess turned to the wolf

who bowed low a soft whine,

My beautiful protector speak

its your time,

And the wolf shook his fur

then sat down and proceeded,

To tell his revered G*ddess

exactly what was needed,

And after listening

to both sides of the coin,

She smiled as she announced

human and wolf you shall join,

The two of you will get

what the other seeks to be,

You will both learn and listen

and in eachother be free,

I have made you a destined

a last gift from me,

With her words there was a glowing

white light,

and then she was gone

no trace in sight,

The man he looked around

no wolf he did see,

The wolf stumbled forward

the man’s gone where can he be,

And so they both stumbled

towards a great lake,

Both of them needing

their thirst to sake…

Enough! She closed the book

way past bedtime a light scolding,

And I released the breath I

didn’t realise I was holding,

So lost in my thoughts about

those silver eyes,

The ones that glowed

like those stars in the skies,

And I know those eyes

they called to my soul,

They felt so endless seeing deeply

me whole…x.

This carries on from pt 1.

Fingers slide
against the steering wheel,
Each and every movement I
feel,
You cough
hand comes to mouth,
A spark runs through me
heading south,
and I give a
soft sigh,
Watching you a glorious
high,
Do you realise your such
an exquisite pleasure,
My eyes feast upon your skin
such a delectable treasure,
And I can feel the heat spread
as I watch those amazing hands,
The feeling spreads within me
my sexual neediness expands,
I shift slightly
and you look my way,
That come fuck me mouth opens
such simple words you say,
You ok?
all I can do is smile,
The pleasure building within me
all the while,
Gosh you are the sweetest
most perfect fucking sin,
I am melting and exploding
coming alive from within,
And I’m wet
so so wet,
And you haven’t noticed
not yet,
Still watching you
feasting on your skin from here,
I desperately want to touch
breathe in your scent so near,
I dance my fingers in circles
on my leg,
Watching you thoughts exploding
falling off the ledge,
You look down at my fingers
then spot that sexual flush,
Give me your sexiest smile
see how deep I blush,
What’s on my mind
you definitely know,
What happens next?
where do you go?

.x.

As I sit in my favourite spot in the house my mind wanders to you. The music plays and I just let my thoughts wander along. Sitting here on the kitchen floor back leaning against the washing machine, knees bent and feet against the oven door. I never really noticed just how small this room is before, but here… here in this spot I always feel at peace. I always seem to take the best pics here and always seem to write the best sat here. I’ve had the most funniest and most saddest conversations here. On the kitchen floor…

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Song… Ward Thomas “Carry you home”

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Dark night

sky inky black,

Soft sounding train

goes clickity clack,

Travelling onwards

people like sheep sit inside,

Ignore all the sheeple

train in tunnel it does hide,

Gaze turned outwards

across meadow bare,

Soft tendrils of mists

swirl and stretch so aware,

Mist it gathers stronger

in dyke drain and field,

Car bounce its headlights

mist now fog does not yield,

Blanket the road

just cannot see,

Car screech at junction

a narrow miss to be,

Fog it spreads over

hedgerow and more,

To blanket a forest

so much thicker than before,

Fog entwines with magic

hide forest from all eyes,

Full moon watches on

with incandescent stars across skies,

For deep within this forest

tonight,

So deeply hidden

but with the moons blessing light,

Fairies softly glow

making lights in the trees,

The oldest of oaks

gives the gentlest sneeze,

Rabbits and hares

dance in a ring,

Birds still awake

so breathtakingly sing,

Deers softly drink

from elegant lake,

Mice voles and shrews

make peace with the snake,

Pixies dance

the night away,

An owl hoots a warning

of approaching new day,

Old oaks all give thanks

on the murmuring zephyr,

An echo of thanks

softer than a feather,

Dawn slowly breaking

glorious pinks and gold across skies,

Natures magical hidden world

away from prying eyes…x.

.

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Song… Nickelback “How you remind me”

.

.

Still sat here mind

worlds away

I just keep thinking

Don’t do this today,

Don’t let your mind

Rake over memories of old,

Dont you know what you have

Is more precious than gold,

Ahhh… I give up on this before I start! Growl…

.

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Softest of flakes fall

come to rest,

Temperature perfect

they settle so blessed,

Shouted words spoken

with sadness and dread,

I hate you how could you

I wish I was dead,

Anything better

than looking at you…

Door slams

gravel crunch,

Forgive me he implores

she had followed her hunch,

Car started tyres screech

she pulls away fast,

Heart hurting heavy

please don’t let this last,

Flakes come down thicker

a lot faster to,

Hide the icy road

a danger from view,

Take the bend to sharp

weight shifts lose control,

Heart thundering eyes tears

cars on a roll,

Land back on its wheels

embankment so steep,

Car starts to slide

its driver in sleep,

Her last split second

memories of love,

Please guardian angels

hear me above,

Car horn sounds

an eerie warning of dont go,

Car door slams

the screaming of no,

Footsteps pounding

night silence but horns scream,

Please please please please

let this be a dream,

Blood so much blood

landscape painted red,

Please don’t let it be

but there she is dead,

Hair splayed like a halo

face pale like snow,

Even in death

exquisite beauty aglow,

Body all broken

glass all life red,

Her very last words

I wish I was dead…x.

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Written to… Lady Antebellum “Just a kiss”

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I still sit here slipping through the songs, time ticking down the line. My thoughts going into overdrive as it tries to find order in the chaotic disorderly whirlwind that litters the landscape. The multiple layered warren of corridors filled with dank and dusty rooms for me to run down as I chase glinting evocative words singing sweet lullabies like a sultry sirens call… how can I refuse but to follow leaving plumes of dust in my wake. Anything for just a glimpse of some long forgotten treasury of grammatical error free penmanship evoking life to treasured words…. grrrrrr… my mind is going far to fast and I fear I’ll never catch these words I desire. So I stop. Just stop. Full stop. Dead stop. And I see myself inside sat in some long forgotten walk way slowly crumbling with memories age…

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Smile your smile

one smile I melt,

Heart zappingly poetic smile

sparks tingle I felt,

Your arms

so strong,

As wrapped around me

all night long,

Whispering shivers

against my skin,

Trembling rush

sweet pleasure within,

Damn growl… quit this, its a no. I dont like it. It sounds the same as a hundred before I mean just growl… not for me not this time, I’ll peg it on a paper somewhere down the line…

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Maybe I should give up for tonight? Maybe that elusive word or words I’m seeking will come in lucid dreams where soft thoughts spiral echos grazing across my skin… hmmmm? Maybe. Maybe not. Sigh….

Good night.x.

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