mark-penfold
I hope that you like my poetry, its experienciences from my unbelievable life which has been up, down and shattered on the rocks more times than i can remember. but has somehow strangely made me a better person for it, / / I would love to publish locally but honestly dont know if my work is strong enough, but they help me release which is all that matters. / / Im a heart broken soul who lives an extremely sad and lonely tortured existence as unlike others I mate for life. I have withdrawn myself entirely from society and I ache so much I feel like I'm dying.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
In the darkest of times i feel i have felt your breath,
Whisper in my ear, as a lantern in the dark within me.
Im sure it was you who helped me stand each time i fell,
I felt your grip upon my shoulders lift me up countless times again.
At times i even stumbled in my faith but you reminded me with a glimpse of Hell,
You mopped my brow throughout lifes weary trying times akin to countless droplets of the rain.
When my strength and eager ounce of faith were tested,
It took me many years to spot the signs and wisdom taught.
In darker peril with soul and lesser mortal body staked and bested,
A noble sign or even angel would appear upon my humble path or court.
You have shown me bitter yet sweeter even knowledge only meant for end of days,
I have encountered, witnessed demons play and satans legions.
Are you preparing me for some other unworldly task? must i change my heathen ways,
To unbind and unshackle my costly vice and burdens prior carried throughout these vast unchartered regions.
I now begin to comprehend and understand the fortitude of your wisdom,
Taking root inside me and growing like a glowing ember in the dark.
To prepare my unworthy soul and being for when i gladly sit beside you in your kingdom,
At leave of day in night is it your distant pius holy voice i hark?.
For many years i wondered if i walked between these untrodden astral paths alone,
But looking back i now realise how foolish i could be.
Because it was you dear lord who always guided and walked me home,
As there were two sets of footprints side be side, or even one set when you surely carried me.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 7:56 PM UTC
The lion hides behind the truth,
A gallant knight on pain of sword.
The blind man sees which way to go,
A beggar finds his just reward.
A babblers tounge will never cease,
The tin man masks a heart of gold.
A compass always pointing north,
an unloved heart is treasure sold.
The castle strong as weakest point,
The truth will always stay the same.
A lonesome clock has all the time,
How can mortal man give God a name?
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
Time appeals to those who wait,
A calendar without a date.
No point of interest here or there,
A nomad life without a care.
Until one day a lone chance fleeting,
Made in haste upon a lazy greeting.
Will you dip your toe within those rivers,
Of contraband? and selfless givers.
Upon the rostrum bear your soul,
As naked as a childs doll.
While new sensations spark the senses,
you seize your mind but body tenses.
So onward! now from past decay,
Yes! homeward bound youll start today.
To feed the mind instead of silence,
You now see beauty in the violence.
Such wild distemper of a troubled mind,
Seek recompense in all you find.
For time is always on the side,
Of new Spring flotsam on the tide.
So grasp that oar with all your might,
Muster all your nerves to fight.
Lifes breaking waves and vicious tide,
For time is always on your side.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
Those multitudel inglorious days,
With eager tounge and fearless youth.
Indignant in our stubborn ways,
We fought the system nail and tooth.
Unreliance on mechanical wears,
Or self compliance bitter taught.
We sought the path that wanted wear,
A princely sum yet still we bought.
Sheer confidence in ones esteem,
But pride will always take a fall.
Those days rush by me like a stream,
Too fast to catch or yet recall.
Immortal reason warmed our bones,
We chased the sun and caught its rays.
Auspicious notions now outgrown,
Of early bird inglorious days.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
Forest burning down at night,
A halting captivating site.
Woody survivors count their toes,
Inbetween the amber glows.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
How do you turn off love?
How can you make it so?
I still ask for this answer above,
While i sleep where the cold winds blow.
For you never broke my overwhelmed heart,
It was well and truly shattered.
See, the void cant be filled in the dark,
No mass can compare; the memories scattered.
I begged God, long ago, many years,
To send me an angel so true.
Its the reason i cry all these tears,
As he sent me my soulmate in you!
Sometimes it feels like a dream,
Did it happen? a lifetime ago?
We made such a beautiful team,
I still cant believe that its so.
For i am now just a wondering soul,
When were gone, will our love still exist?
We forged a diamond out of lacklustre coal,
And 13 Peregrine road was the catalyst.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:19 PM UTC
I am the last lone passenger of the night,
My heart is dark, yet dark is darker still.
You will not remember me, as morning tremble wakes and changes into sight,
My tainted shape and form disguised by mighty nocturnal shadow just until.
Illuminated by the paler rays of furthest father moon,
In quickened beat of step I now distress.
And intend to silly race the waking golden rays come too soon,
My reward is raging amber light in break of day, but absent friend I must confess.
My tired hiding soul can never reach its fill of wandering darkened wanton way,
It took me years but after many endless tears I finally grasped,
My soul enchained, a constant prisoner to the day.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:13 PM UTC
What will become of me?
Where will i go?
When the high hill paths are closed to me,
Escape, blocked in with snow.
Shall i now live in barren tundra?
And wait for new spring thaws.
Or anticipate the thunder,
So board up all my doors.
To risk the high hill paths,
At this late time of year.
Or barricade myself in thoughts,
Squalid solitude; and fear.
See one path leads to heaven,
And one leads straight to hell.
Do you know what will become of me?
I Promise i wont tell.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:07 PM UTC
There must be rain and lots of rain,
Enough to fill the river Seine.
Till Mrs Frog and Mr Toad,
Will choose to risk the night again.
See, Mrs frog is kind of queer,
She sits the same spot most of year.
Amphibifun! An avid leaper,
But home again when daylight near.
Then Mr toad, a grumpy winner,
An eagle eyed reptilian sinner.
He hates the rain and lost a leg,
When something fancied him for dinner!.
But on that rare and lucky night,
When circumstance and weather right.
These loyal suitors meet at last,
As Cupid’s spell is at its height.
Five years have past, they’re still together,
Meeting frequent, sometimes never.
But neither gives up on the other,
Not storm, not tide, nor any weather.
What loyalty? What love? What deeds?,
Take place amongst those silent reeds.
Frog and Toad; he hates the rain!
But love and patience still exceeds.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:03 PM UTC
When old age takes you, years hence, moves, misshapes and betwixt you into mortal parts,
Where once lost memories and thoughts, take centre stage and regret, like famished rodents, gnaw upon your withered heart.
The bodied cage, worn out, divided over many leagues and years,
Time is shorter than a happy smile, so do not waste it with your tears.
The mind is frail, yet time and exit frailer still,
Condemned to lonely wonder on that high precipice of early dawn and sky lark shrill.
Regrets prove plenty, akin to timeless grains of sand,
left strewn across the salty shore, which cause abrasive sores both in spirit and in humble man.
The mind again, yes that oldest tempest foe,
Who tries to cheat you of your common wits.
The blind man sees which way to go,
The liars tongue is made of gold, the wise man thinks but never sits.
You search, yet fumble all the same, time and anguished time again, through nameless worn out keys,
To invisible shackles, which are as boundless as the raging seas.
Those spellbound, never ending fetters, ***** and chains,
Like endless seasons dance upon, and tread beneath untrodden moss of natures rains.
You MUST! Leave at once, and elevate your tired being, BEYOND! The confines of our fragile mind,
Free yourself, unbind regrets, mistakes and worries, and leave old burdens far behind.
Or else risk damnation and eternal loss, the final mystery unravelled,
Abandon all you seek of yesterday, and set upon that road less travelled.
We are all but struggling insects, crawling on the face of God entire,
Until that fateful day, at final close of stormy play, we all succumb, relief and vigorous delights await.
To gentle lay and leave our mortal coil upon the wire,
Our aching soul, abandoned, to the wingless, shrouded, hands of wicked fate.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 2:39 PM UTC