I am young, my eyes gilded
Cannot see the way clear
So far to go, and the path is broken
As I walk in soft cotton shoes
Crushing the rocks underfoot
Like popcorn
Sparks of light, have interrupted
the membrane, I can sense
My world, this world
Being old in its infancy
As the universe throws rocks
Like popped corn
Burnt like the sun
Life, ours, broke the skin
We are all children, born with closed eyes
Heavy is the weight of our steps
As the world turns to dust behind us
Like crushed popcorn
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
Let not love take to flight
Consuming thought and reason
For it can burn with fiery might
Pray. do not heed the poet’s delight
As he fervently pens his newest obsession
Let not love take to flight
Guard your fledging heart, so bright
How easily it can be scorched by loves passion.
For it can burn with fiery might
Blinded, by rose tinted sight
Too lost in he, too late to see his seduction
Let not love take to flight
His words, his lips, excite
Desire ignites into molten combustion
For it can burn with fiery might
But, how hard will the break smite?
How far the fall into tears? I beg, take caution
Let not love take to flight
For it can burn with fiery might
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 3:53 PM UTC
I long to break skin
To breathe, to take in
A breath of weathered sky
Watch the end of nights lullaby
As brittle with early dew
A rising sun is born anew
As I batter with fists against this cage
The walls crack with the rage
Too long in silence, my quiet room
This butterfly has broken from its tomb
Blinking against the growing pale
I spread out wings, fragile and frail
Wary, my steps slowly lead the way
From the darkest room, to a brightening day
I can smell the scent of tomorrow
And I can see the world, coloured rainbow
I’ve been too long hidden, out of sight
Now I fly, as my wings take to flight
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 4:43 PM UTC
How quiet is the rolling breath
Of foam upon it’s seeping death
The grey winds taken from the shore
As sand and rock are left no more
For life will not tally beneath the sail
Of crisp white linen, slashed by rusted mail
No more, no more the bell will chime
Upon the passing winds of time
The dead are sailing upon quiet seas
Their hopes are scattered in the breeze
Far from home and far to go
These unquiet souls lie below
Cursed forever, to sail and roam
This Flying Dutchman will hold no home
No port awaits this journey’s end
No harbour sits around the bend
It sails through twilight, night and day
The bow holds its course, the star leads the way
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 10:12 AM UTC
Under the boughs of prickly green
Golden spheres of glass, set the scene
Catching light in prism sparks
As fairy lights bloom amongst the dark
They twist and turn, a glittering glow
Like stars exploding in a Cosmic show
As voices sing the joy of the season
Wonder is seen through eyes of children
For dressed in magnificence for all to see
This living, shimmering Christmas tree
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
Hands are not for high fives
When meeting up with friends
hands are not for taking selfies
Of parties with strangers at weekends
Hands are washing for 20 seconds
while singing a special song
Hands are for clapping
For our NHS, thank you all, be strong.
Faces can show a thousand signs
Of emotions we hold inside
Faces can show life's lines
As we smile, and laugh and grow
Faces can be all of these
But in this we must beware
Faces can also cough and sneeze
So cover up, wear a mask, don't share
Space is not the outer space
Where men travel to the moon
Space is not the parking bay
Where I park, and be back soon
Space is not the inner space
Where time's taken to reflect and grow
Space is the distance between humans
2m to stop the passing of Covid flow
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
Missing traffic on a tarmac road
A plane scraping sky with it’s holiday load
Missing the roar of fans, match day
And Music concerts where people sing and sway
Missing the sound of footsteps in the city and town
Pub crawls with friends, starting from the Rose and Crown
Loving the quiet, the peace that silence brings
My heart could break at the song the blackbird sings
Loving the air, I can smell the grass not the emission fumes
How clean the sky, as the Earth breaks into flora blooms
Loving this time that the planet has been given
To take some time, a breath of air, a habit broken
Time to spend in deep reflection
Taking the space to find further direction
Time to look at what you really need
Not what you want in this modern greed
Time to see the world anew
A living breathing home for all, for me and you
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
I can hear the sound
Another star burns
A roar of wind
Hot and dry
Warms up the frozen universe
Then a shock of light
Ignites the night sky
Poppy red covers my eyes
My body consumed in
A blaze of fire
I am starbursting
Atoms take flight
Across infinite expanses
To worlds not yet found
There they fall and grow
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
Summer days are past
The way we were
Lost in dimming days
Of rose scented gardens
Frost has taken the perfume
And taken you with it too
Hard to remember a time
When I did not have your hand
In mine, warm and secure
Hands are now frostbitten
From the untouched chill
Falling snow fills the landscape
A canvas of white, unwritten
Choices ready to write the verse
Of future episodes
In this living book
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Tell me
What your heart
Has spoken
The word enlarges
In your chest
Your hands can’t keep it
Inside
I hear the beating thrill
Of wings lifting your feet
As the word carries you high
Say it then
Lift me with you
Your eyes hold joy
Your mouth
Speaks
I Love You
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC