penny-granger
English
I like to write in my spare time, poems and short stories mainly. Time flies so quickly but I do try and write when the mood takes me. I love Walking, along the nearby Canal Paths, ( I dream of owning a Narrow Boat) the Local Woods and anywhere that stirs the imagination, Reading, (Science Fiction mainly) watching films (Johnny Depp orientated usually), Gardening, (when I can fit it in, weeds seem to grow like wildfire)..and I believe that you make your own path through this life, so plant flowers as you go and brighten your way.. / / I blog as much I can, posting my poems and short stories on two sites. / http://ladypfab1.blogspot.com/ / & / http://penpusherpen.wordpress.com/ / both of these sites have enabled me to share my words and thoughts about life and it's many phases, light and dark... I enjoy filling any empty page, hopefully with something people will want to read.
The flame, it burns eternal,
mortals have no say.
We are born,
thus we die,
’tis rightly
written this way.
The battle is never over
for neither side truly wins.
Good or evil cannot conquer,
they are co-joined as twins.
LadyP©2014
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Oh
dear,
I seem to
have lost it,
altho’ I feel it’s somewhere near.
I only used it a second ago
and put it just about here.
Mayhap you’re in possession
unknowing, you now have two.
Please, would you check for double vision?
Two souls, instead
of the one
that is
you.
LadyP©2014
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Perched high on a crag,
legs poised to spring,
hearts beating wildly
as we take to the wing
catching warm thermals,
to float on thin air,
taking breath quickly,
hardly any to spare
Now is the time,
wings spread out wide
a smooth operation,
to bank as we glide.
Flowing the motion,
as fluidity is key,
we land, we devour, for Vultures we be…
LadyP©2014
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
The voice said
“Go back
‘Tis not
your time”
I floated down
to this body of mine,
lying there, flesh ‘n bone,
soulfully lost, on my own,
for the light was still there,
shining bright, calling to me,
feeling so right, beautiful,
pulling, surely not dreamt?
It just wasn’t my time,
‘Twasn’t meant.
LadyP©2014
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Is it
weakness to share?
is it weakness to care,
weakness to let others
see how you fare?
Surely strength
plays a part,
in a pure
loving
heart
sharing, caring,
giving,
‘tis a positive start…
LadyP©2013
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
It appears
I’m climbing a mountain,
my whole life a spur to the top.
At the moment it feels slow going
I’m afraid to slowdown and stop.
Looking back I see many detours,
mistaken when faith grew weak.
When the way seemed easier,
or so I thought, until the
trail led me back to seek,
the true path to the crown,
to the summit, where every
breath is now thin and frail.
Reaching the pinnacle of life’s
desire, to achieve flight, not to
plummet and thereby fail.
LadyP©2013
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
You asked could you be forgiven,
I said yes, but you see I lied.
You asked if you had hurt me,
I said no, truth is I cried.
Truth can be sometimes hurtful,
make the vulnerable even more so.
Then you asked if we had a future,
I answered with truth,
coup de grâce,
a loud
No!!
LadyP©2014
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
I LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR’S GAZE
AND BEFORE ME I DID SEE
EYES….SO, SO FRIGHTENING…
STARING BACK AT ME
WHO WAS BEING REFLECTED,
I DIDN’T RECOGNISE THE FACE
THEN WITH DAWNING HORROR
THE FEATURES I DID TRACE
MY EYES SLOWLY WANDERED
FROM FOREHEAD TO POINTED CHIN
AND AS I TRIED TO BACK AWAY,
I WAS INSTANTLY ****** IN
UNTIL I WAS STARING OUTWARD,
FROM THE MIRROR TO THE WORLD
THE LAUGHING FIGURE STARING INWARD,
FLEW AWAY, WINGS UNFURLED.
BLAME ME FOR WHAT HAPPENED,
BLAME ME FOR MY PLIGHT
HOW DID I KNOW ‘TWAS MAGIC,
LOOKING IN THE MIRROR AT NIGHT?
AM I FOREVER DOOMED THIS WAY,
IS THERE A POSSIBLE ESCAPE?
CAPTURED BY A SCARING LOOK
FROM A CREATURE IN A CAPE
SO, HERE I AM A PRISONER,
‘TIL ANOTHER DARES LOOK IN
I COULD ONLY WISH IT BE
THE ONE WITH THE POINTED CHIN
I HAVE TO THINK QUITE DEEPLY,
SURELY I COULD FREE MYSELF WITH EASE
FOR HOW ABOUT YOU, DEAR READER,
LOOK INTO THE TRICKY MIRROR, PLEASE?
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 3:02 AM UTC
Do you ever get a feeling,
of something not quite right?
That an adventure’s going to happen
and maybe tonight’s the night.
As the feeling grows inside you
almost too much to bear
you shy at your own long shadow,
then suddenly it’s not there….
You feel magic all around you,
touching the hairs on your skin,
whatever fate has stored for you
you wish it would simply begin.
The air crackles with foreboding
as forked lightning strikes outside,
you hear thunder in the heavens
but there’s nowhere near to hide,
You stare at the copper lantern
you polished a few seconds ago,
as you rubbed three times, you wished a wish
Can you remember it? I Do Hope So!!
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 2:49 AM UTC
Come.., let me paint you a mental picture,
there’s a room, with a window and door,
there inside, a lost and broken man,
with head in hands, sat down on the floor.
A table, looming large, takes centre stage
it’s full of papers, cast hastily about,
and as his eyes gaze sorrowfully on them,
he starts to cry, when he really wants to shout
He wants to shout out loud in his anguish
he wants to scream, and blame it on fate,
he’d taken a gamble and lost all that mattered
one roll of the dice, meant it was much too late.
His love was gone, and never returning
she was gone, taking his heart in her hands
she was so tired of his broken promises,
leaving him alone, with their two golden bands.
Come..., let me paint you a mental picture,
as hope rising, he stares at the door,
and there she was, his love and anchor
One last chance, he whispers, just one chance more!!
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 2:43 AM UTC