adam-latham
I am absolutely hopeless at writing about myself but I'll give it a go. My name is Adam, I'm thirty eight years old, and I live in the gloriously dull city of Stoke-on-Trent in the UK. I love both reading and writing poetry (which is probably stating the obvious seeing as I am here lol) and I hope one day to have written enough poems so that I can have them all published in my own little book. / / "How sweet it is to sit and read the tales of mighty poets...." / Percy Bysshe Shelley
A cold oppressive malice fell
Upon the room as outside roared
A howling gale, a soundtrack to
Three girls beside a Ouija board.
Three little sisters, six, eight, ten,
Up past their bedtime, dead of night.
Sat in a circle bleary eyed,
Their faces washed in candlelight.
The elder sibling's trembling hand
Dropped on the planchette, slowly met
By four more fingers from her kin
Each coated in a film of sweat.
A sharp intake of breath and then
"Are any spirits present here,
We seek a soul we lost too soon
Our now departed mother dear."
One voice turned quickly to a choir
As all three children without pause
Demanded from that rosewood board
A peek through otherworldly doors.
Five minutes passed, so too five more
But still the planchette would not slide,
The youngest child now fighting tears
Her disappointment hard to hide.
When suddenly out of the blue,
A welcome reprieve from the stress,
The planchette ****** and glided left
Up to the spot that spelled out YES.
A loud collective gasp escaped
Their mouths to see that pointer bob,
Then race across the polished wood
To spell out quickly "I AM HOB."
But shock was very soon displaced
By squeals of joy, a sense of pride,
Their beaming smiles a just reward
For contact with the other side.
With hearts now thumping in their chests
A palpitating hope filled throb,
The middle child leaned in and asked
"Who are you please sir, Master Hob?"
A short-lived pause then quick again
In playful fashion quite bizarre,
The planchette skipped across the board
"MY DEAR, I AM THE MORNING STAR.
I AM THE BEARER OF THE TORCH,
THE HERALD OF THE FIERY DAWN,
WHO RISES IN THE EASTERN SKY
AND SHEPHERDS IN THE COMING MORN.
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THE GATE,
ADMITTING SOULS AT MY COMMAND,
HIS MOST EXALTED OF THE HOST,
I SIT UPON THE LORD'S RIGHT HAND.
YOUR MOTHER, YES, SHE TARRIES HERE
BATHED IN ETERNAL LOVE AND LIGHT,
ALL HEAVEN RICHER FOR HER SOUL,
ALL ANGELS SING HER NAME IN FLIGHT.
IN FACT SHE STANDS BESIDE ME NOW
ENROBED IN GLORY, ILLNESS FREE.
HER ONLY HEARTACHE THREE SMALL BABES
SHE MISSES NOW SO TERRIBLY.
BUT WALLOW NOT IN YOUR DESPAIR
YOUR MOTHER ASKS, THIS IS THE GIST,
GO OVER TO YOUR FATHER'S DESK
AND WITH HIS FLICK KNIFE SLIT YOUR WRISTS.
FOR THEN THE WALLS OF OUR TWO WORLDS
MAY BE DISSOLVED AND ONCE AGAIN,
YOU AND A MOTHER WHO YOU MISS
CAN BE TOGETHER FREE FROM PAIN."
The eldest child removed her hand
Recoiling at the strange request,
A seed of doubt sown in her mind
About their paranormal guest.
"Our mother would not wish us harm
In this life or the one to come,
The soul you claim to represent
Does not sound like our caring mum.
Who are you really, Master Hob?
I sense a spirit spawned in hell
Who never once has roamed those halls
Of heaven where our loved ones dwell."
A violent scratching filled the room
As on the vibrant red veneer
The planchette gouged into the wood
And made a pentagram appear.
"PROVOKE ME NOT TO ANGER, CHILD.
BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL YOU THIS,
THE ARCANE POWERS I POSSESS
PROJECT BEYOND THE GREAT ABYSS.
I AM THE RIGHTFUL KING OF KINGS,
NOW DO EXACTLY AS I SAY.
RESIST AND BE IN NO DOUBT, CHILD,
I SHALL COMPEL YOU TO OBEY"
The youngest, unafraid, jumped up
Defiance blazing in her eyes.
"We sought the soul of our sweet mum,
Instead we found the prince of lies.
You have no power over us,
We don't believe you, do your worst."
The youngest child began to choke,
"SO BE IT LAST-BORN, YOU DIE FIRST!"
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 12:46 PM UTC
One man I seek with perfect symmetry,
One man whose sword is greater than my own,
Who can with just one strike give unto me
A fear in life that I have never known.
I have wandered without cause from field to field,
A nomad knight afforded by a purse,
And still in battle I am yet to yield
To better men that they may end this curse.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
I’ve stopped by woods on snowy eves
More times than I can say,
I’ve wandered roads not taken till
I could not find my way.
I’ve apple picked and mended walls
All by a silken tent,
I’ve been acquainted with the night
Till night and dark were spent.
I’ve asked for roses, prayed in spring
For weather hot and searing
So I could sit and read Bob Frost
Within a cabin clearing.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
I know in time this feeling it shall pass.
My pain just like your love will fade and die.
My heart no longer cracked like broken glass.
You promised me forever but alas
You could not keep your vow, I know not why.
I know in time this feeling it shall pass.
Our first kiss was outside upon the grass.
Your lips saw through my lonely soul to spy
A heart no longer cracked like broken glass.
And in an instant love was forged like brass.
Enduring and steadfast, O what a lie.
I know in time this feeling it shall pass.
For now ill will and spite look to surpass
Those tender moments. How I wish that my,
My heart was whole not cracked like broken glass.
And so with words not meaning to harass
I bid you my sweet love one last goodbye.
I know in time this feeling it shall pass,
My heart no longer cracked like broken glass.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Summer is wasted
on the young and
the restless
women go bare-armed
on a mission to prove
their youthful 'glow'
in floral painted dresses
that scream
"I'm pretty!"
And I sit in idleness
wondering when
Mother Nature
will make Her final move
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
THE SMELL OF PURPLE
She says she can
smell yellow.
She says she can
smell blue.
Despite not being able to
spell either colour.
'Yellow smells
the same as blue.'
'...like a wet kitty
drying by the fire.'
'Red smells like
Mummy when she kisses.'
'Her kisses smell different
when she kisses you...
...then she smells like flames
with little orange tips! '
'Purple
is my favourite smell...
...it smells just like
a magic spell! '
I kiss her goodnight
like lilac(only lighter)
with little flecks of purple
scattered here & there.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
They twinkle like a glockenspiel
Sparkle in pairs a sky apart
The signs and symbols in the wheel
But one sign has no counterpart
The one who steps down from the North
Where arrows sail and eagles twirl
By ancient power to bring forth
His shadow from the underworld
And lo, although the sky has turned
The shadow waits so close, so far
To reach up when the Sun returns
And take hold of our shining star
Although they each may hold the Moon
Our star shall grace only the one
And still the other every June
Stands reaching for the midnight Sun
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
The sea is still today
It's cerulean blue and gold
I think of the thoughts it carries
Within its hidden folds.
Its touch is soft and gentle
It soothes the ache of years
But I wonder how many waves
Are made from fallen tears.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
Spinning my wheels
on a long drive
next mile mark
next town
next valley
or bug splattered
windshield horizon
on my mind
Grass and trees
pass in a sleepy haze
until the thump-thump
of a pothole jars
half lidded eyes
open wide
Ahead I see
the red smear
of mangled flesh
The crow flies
just in time
as this steel
four wheel
predator bears down
on his meal
I veer left
straddle death
tires singing hymns
to the highway
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
I feel you slip away
your grip loosens by the second
I'm stretching out my hand
but you don't look up
no, you only stare down
into the abyss below.
I don't know why
you gave up on me
or why I couldn't save you.
I gave it my all
and you still let go.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC