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1.1k · Feb 2011
The Swan Women
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Not in the ***** urban lakes
or zoos and sanctuaries
in her moorland stream and loch
where spirits slow and ease
dressed in white calm and alone
a woman passes by
try to speak then look around
above you in the sky!
tied to her loch by loves hard cord
a tryst from ancient years
awaiting her love who swore by his sword
to save her from her fears
the spell to break and set her free
but his life was lost years past
he fell in the desperate quest to return
and eternities spell holds fast
1.1k · Mar 2011
Should I
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Should I....

I struggle to write now those poems not deep
something shallow and empty that won't make you weep
am I too intense maybe over the top
I've not got a clue perhaps I should stop

Just have so much pleasure when putting stuff down
leaves me feeling good and takes off my sad frown
just words from the heart off  a ***** Welsh fool
whose heart feels it's had a great kick from a mule
1.1k · Feb 2011
Wine Glass Full of Water
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Wine glass full of water now
last weeks was full of pills
sat and looked for hours at it
no place for happy thrills
poured wine in until it met
the high point of the pile
it melted into mess and gunge
that tasted ******* vile
didn't really do that much
hardly any power
didn't want to die or hurt
just sleep to numb an hour
all that **** is history
prescription ripped up in the bin
got a happy life for me
won't hurt my friends with that old sin
painful flashbacks ******'s ghosts
I overreact and always  frown
got to protect my friends the most
to remember the ones that I let down
1.1k · Mar 2011
How Nef Came to the Goddess
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Rhian took her best milk cow
two sheep skins
and her healthy sow
to Olwen in the woods
of green to plead
for her to intercede..

"Olwen help me if you can
i've just a wee daughter
and a fading man
the sun makes him crawl
when he tries to plough
he never does fall
I don't know how

My daughter is pretty
and her hands are soft
she dreams of spirits
and gazes aloft
her eyes are far sighted
gentle and grey
she is my sweet
and I'll keep her that way

Please send me a boy
to work the land
so my girl can keep
that soft wee hand
before my good man
leaves us all
I need a child
please hear our call"

"Listen Rhian of Pont Erwyd
nothing from me ever is hid
you sit and keep your gifts so kind
sit and listen as I speak my mind

Put your girl into the field,
teach her to farm and tools to wield
she will come to love the work of her hands
as much as any worthy man
Your husband may be hurt inside
I healed his wound when he nearly died
don't worry Rhian oh my dear
He won't leave you for many a year

Send the girl to the Leri for my special grey clay
she must bring it back by the next day
I will throw a *** of ancient form
then work it till the clay is warm
next bring your barley your seeds and leaves
into the *** then these we will weave
I'll fire it and as they burn off in smoke
my timeless words will be soft spoke
they will carry the spell into the air
far out to the goddess strong and fair
a bargain she will make  for you
think on this her word is true

Rhian tell your Daughter Nef
to think and hold a moments breath
what she can have for her long life
does she want to be a wife

Rhian a boy will come to you soon
lie with your man on the next full moon
and if your Nef then makes a choice
she will speak with the Goddess' voice

No girl of quiet soft and neat
Woman of spirit rough hands and feet
striding over the hills and vales
One more Great Woman for the Gaels"

" Olwen you are so right to see
the truth and what will come to be
but keep you  my gifts I'll gladly part
for the words you give and your warm heart"
More work time sneaky poems....will get the sack......shhhhh
1.1k · Mar 2011
Cup and Ring
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Cup and Ring

My rings made in a circle
were carved in summer warm
slowly gowing in the rock
while our child took form

so when you leave the heather
or go beyond the sea
the carvings carry memories
of how you came to me

We spent the summer in the hills
through calm and rain and gales
and as we lay together
we dreamed a thousand tales

You left me in the winter
slain by raiders from the sea
but my rings of stone remember
that short summer we were free
A sneaky work time poem, written while cleaning
1.0k · Feb 2014
Torments of the North
jeremy wyatt Feb 2014
Of all the torments of the north
I hold the wind most grim
Scything the very hope from my heart
tears of ice thrown raging back
to scour my soul
folorn curses fail and falter
till mute I quail before its barren ire
eye imploring mercy
from uncaring natures might
are blinded by its savagery
As it tears away my sight
Of all the torments of the North
I hold the wind most grim
1.0k · Jan 2011
Gypsy's Kiss
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Hold onto my skirt she said
grab tight and you'll be alright
we won't be slow
I didn't let go
pulled along with the summer song
dancing through flowers and rain
feel the wonder forget the pain
where are your shoes
she smiled what are shoes...?
she danced for the joy
and the small wee boy
then carried me home
Nana's Gran was a gypsy too
she kissed me and said
Then you are too...
1.0k · Oct 2011
Drying your hair
jeremy wyatt Oct 2011
Drying your hair
next to me
all the glory I need to see
blue wrapped angel
warm and safe
you make our home
a blessed place
1.0k · Dec 2010
Up inside my bum
jeremy wyatt Dec 2010
Half way up inside my ***, is a little kind of lump,
like a chum who lets me down, but i cannot give a thump!
Into next week..
'cos my eyes would start to leak.

It's become a constant presence, though a little bit unpleasant,
so don't tell anyone.
Shhh...
That's not it bursting I must stress, although I do confess,
I inserted a brush handle by the light of Susan's candle,
and made a ****** gush.

A sable number 2,
which you are welcome to,
and you can have  the mush.
The Amoco Cadiz, would have quailed at the outflow,
millions of surfers would have shrank and yelled "oh no",
this is not lush, please flush. And do rush.

So a reduction in the pressure of this dinky little fissure,
may not last so very long,
can't say the same about the pong.......

So a shilly shally poking, with a brush that now is broken,
and my pals are all a- choking while the question then is  spoken.
Why put a brush where the sun don't shine,
A roller does it better every time!

And has more coverage!
1.0k · Jan 2011
Pasties!
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Pasties and poo,what a mix.
Taste much better than weetabix.
Trouble is, it sort of sticks.
To my teeth and my plate.
But it still tastes great!
Mum says the poo is a kind of salami,
I think my Mum is completely barmy!
Another one for the Wee ones group!
1.0k · Feb 2011
Carried Soft
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Warm child whispers in my mind
singing of quiet safe sleep womb held
wistful quiet too young for words
red glow of inside carried soft
awaiting futures undreamed
new trauma of light and birth
some so precious fade and fail
but we cherish their wee heartbeats still
Another illicit work poem, got to get them out x
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Tomorrow comes to quick these days
whizzing, sprinting through my gaze
as the years go rushing by
slow down, I'm worried that I'll die.
I'll miss things that are yet to be
I want to live? Is that really me?
"******* you cheeky liar
we got the wood for your funeral pyre!
All the times you tried to leave
last rites made us start to grieve
then you recovered in a trice
put the burial on ice."
nearly went in the big french crash
on my head oh, what a smash
lost my memories for a bit
can't spot my friends, makes me feel ****
drunk bad stuff, burnt inside
still got a grin a half mile wide
set on fire for fun while fishing
"An extinguisher!" I was wishing
loads of pills, ergotomine too
saw bad things from satan's zoo
tunnel of light like in the movies
got sent back, yeah really groovy
ICU with all false names
never knew me, good at that game
now there's stuff I need to do
people help me to pull through
so think I'll try and stick around
not go six feet beneath the ground
This poem made me happy!
1000 · Mar 2011
Broken Threads
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Broken hearts and broken threads
my poetic soul is left for dead
cannot write a single verse
except this stuff here dour or worse
want to write of sun and schemes
of  hares and birds and sweet sweet dreams
but got myself down in a hole
now poetry has lost it's soul
perhaps it will get back to me
feel so sad I cannot see
like filling in some rotten form
not feeling welcomed wanted warm
tried today all morning long
every verse has gone so wrong
Judy post us a challenge please
this new site has me on my knees X
This new site is draining my poetic spirit, feels like a chore every move here ,boo, feel so down about it......
991 · Mar 2011
On a Clear Day
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
On a clear day
The sun shines true
i feel its touch
warmth breaking through
but there is so much
I still cannot see
places I will never go
something I'm scared to be
On a clear dayI can see
almost to forever
but I can't find my way to you
983 · Apr 2011
Spring's Dreaming Rush
jeremy wyatt Apr 2011
Spring's dreaming rush unfolds before my eyes
unlooked for light and life's hope all renewed
eager shoots that set their faces to the skies
We strive to climb that bonds may be eschewed

Walk hand-in-hand amongst the breathing green
I begin to grow anew in spring's fresh light
and if I only flourish for a while
I have had a glimpse of something true and bright
982 · Jul 2013
The Clouds are Mine
jeremy wyatt Jul 2013
Build your nests of red bricks and stone
Dig your holes and bend the world to your will
The wind carries the scent of your folly to me

I may choose to dwell amongst the untrodden ways
or perch upon your spired vanity
but cherish not with pride the beloved ways of man
for what you make or take richens my domain

You may abide my enemies
but my triumph is centuries long
I have danced in the clouds with the souls of dead poets
and marked the long leagues
from the mountains to the sea

The skies are mine
My joy you never see
Tied to the earth
Forever burdened be
981 · Jan 2011
Fail
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Dead man walking                dazed
eyes blank                               and
killed by years                      searching
sraining to see                        for
the one thing that                    just
he knows will never come         one
spirit ground to the dust of tombs    slight
pallid spectres of no warmth                     chance
moving into the fringe of his gaze                 but
his lethargy tells                                                     as
there is little left for them to take                  so
no spark                                                                  often
no light                                                                  before
passion for life denied                                  whenever
the cloying                                                            comes
the clinging                                                            some
filth left upon him                                            desperate
in the dark                                                            perhaps
no choice but to                                               undeserved
try to wash this                                                     last
scar                                                                          clean
wound                                                                   chance
to scrape                                                              away
and to cut                                                            into
till blood flows                                                  my
knife cleanses nothing                               future
just mocks                                                       I
have nothing  left                                          fail
not even my blood                                       myself
drained out and soiled                               again
981 · Feb 2011
Late Empire
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Standing at the border
looking out beyond the wall
dreams of mist and forests deep
eastward hear the call
echoes of the secret glades
distant Osterwald
memories of crashing blades
ancient peoples fall
sent abroad and scattered far
brave resistance to atone
quiet whispers still we hear
stand and listen at the stone
977 · Dec 2010
Excuses
jeremy wyatt Dec 2010
Excuses are like hooses, they involve dwelling,
though you are all to wise and aren't buying what we're selling.

Cocconed within the words run thin
with each repetetive telling.

If excuses were like mooses with big handles on their heads,
the scary waft would warn you off and fibs not need be said.

(but the moose could start a-pooin' and the carpet would be ruined,
ravaged to its last remaining thread).

So feeling dicky, slightly sicky, see the daughters, broken waters,
what the hell comes first into the mind,

leave behind.
Well, the thing is......I'm sort of... you know...
960 · Mar 2011
Warmth and Light
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Springtime is coming from the south
I smell it taste it in my mouth
Calming dreams and precious talks
carrying you in my thoughts
and now there is a warmth and light
that grows a little every night
as I hear the sound of fingers drumming
"wake up soon the spring is coming!"
951 · Mar 2011
Cold Grey Screen
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Stuck looking at a cold grey screen
doesn't feel friendly just feels mean
where went all of the cosiness
I'm sorry but I must confess
that sometimes change for it's own sake
is something maybe to forsake
guess we all must persevere
can't lose what you have all done here
The  ambition to build it I admire
but something got lost aiming higher
still time for something to come through
can't imagine poems without all of you
946 · Jan 2011
Ma Breeks is Buggert
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Ma Bonny Breeks is Buggert
a wordy pair they were
was havin' a jink an' ******
an' split ma favorit pair

made me raize an' made me rair
man a was mad reamin'
fien-ma-care be buggert
set me to a-screaming

I had ta' pang my muckle belly
fair rax'd it in yin breeks
need a'skyrin pair the noo
Ta hoord will tak' ten weeks  !
Trying to be a wee bit Burnsy......and failing, sigh.....
942 · Mar 2011
Patches the Cat
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Patches you sound like the biggest yet
If I get to see you I'll never forget
your mom says you are about turkey-size
I know wee Lily and she doesn't tell lies
How the hell does she sleep at night
when for a snuggle all six cats fight
poor thing she must need a reinforced bed
six feisty cats that some would dread
but be kind to your Mommy please Patches the cat
lie down  careful or you'll squash Lily flat.....
940 · Jan 2011
TEACHERS?
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Teachers? I'll give you ****** teachers!
There was a lazy old worm
dodged him most of the term
he would let you go home
if you bought him a tome
that stimulated  shedding of *****
another thought he was fine
but at lunch he would sup on red wine
of english he thought that I could do nought
and mocked me all of the time
another for boredomes sake
found a rule he thought he could break
smash the lid of a desk on a boy he detests
then tell him the  tears he does fake
then there was Mr pereira
how we wished he was fairer
never gave a toss 'cos he was the boss
but there was one even scarier
Red-Neck....
Big and crazy
very lazy
beat the ****
out of me with his mate
for reasons they found hazy
used the dap
I wouldn't cry
so they got
metre rulers
and they did try
the brass bit cut my leg
and ripped my trousers
bullying *****
which was lousier
all I did was come in late
was depressed and sick
and full of hate for school
but a good boy not a fool
scarred me a bit
ha! they were all full of ****
when I passed my exams
they resented it
Best days of my life?

DOWN WITH SKOOL.....
I wrote a good poem, a kind teacher wanted to send it to a magazine. His rival, my teacher stopped him and was so nasty that until this December I had only written three more in 23 years...wow that long, boy I feel old ;o)
939 · Jul 2011
Flower of Summer
jeremy wyatt Jul 2011
A flower of summer
Plucked and held in the hand
Is soon lost as a footprint
Washes out of the sand
938 · Jan 2011
Slap Heid
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Got some hair upon my head
looks ok some girls have said
but if I stoop or look right down
wallop my bright gleaming crown!
A heli landing pad she says
and laughs at my next grumpy gaze
well knit me a wig, or maybe a hat
or cover it with a piece of mat!
We do felt making that could work
no I would look a ruddy berk....
Colour it in with a magic marker
do my grey so I go darker
Stop it all I've had enough
hirsutism proving way to tough
stick with what is clinging on
enjoy what's left before it's gone!
931 · Jan 2011
Off to the Garden
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Creeping through the kitchen
sneaking out the door
shhh my wee accomplice
if we're quiet we'll see more
left their feathers on the patio
their footsteps in the earth
I know there is a fairy-o
lets hunt for all we're worth
peeking in the buckets
and underneath the stone
told off by the two-year old
boy them kid's do moan!
"Iesus, see the fishies!"
her wee order not request
don't fall in, the water's cold
so cling her to my chest
I'm a fishy too I say
she almost does believe
but then instead of fish flakes
she feeds me rotten leaves
whoops I showed her something
throwing water in the air
now we both are slightly damp
won't tell your mum I swear
back to seeking fairies
and I'm crawling in the muck
got to find one somewhere
AHA! we are in luck!
a secret little wee one
hidden all away
but when she saw us coming
she turned to stone all grey.
not to worry little Freya
when we're gone awhile
she'll turn back to a fairy
with her pretty smile
now back to the kitchen
their rehearsals going well
mum looks close at her soggy sleeves
mum's can always tell.
what was she putting in your mouth?
Oh dead leaves, well thats ok!
a toddlers work is never done
and adults call it play....
920 · Jul 2013
Towton Tall
jeremy wyatt Jul 2013
Towton Tall

A blanket is my castle this night
clay smear walls
Tears freeze my face to my arm
I crave a wound
to feel hot blood's warming flow
Deer nest in the deep ferns
curling tight and still
but this dawn death coils
around each snow-scrape

Light comes
Skies sicken

Those who live
Awake and rouse
Today snow will blanket the Rose
As we stand Towton Tall
920 · Jan 2011
Telt
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
A woman telt me good today
"why do you look so feckin' gay?
Yer a bonny lad an' no mistake
but yez look like up yer doup ye' take!"
Now Scots women don't tend to be too soft
before I came here I would have scoffed
but being telt at point blank range
is kind of nice but very strange
Pointing, poking and checking my teeth
inspecting my body above and beneath
shaking their heads and whispering "oh,
the poor wee boy, disnae' he know?
Our women don't like your poems of poo
an' each of my girls is starker than you,
if they was to woo ye, you'd wintle all day
a scraich an'a scriegh you'll be sklented away!"
So quietly here in my flat I will hide
from the women who are making me so terrified.
A handful take pity and treat me quite well,
but I' m blate, buggert an' libbet the rest will all tell!
Thanks to Mr Burns for the loan of his words.
914 · Feb 2011
A thousand Songs to Light
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
One hundred ways to happiness
a thousand songs to light
different words and rhythyms
you found the one that's right
love and joy and caring
open to the world
secretly or sharing
wings closed or unfurled
try to touch the different
or learn to give them space
of this world or heaven sent
you help us find our place
For my Angel friend Susi x
896 · Jan 2011
Vincent The Fat Happy Cat!
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
A happy cat was on my lap.
All ginger, fat and having a nap.
He shared my cake,
all pretty, iced pink.
I bet it makes his poo poo stink.
He had enough of squashing me,
(he weighs a stone and a half you see)
jumped down, and checked his empty dish,
gave his ginger tail a swish.
Then he went off for another snooze,
dreaming of all the food he'd choose.
896 · Jan 2011
Fishy Fun!
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Aren't fish fun!
I have one.
My best chum.
Love it to death.
So hold your breath,
fish, and come!
Get in my pocket,
we'll go and find Mum!
890 · Jun 2012
Heart of the Land
jeremy wyatt Jun 2012
Beating steady beating fast
ancient rhythym of Albion's Green
dweller in earth and lair and field
lying close in grey and green
Your tunnels are like winding veins
that thread this land and never rest
eternal footsteps mark your path
wrought deeply into Gaia's breast
889 · Jan 2011
Kid's Stuff
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Why do bracelets fit up our noses?
One of many problems life poses.
Such as how do nappies keep in the poo,
until it squirts out and lands in my shoe.
Food is fun to play with and throw.
Toys taste good, though Mum says "No!"
Pets are for hugging,
sisters for bugging.
Tears can come after laughing,
but go quickly with hugging.
One thing goes well with all the above,
the happy wee children surrounded with love.
888 · Feb 2011
An Angel Fell Down
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
An Angel fell down and looked around
this new world of ours she just had found
enthralled by the vaults of evenings sky
nights hand touches heaven high
no ages lost  past times call out
she hears more where there is no shout
she sees why human hearts and eyes
do not all yearn for the heaven's skies
bones of the earth the sweet world's air
she come to see as whole and fair
sees love and wisdom shaped this land
as much as her own God so grand
began to see her time for change
was come and though it felt so strange
vision and love had now outgrown
the bonds of harsh religion flown
ahead lie worlds and dreams all new
a kinder world comes into view
and if ordered home by the King of Kings
she'd stand as a woman and shed her wings
887 · Jan 2011
Hare
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Saw a hare today so close I heard it breathe
ran straight by me then looked back
showing me how fast it can run
faster than anyone
follow me if you dare it's eyes shone
orange ringed bright speed and light
she won't hide and she won't fight
she'll just run
fastest thing in her fields
spring comes soon
dogs and guns
she'll keep running
885 · Oct 2011
She lies suspicious
jeremy wyatt Oct 2011
She lies still her eyes so black
confusion whispers under her breath
she is trying to will the cobwebs away
while memories blister dry and fade

"Are you my husband?" for the third time this shift
breathing quietly I stand and speak
tell he is long dead and gone
honesty counts when all is said and done

Will she cry out loud this time and yell
an angry shout for the truth I tell
she ponders with a relieved smile
"I'm glad" she says "the ******* gave me fifty years of hell"
882 · Feb 2011
Hold on to Her Glory
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Transcendant beauty of her soul
sailing through life a wonder in full sail
her children hold on to the glory of her
summer-flower dress and mother's hands
towing them to dreams and joy
no darkness can dwell in her light
love and smiles makes her  home heaven envy
spread your sails and fly in her following wind
she will carry all home just close your eyes and smile
878 · Mar 2011
Beyond the Sun
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
When I switch his bathroom light on
the fan starts to turn
a rumble and a whine taking him back through time....

Kaufmann starter kicking off
crack like thunder smoke and cough
from the man on the extinguisher in the smoke
laugh at his cursing you lip-read what he spoke
Wide track rumble to the strip
don't be long she overheats quick
airbourne twenty-four cylinders yell
thank you Rotol Goodyear and Shell
you might sigh for a merlin maybe
but fear this awkward sleeve-valve baby
nothing faster in the sky
get it wrong you are going to die
Fly off track to where she is staying
as you pass you feel her praying
then out across drowned Doggerland
skimming waves speed to command
December greys from sea to sky
hit the coast then climbing high
not trains or targets in the  rubble
today your flying into trouble
Their last big throw to claim the air
put all theirs up from anywhere
trails in the sky mark souls that fall
just men who answered duty's call
over Holland's blasted ports
remember rocketing those forts
now a maelstrom fire and shell
into modern Dante's hell
you picked a speck to follow down
moving fast this chap's no clown
kicking rudder yawing mind
he doesn't see you down behind
A TA 152 now you know
see now howbloody fast they go
push the throttle out to the stop
break the limit wire hope she won't pop
sees you know and spirals round
gaining height you're gaining ground
an elegant sight for both to see
but this is the last thing he will see
Twenty millimetre rounds
make an evil dreadful sound
a mockery of alloy and steel
pulls it apart like the fruit you peel
was that a puff of red you saw
made you gasp a nerve still raw
as the shells chewed up to his cockpit
where a frightened human being sits
gone now in a shower of flame
war and fear this was never a game
low on fuel and cold inside
keep low for home above  the tide
A buzz for her again to show
you made it back but yet you know
however much she has to pray
her heart is breaking every day
A month or two and war will end
Europe for now you did defend..

I turn the light out the fan slows down
notice the tears and then your frown
feel so helpless as you lie
in your bodies prison longing to die
missing so badly the wife who is gone
could you  fly to her beyond the sun
So sad to see you sitting there
your world a bathroom a bed and a chair
we needed you seventy years ago
now it seems nobody wants to know.....
875 · Jan 2011
Alice
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Alice, Alice
I would have built you a palace
A shrine to the divine
that could have been mine
you came in big with your dress
flowery , I confess
like a happy big bloom
a love sonic boom
that I fell
immediately for
the pechouli smell
the big army boots
sweet dreadlocks to the roots
your child bearing eyes
the confident strong
yet wise look on your face
you would tolerate long
and would not bring disgrace
to the wonderful place
we could go to and sit
but my life was so ****
did you see my faint heart
at the back in the dark
of our small grubby shop
all the prices I'd drop
just for you
but I guess that you knew
I wouldn't come through
three times in a day
you headed my way
broad smile
trying to say
"come on! I don't bite!"
but I thought that you might
so I waved you away
now all I can say
I won't see a woman
like you every day
I can't write this stuff  very well. Wistful is tough.
874 · Jan 2011
Serial Roadkill
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Yeah buddy still going strong
you and me don't get along
seen your work you were the best
now I am here so  join the rest
seven days left you heed me well
there ain't no heaven but you'll go through hell
From roadkill, I posted this for a facebook buddy?
Said it is for the  Wordplay.....
873 · Apr 2014
Hell in The Belly of a Flea
jeremy wyatt Apr 2014
You carried me,
fed me,
but no debt I owe.
Centuries cradled,
King of your dank filth, bearing upon me the power to change a world.
And then came the day I raised my eyes to see your nations quail amidst the ruin of your flesh.
Perhaps one day again I'll bring to thee
Hell carried long in the belly of a flea...
As told to me by a wee rat
870 · Oct 2011
Gaia Rising
jeremy wyatt Oct 2011
Green carpet rises to greet her
forest floor swells sea-like
a  wake of new growth marks her track
flowered footprints dance spring through the meadows
Gaia rising shapes all things
866 · May 2012
The Boots You Wore
jeremy wyatt May 2012
They looked so tired
resigned to bearing their burden
I wore them so rarely
boxed tissue crinkle
still a new suede smell
proud to give you what the Army couldn't
9 medium
free to a lad off to a hard war
You wore them in your email
smiling stood on his shattered back
He looked like someone's Dad
blood on a kind face
blood on my old boots
Happy Christmas from Helmand Province....
866 · Jun 2012
Watching Fox
jeremy wyatt Jun 2012
I was here amongst the birches
when the forest first grew tall
A witness to your coming
I heard your first loud call
I sat and watched you hunting
from the tall grass in the mire
then silently I fed my cubs
from the ashes of your fire
You can hunt and shoot and trap me
You will never break my will
And when the last Man fades away
I'll sit here watching still
863 · Jan 2011
Stick Around
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
I could jump out of a plane
and land on my head
in a foam factory
I'll never be dead
tried and tried
accidents to
but I still it seems
I' m here with you.
fall off bikes
get quite sicky
hurt I like
any kind, not picky
What the chance
I am immortal
never falling through that portal
giving trying life a chance
going well
for one last dance
what the hell lies in the future
keep the needles for the suture
savlon bandages and glue
self repair is what I do
time to try and find a life
others battle through their strife
time to get a bit reflective
friends put my ills into perspective
such a selfish little mite
I'm self obsessed and full of *****
will struggle forward day by day
no I am fooling, you all say
probably, I give you that
she said I am a ***** ****
the one reason that I am left
I cannot leave folks all bereft
for now I mean to stick around
and not at six feet underground
so if upon the ground I lie
check my pulse as you pass by
be like a nurse upon a mission
stick me in the recovery position!
846 · Feb 2011
Queen of the Moors
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Amber eyes and fleet of foot
on these moors a spirit put
born to run for runnings sake
nothing will her brave stride break
distance all the fastest hounds
queen of green she skims the ground
fears no clutching claw or beak
high among her purple peaks
a gentle creature hurting none
as blessed to see as winter sun
in her proud eyes freedom holds
beneath her feet her world unfolds
846 · Feb 2011
Bloomin' Tired
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
So tired and poemed out
got this one then got nowt
want to do more love and hope
so tired I'm feeling like a dope
words are crawling to the screen
tripping on the keyboard in between
hungry but tofar gone to eat
stuck in this familiar seat
got to drag myslf to bed
and get a pillow for my head
wistful here so all alone
not even my cat yet at my home
curl up like a tiny mouse
in his chilly winter house
those last two lines were quite prophetic
hang on, no, the word's pathetic
getting desperate for a rhyme
go now, quick it's past bed time!
844 · Feb 2011
Shore of the Sea
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
What do you see on the shore of the sea
is it faces of those who are gone?
Or just the grey skies and powerful lies
and the terrible deeds that were done

What do you hear on the shore of the sea
memories of injustice and wrongs?
Carried away by the spume and the spray
now just echoes of their final song

I stand at the shore of the grey heaving sea
hearing the words of the past
amongst the cold waves I can see distant graves
of the ones who stayed true to the last
835 · Feb 2011
The Last Pill
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
No more pills
start tonight
sleeping though
will be a fight
left them all
with Denise
told her that
my life will cease
to be a war
with doctor's drugs
fired like lead
machine gun slugs
took the last
twenty eight
didn't feel bad
in fact feel great
threw them up
really sick
what a ****
I am so thick
so want to cleanse
myself of these
prescription pill
monstrosities
will I last?
do you care?
some of you do
I feel you there
so sunday dawns
in a short while
I'll meet the morning
with a smile
and if I go
to take them back
Denise, Denise
just give me a
WHACK! x
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