Christopher K Bayliss

Christopher K Bayliss Sep 2014

We all know of the horrors
of the world that cause such strife,
were hunger and disease
initiate often in life.

Disasters and war
creating havoc far away
where terrorists reach out their swords
so Governments might sway.

Where life is so easily removed
with just one single swipe
and those who have the might
of force can solve it with air strikes.

Whilst the human population
can initiate such hate.
I like to think that together
we could make a world so great.

The creature that is "MAN"
have proven what they can achieve
and if this could be directed,
then perhaps we might believe.

Believe that all together
things could begin to resolve.
Perhaps the problems of the past
would finally resolve.

Perhaps the poorer of this earth
could have enough to drink and eat.
Perhaps we wouldn't have to battle
with those kids from down the street.

We have the gift of innovation,
so let us have the sense for peace.
Lets fill the world with happiness
and gain of some release.

It could be something we could do
maybe it's perfectly feasible
all that needs to come up front
is for people to be reasonable.

Our lives would be preferable
if our thoughts could rearrange.
Things could be much better
if we all did dream for change.

The brains are all around us
and the talent is no dream
so together we could do it
and could make our world supreme.

Perhaps I'm just a dreamer
who often wishes for the best.
But to make this a reality
we should not ever rest.

It's a nice thought that instead of changing the world, the world could changed us.
17th September 2014

#love #dream #war #peace #life #hate #world #change #better

Sep 2014

KarmaPolice

The Bus Stop (Fiction)

Here I stand upon this stop,
It's my ritual every day,
With all the other zombies,
Tired and looking grey,

The thought of public transport,
Irritates my brain,
As the bus arrives at my stop,
Packed like a commuter train,

The usual faces look away,
Thinking please don't sit with me,
I park my **** upon their bags,
I pretend I didn't see,

The huffing and the puffing,
People late for work,
The woman sitting next to me,
Thinking...he's an effing ****,

Trying not to look at her,
Or the hairy man in front,
I look at the condensation,
As her elbow gives a shunt,

Getting up from my seat,
Needs balance and an awkward grin,
The bus brakes late upon this stop,
As she heels me in the shin,

My eyes welling up,
As I let out a massive ****,
The poor old lady gags,
Pulling up her winters scarf,

Embarrassed by my actions,
I pressed the button quick,
The odour travelled up my nose,
I think that i'll be sick

Fighting past the commuters,
Trying to get some air,
I knew it was too late....
Throwing up on some ladies hair,

So now I drive to work,
Past the Bus Stop that she waits,
We are married with two children,
Some people call it fate,

Sep 2014

SøułSurvivør

Flame Rose

etched
under my skin
flame roses
blister

scars
on the
palms of my
hands bleed
stigmata
thorns

my eyes
freeze to crystal
the tears around
my neck are
fashioned
in lace-black
obsidian

my lips
the color of amber
and fire
are vows
never
broken

my moons
are scarlet
my stars
are cold
my sun
is silver
and

beaten

gold

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 16, 2014

This just emerged.
I saw a photo
of a burning rose
and thought, "Aha! There's a poem
here somewhere!"
I saw the rose on the site of
Deborah Brooks Langford

Sep 2014

Joe Cole

Creativity

I saw the old man circling the tree trunk
Weather beaten skin, bent gnarled hands
and piercing blue eyes

He seemed to study every knot and crack
in that ancient timber

Then without a word turned and picked up hammer and chisel

The wood chips then began to fly and like confetti on the ground lie soon in heaps some ankle high

Occasionally he would stand back and look but never once a rest he took

Mallet strokes both hard and soft some from under some aloft fell there with unerring skill always busy never still

Long into the night he worked now by the light of an oil lamp and so the tree stump 'neath his hand then became a work of art

At long last he stood and turned to me and said three words " that'll do lad"

I approached to see just what he'd done and there I saw the perfect rose every petal and leaf in place the slender stems in the breeze did sway

With no plan or picture he had made the start
And created the perfect work of art.

So what is creativity? Well that's your next challenge.

No love poems because they've been done a million times. This time something unique

I decided to repost this after reading it, was going to change a few things but decided that its fine as it is

Christopher K Bayliss Sep 2014

Lola's Lunch

Falling to earth with such a crash,
antenna waves and legs do thrash
as panic fills this quiet place,
invading visitor is fast to race.

It chirps so loud, out into the night
perhaps to explain its weary plight.
In hope that someone may attend
and come to rescue a dear friend.

Alas the latter does not show
but I think that it doesn't know,
as off it stalks with knowledge none,
his fate is not an healthy one.

I sit in such a peaceful state.
Contented just to sit and wait
until this morsel feels secure.
As legs thrash through silky lure.

Until that time with such a gasp,
the critter steps into my grasp.
To struggle now is not of worth
as my fangs intrude throughout its girth.

With a body now so soft and limp,
interior now a lovely drink.
Its frenzied kicks to get away
for this cricket will never pay.

Venoms course, its presense felt,
a life that dwindles with the melt.
All that's left are bones to crunch
As this Tarantula enjoys her lunch

August 2012

#food #feed #tarantula #cricket #lola

Christopher K Bayliss Sep 2014

For the Love of my Man!

I would do all for the
love of my man,
cause he does things to me
that no-one else can.

When he looks at me
it pull strings in my heart.
Although I'm sometimes
put off when I hear him ****.

I do love to look
at him sleeping at night.
But he should shut the door
when he's having a *****.

He should open a window
when he exits the loo,
and pull the **** chain
so I can't see his poo.

I wish he would learn
how to do washing up
not to drop cigarette butts
in a half empty cup.

He could fold his clothes up
and put them away
not to just take them off
and leave them where they lay.

Not to fix carburrettas
on the new coffee table
and perhaps to drink less
so his walking is stable.

With this in my mind
I still feel such a force
but feel much better now
since I had the divorce.

16th Sept 2014

#love #hate #mess #drink #do #divorce #dont