Isaac Godfrey

Isaac Godfrey Jun 2017

You see, as the wind blows upon the seas of Ireland,
The mind of the solution sprays upon the land,
notice how the heart and soul of the rains,
and how the emotional rhythm goes hand in hand,
I often can't help but see how the sky goes cold but that
only makes you warmer inside,
and the cozy emotional phenomena
reveals the rains mind it will hide.

In Britain, the rains from the Irish seas always seems to make you warm inside with it's cold but refreshing breeze, often the rain is so light and soft the ground is still rather dry.

#rain #mind #warmth #cold

Isaac Godfrey Jun 2017

Swede

~ Not far below the earth, concealed within the ground,
~ lies a common vegetable, in a medium mound,
~ See this plant is seldom main,
~ and really is simply rather plain,
~ If the traditional family have friends they need to feed,
~ it very often overlooked that that stew contains a Swede

~ Normal sized veg, not very special at all,
~ this plant be dubbed the Swede, the Swede we like to call,
~ often hard  and burgundy and round,
~ within our soup it is often found,
~ So if in need of savory your dish  may be,
~ you must always try the Swede you see.

~ I am not trying to say the Swede is  definitively the best ,
~ nor do I mention it's stands out from the rest,
~ I mean the Swede
~ is within no need
~ to be more mundane or less.

Just a little piece of literature I was inspired to create upon simply gazing at a large and particularly ordinary and humble Swede. I do not mean Swede as in a Swedish person.

#vegetable #miscellaneous #nonsense

Isaac Godfrey Jun 2017

My town Whitby

Wonderful town of Whitby, hundreds of marketplaces,
England's own astounding alleys of traditional aces,
Many things this obscure area tends to hide,
the most enjoyable boating docks and brine and quayside.
With cobbled streets aplenty,
Whitby is where I'd like to be,
no matter where on earth,
Whitby is the best for me.
Wonderful town of Whitby, Honour be upon it's history,
But how it's backstory came to be differs as a mystery.
Once upon a supposed legacy of legend and lore,
One quite possibly never seen before.
With it's Mystic vampiric anomaly,
Whitby is certainly my place,
no matter where on earth,
I'd love to be upon this space.
Wonderful town of Whitby, many books wrote about it,
with Whales, abbeys and vampires, it's hard to doubt it,
rare and beautiful creatures, dance within the mist,
Humpback, White and Minkeys on this list.
With it's Whales and sightings,
Whitby is my Sweven,
no matter where on earth,
This town is my Heaven.

The word 'Sweven' is derived from a dialect describing it to be a Dream-like vision, alike a paradise, I attempted to locate more origin and backstory but was unable to find more information on the word. It apperears it comes from old Norse and English.

#whitby #england

Isaac Godfrey Jun 2017

Morning Bat

Bat within the morning,
basking upon the dawn,
frolicking within the dull red,
as the heavens begin to yawn.
Bat within the skies,
enjoying the lulling breeze,
flitting through the autumn forest,
wandering 'round the trees.
Bat within it's home,
eaten many flies,
hibernate throughout the day,
then take to the skies.

This is a simple piece of literature that follows the delightful routine of a bat traversing the morning lands, heading home.

#bats #nature #forest #morning #zen #relaxing

Isaac Godfrey May 2017

Little Critter

Little Velvety creature.
precious animal friend,
brown ball of soft fur,
Humans think it's all to lend.

Do not harm our delicate companion!
must we always fritter?
alas our friend is decreasing in numbers...
save our cherished critter!

small beloved animal -
now protected in his home,
safe from terrible people -
miniature friend - no longer alone.

A small poem constructed efficiently, I originally wasn't going to make it rhyme, hence it's lack of rhythm.

#animal #creature #care #protect

Isaac Godfrey May 2017

'Wanderer'

No Sense of Belonging,
No Place to go.
Wander through the night, Wander through the snow.
Wander through the Storms, as it rains so hard.
No Home near, No home far.
Wander the streets and upon the Park,
Wander ‘til the sky goes dark.
They wander past, but they don’t see,
I’ll Never have a place to be.

No place to call Home,
No place to stay.
Wander, fade, till you rot away
Wander so wide, Wander so far,
Wander ‘til thy only memoir
descent to loneliness, reality to stray,
Your only memory, left to Decay.

My first poem. But has only just debuted on this site. built with thoughts of the Homeless.

#homeless #belonging #first #melancholy

Isaac Godfrey May 2017

‘The Barbed wire’

An iron fence stands,
Hurting those that dare pass it,
Now we must turn back.

#haiku #575 #pain