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kevin-wright-2
kevin-wright-2
uk Retired, previously physio in NHS. Enjoy poetry for exploring my non scientific side and forming a mini story.
Rippling flags peaceful in the settling sun On bated breath afloat on ethereal camp fires The setting sun raked by distant societal fingers A bauble seller ambling through grassy passions The bazar priestess offering pious praise Sprouting, a mushroom trader welcomes the coming darkness Nocturnal stirrings, an unearthly dragon departs to chase the sun Dreaming wards of the portal, encircle its departed light Silencing dawn, Its panting breath bathes a stirring din Guised a dragons lair now flaming Eternity communion paid in the days tributes Burn, burning virtues away, exposing loves true power Unleashed curiosity tunes the strings of life to the flow Rain drops crystalise on our dusty souls Music’s cacophony blitzes unconscious repositories Stretched billowing prayers pulled by the nightly waft of large scaled wings Dreams of fires doused on its upheaval A canvased village swept by cleansing teeth Dancing, singing and acrobatic celebrations abound A morning lathe turns the feet into rhythmic prose Laughter running amok, dropping our shielded souls The beating heart torn from the dragons chest And transfused in processional cannula Humanity offerings diffusing through rooted henge Encircled burning Megaforms embark upon all The dragon flies for the last time Well wishers wave the festival goodbye Only the stains of perspiration dwell after the departed Our gathering un-earthments stored away Our journeying Dragon with closed eyes but open ears A slumber your dragon awaits your mindful consideration Rippling with new heart, repeal each flagging horizon
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 10:40 AM UTC
Unearthed Festival
Rippling flags peaceful in the settling sun On bated breath afloat on ethereal camp fires The setting sun raked by distant societal fingers A bauble seller ambling through grassy passions The bazar priestess offering pious praise Sprouting, a mushroom trader welcomes the coming darkness Nocturnal stirrings, an unearthly dragon departs to chase the sun Dreaming wards of the portal, encircle its departed light Silencing dawn, Its panting breath bathes a stirring din Guised a dragons lair now flaming Eternity communion paid in the days tributes Burn, burning virtues away, exposing loves true power Unleashed curiosity tunes the strings of life to the flow Rain drops crystalise on our dusty souls Music’s cacophony blitzes unconscious repositories Stretched billowing prayers pulled by the nightly waft of large scaled wings Dreams of fires doused on its upheaval A canvased village swept by cleansing teeth Dancing, singing and acrobatic celebrations abound A morning lathe turns the feet into rhythmic prose Laughter running amok, dropping our shielded souls The beating heart torn from the dragons chest And transfused in processional cannula Humanity offerings diffusing through rooted henge Encircled burning Megaforms embark upon all The dragon flies for the last time Well wishers wave the festival goodbye Only the stains of perspiration dwell after the departed Our gathering un-earthments stored away Our journeying Dragon with closed eyes but open ears A slumber your dragon awaits your mindful consideration Rippling with new heart, repeal each flagging horizon
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A stalking black cat crept through my mind Hung around for a while before fading On my mantle peace, a photo of a women who now stands before me Worry in her eyes, does she also know my husband is missing? The day is shortening he will be back soon! Must put the tea tray away, someone keeps getting it out! I decided to use a diary again or is it a journal? Filling up with new memories and people to meet Looking forward to each day, and what I did yesterday Unknown friendly faces acquired and questions not asked It's nice to sit with company Yet ready to party at the gym Never told me I would see through myself Not a shock, when life is paper thin Suddenly where am I, who are you, who was I The page turns itself The weather is more predictable Opening my book of the past There are children and pets galore Dressed up, is that me with a veil? Hair smart and availed with my lover Harken to better days I cannot remember everyday Yet I am ninety two Going on seventeen But let's enjoy ourselves today My eyes moisten with two sisters in one head Trawlers to the fore, nets to catch me on the trampoline of life Bouncing back in happier times Hmm todays diary: ‘ Taxi 9am, support meeting’, must find those holed tights for repair Yes keeping fit as my mind wains, my bodies not a partner in this crime Smiling and not giving the panther a thought Ad infinitum I shall sing from the swans music score Lifes been great and not a race Scientists stick it out and run through the finishing line One day they will meet me coming up the fast lane Family, carers, thank you for taking me into your lives Is that you, holding my hand, dont worry I know you now
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 10:32 AM UTC
Aging when Dementia hits
A stalking black cat crept through my mind Hung around for a while before fading On my mantle peace, a photo of a women who now stands before me Worry in her eyes, does she also know my husband is missing? The day is shortening he will be back soon! Must put the tea tray away, someone keeps getting it out! I decided to use a diary again or is it a journal? Filling up with new memories and people to meet Looking forward to each day, and what I did yesterday Unknown friendly faces acquired and questions not asked It's nice to sit with company Yet ready to party at the gym Never told me I would see through myself Not a shock, when life is paper thin Suddenly where am I, who are you, who was I The page turns itself The weather is more predictable Opening my book of the past There are children and pets galore Dressed up, is that me with a veil? Hair smart and availed with my lover Harken to better days I cannot remember everyday Yet I am ninety two Going on seventeen But let's enjoy ourselves today My eyes moisten with two sisters in one head Trawlers to the fore, nets to catch me on the trampoline of life Bouncing back in happier times Hmm todays diary: ‘ Taxi 9am, support meeting’, must find those holed tights for repair Yes keeping fit as my mind wains, my bodies not a partner in this crime Smiling and not giving the panther a thought Ad infinitum I shall sing from the swans music score Lifes been great and not a race Scientists stick it out and run through the finishing line One day they will meet me coming up the fast lane Family, carers, thank you for taking me into your lives Is that you, holding my hand, dont worry I know you now
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A bongo bounced into rhythm Oh hail, oh hail, evoked the snail Powered on high by Micklehurst juices A mill encompassed by an alluring musical veil A stringed note wavers in steaming beat The band strikes a fervour the ghostly train Childrens coloured play mats a stations platform Glasses of milk and pints of charisma steal the show Garden sleepers stacked high in anticipation Brimming with budding dancers Weaving Puppets in celebratory mod A carnival too delight, draped in cottoned attire Party with a new Emperors woollen coat To a volley of candles And sweet sticky afters: Afterlives Surrendering to the birthday bash There plenty to yale about All the fun of writing in parole Paint to splash and bracing to play Spin the yarn and come back for birthday everyday
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 10:31 AM UTC
Mossley Vale Birthday
Taking with us Our memories Relationships     A mind morphed by life This is the end game Entering another realm Pockets empty But not your soul Misty traces of signatures transpire Poems dissolving away the drizzle of creation Ink leaving a reminding mark Feeling the last breath, truly Emergence Fleeting spiritual connections Tantalising finger tips touch lost Pupils dilate in release Memories painted on retinal walls
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Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 12:11 PM UTC
The end game
Winters crushing silence, Lacoste’s new dawn Art all consuming through empathic suave And evocative frontiers Lacoste in love with crafts enlightened beacon Irregular lines devolve from medieval skeletal relics Trompe-l'œil beggars ones belief Windows framed empty The eye drawn to its historical tone A sweeping brush strokes the virginal canvas Golden colours materialise within ones conceptional dream A spatial aura now raked on pastoral hues Sparten skies embodies synonymous revelations Roberts chiselled  forms soar out of soft stones erosion Grains becomes a wash with the cream of gold Flowers lay wanton to the stony mural Echoing within each cranial abyss Ambience sings to the wavering hand Sprouting wings on the back of birds in song Luberon’s wide shoulders cradles a fire from Martha's bellows Beguiling the light illuminates each hillside easel Materials cut from the heart of Cécile Mounted on heady heights Engages empowerment in nuptial bonding Transitioning to unearth the wearer Gaby finds his source in prehistory Rumbling tractors stitching together the whispering landscape Everts clay forms upon the Noahs ark prepare for the coming art uprising Compatriote born of the land, immortalised in clay Hérold crystallized forms evoke surreal echoes Playing the open gambit of Le Sade agape Empowering the village through their art Artists of Lacoste forge an oeuvreal village from the jagged walls Artsploitation a road to ones soul Artspronouciation reaching the road Art a levelling climate settles the crowd Amity conjuring future artisan fingers The nesting atelier Fledglings prepare to dip a toe Stretching wings in mind, body and soul Freeing spirits of old
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Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 6:36 AM UTC
Lacoste Vauclusian modern art
Winters crushing silence, Lacoste’s new dawn Art all consuming through empathic suave And evocative frontiers Lacoste in love with crafts enlightened beacon Irregular lines devolve from medieval skeletal relics Trompe-l'œil beggars ones belief Windows framed empty The eye drawn to its historical tone A sweeping brush strokes the virginal canvas Golden colours materialise within ones conceptional dream A spatial aura now raked on pastoral hues Sparten skies embodies synonymous revelations Roberts chiselled  forms soar out of soft stones erosion Grains becomes a wash with the cream of gold Flowers lay wanton to the stony mural Echoing within each cranial abyss Ambience sings to the wavering hand Sprouting wings on the back of birds in song Luberon’s wide shoulders cradles a fire from Martha's bellows Beguiling the light illuminates each hillside easel Materials cut from the heart of Cécile Mounted on heady heights Engages empowerment in nuptial bonding Transitioning to unearth the wearer Gaby finds his source in prehistory Rumbling tractors stitching together the whispering landscape Everts clay forms upon the Noahs ark prepare for the coming art uprising Compatriote born of the land, immortalised in clay Hérold crystallized forms evoke surreal echoes Playing the open gambit of Le Sade agape Empowering the village through their art Artists of Lacoste forge an oeuvreal village from the jagged walls Artsploitation a road to ones soul Artspronouciation reaching the road Art a levelling climate settles the crowd Amity conjuring future artisan fingers The nesting atelier Fledglings prepare to dip a toe Stretching wings in mind, body and soul Freeing spirits of old
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Death is inevitable Choosing when is not Launching from the shore Place the oar deep into our regrets Haul away from lifes spinning current Death is something to earn Justify your parents joy each day Explore those eddies in your travelling feet Take the hand of your rudder Placing certainty in the direction of travel Death is not an end but a staging post of a earthly pontoon Experience lifes engulfing tributaries first Find your anchorage for each night and day Caulk the small cracks that appear daily before you explore a watery bed Leave no small seepage pass unaccounted No day deserves to exist without your helping hand Bravery is making this world what it is with your presence
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Apr 23, 2023
Apr 23, 2023 at 8:22 AM UTC
Take the oar
Our fingers pluck the Sun's watery rays Our ears glean rippling flam Our salt infused nose breathes the accolade Our eyes know no maxima Our toes caressed by raining kelp Our hesitations entering chromatic depths Ourn Hash tag # to step to greatness Our nuances trampling neckly disquiet Ourie  caesura becalmed Ours to start swimming Our mind surfs the trills Ourselves at one with the sea
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Apr 12, 2023
Apr 12, 2023 at 6:55 AM UTC
Magnitude living with the sea
Once where I sat Sitting on a park bench many years ago I enjoyed the company friends for ever more Their memories are fading They never saw me looking back Guitar in hand Voice in tune I dreamed of never growing up Here within the spider’s trap I pirouetted and dangled like a bat Suffering the adrenaline of great explorers When I reached the summit The smog pierced my lungs I moved on down the weary track Reaching my band stand Notes flowed through my fingers Kept me sane Now its time to move forward And close mémoire diary
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Mar 24, 2023
Mar 24, 2023 at 10:02 AM UTC
Mémoire
An instant inflection Trapping all inbound vibes Capturing the dark Greys, all and sundry A maternal carpetbagger The lens a brush to the hand Satisfying the eye Blending Stealing Nailing life to its cross Served on a glass plate Hung in celluloid film A halidian chemical paper Projected in space Manipulated Embellished Falsifying the real Dealing the memory card Drawing a full house Indemnifying recollection Satisfying an artful urge
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Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 10:59 AM UTC
Painting with light
Within the line of an actors voice Heed the melting ear A butterfly alights on each word Silence transforms make up to a vivid glow
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Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 9:48 AM UTC
Speaking the written word