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22h · 267
Wounded Soul
The chaos rained  down,
Cracks appeard upon the ground,
Every man,
Every woman,
For themselves.
Gods of Gods and their gods,
Were confused about what to do!
Through it all
Two people's eyes met,
Two
Wounded souls,
Will always recognise each other.
Six degrees of separation,
I see you
At the station,
Strangers bound by threads unseen,
Stories stitched where gaps have been.

Your glance meets mine, a fleeting spark,
Echoes carried through the dark.
Through hands we've held and roads we've crossed,
Connections found, though never lost.

A friend of yours once knew a face,
That lingers now in distant place.
And here we stand, so close yet far,
Entwined like constellations are.

Six degrees, a fragile chain,
Linking joy and loss and pain.
In every turn, the ties remain,
And strangers softly feel the same.
Mar 29 · 89
Triple fantasy
Nick Moore Mar 29
A visit to my teacher's house,
While he's talking,
I wounder where the ducks go in winter.

Been expelled,
Better go to the dormitory,
A rage of jealously,
I attack my room mate,
****** nose, hunting hat
Back to front,
I head for New York.

Booking into a hotel,
I dance with three girls,
Pay for their drinks
And off they go,
The elevator guy,
Offers me a girl, I agree,
she knocked at my door!
But I'm a ******, you see,
So we just talk.

I decided to go home, to see my sister, don't want to see my parents, so
I silently enter, go to her room,
She's sleeping so I wake her,
"Why are you home?"
I tell my tale,
"Dad will go crazy!"
Kids tell it straight,
I tell her to meet me later, at the
Museum, off I go, without a sound.

Waiting for my sister,
Watching how people act,
What happens when we grow up?
Most are phonies to me.
I see my sister, so carefree and real,
Do you want to ride the
carousel?
She's so happy, as we arrive,
Picking her favourite horse,
Time to take a ride.

So I'm just busy here watching the wheels
Go round and round,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I'd had some dark thoughts
About what to do next,
But this song came into my mind,
And I just had to let it go,
I'll take my sister home,
Tell mum and dad,
Start a new school
Life ain't to bad.
Mar 22 · 169
Gothic Night
Nick Moore Mar 22
Black lightening
In
Reverse,
Not a leaf to be seen,
Stars glistening
In-between

Holding steady,
Wind
Is
Wild,
Shadows dance
With the
Flowing
Grass.
Mar 17 · 90
The Gita
Nick Moore Mar 17
Desiring Deseray,
Causes suffering.
Mar 16 · 94
The Garden
Nick Moore Mar 16
Discovery
Of The
Garden,
Where we merrily played,
For a time.

Ignoring the voice
(We could be so bold)
Calling us back,
Into the fold.

The game's continued,
For a while,
But the fun it held,
Started to decline.

The garden
Became the only place,
Nowhere else existed,
An illusion was born,
The individual.

The individual
Sat alone, and very soon,
Sadness came to join.

Sadness grew and grew,
Until the thought was born,
Time to return to the place,
We once called
Home.
Mar 15 · 344
What's in a name?
Nick Moore Mar 15
Teresa Green
Stood very still,
In the middle of a field,
Slightly moving with the breeze,
It was time
To turn over a new leaf

Nosmo King
Took his last drag,
Stubbornly stubbing

Annette Curtain
Stood in front of the window,
In her lace dress

Duane Pipe
Drank many pints of water,
His language was straight from the gutter

Phil McCann
Was a corporal,
He'd make sure the lad's
Jerrycan's were full

Please don't get me wrong,
I'm only
Joe King
NICK MOORE didn't steal anything in this poem
Mar 8 · 160
Museum
Nick Moore Mar 8
Returning to My hometown,
I wander into the museum,
It's been a long, long time.

Stuffed animals in glass tanks,
Exactly as I remember them,
Trapped in time,
I've changed, but they haven't.

A school visit comes to mind,
We all Stood and stared
At Nelson the lion,
Now I stand alone,
Looking once again.
Nelson is a firm favourite with visitors of all ages. Originally from the South Cape in South Africa, Nelson is thought to have been a model for the lion sculptures in London’s Trafalgar square.
Mar 4 · 284
Haunted footsteps
Nick Moore Mar 4
Walking one of your
Favourite
Walks,
Through the twisting bends,
Your voice
To me
Talkes,
I consider the soil, trees and rocks,
Hold memory's,
Whispering
On the
Wind.
Feb 21 · 260
Seekers and avoiders
Nick Moore Feb 21
I'm having a rave
Inside
Plato's cave

These squares
Are going to listen
This
Time

Time to take a
Fall,
Staring at
Shadow,
On the
Wall

They ain't keen
On the truth,
It's the biggest
Problem,
Holding them
Back

Outside,  
It's a
Lovely day,
Must choose Carefully,
What I
Say
Feb 16 · 1.1k
Entangled particles
Nick Moore Feb 16
I want to be
Like
Entangled particles,
You and me,
Wherever we are
I'll know how you feel.
Subatomic 'twins' photons created by splitting a single photon in half.
Feb 12 · 374
He says clichés
Feb 11 · 222
Stone Rose
Nick Moore Feb 11
If she can carry on, Through it all, then so can I.
When you don't have to sell your soul, no need to say any more.
Had my candyfloss girl, fingers no longer sticky, what a shame.
Now living in Cornwall,
I burnt the town where I  was born, but I'll always be the resurrection.
My aim is true, my message is clear,
It's curtains for you
Charlie my dear.
Am I all alone?
Is anybody home?
Thanks to silent echo, for getting me thinking about favourite albums.
Feb 4 · 266
A Bittersweet Symphony
Nick Moore Feb 4
Mij was a storm of laughter and defiance,
A stubborn spirit, ever demanding his way,
Yet when the drinks flowed, oh how he shined,
A madcap maestro in the delirium of night.

Johnny Thunders on the speakers,
Hanoi rocks and Lords of the New Church
Echoing through our wild, endless journeys,
Tunes that stitched our misadventures into memory.

He’d promise me refuge in sunlit Greece,
An open door to his scattered sanctuary,
A place I longed to visit,
But lost my courage amidst the clamor of his drinking.

Now, two years on, silence aches where he once roared,
And in the quiet, I feel the bittersweet pull
Of laughter mixed with grief,
Missing the man who was as difficult as he was dearly loved.

In every clink of glass and every chord played,
I hear Mij’s defiant laugh a reminder
That even in chaos and excess,
There was a spark of beauty, a story worth every flawed moment.
Two years since your passing, and I'm only just starting to understand what you were to me.
Feb 2 · 368
That Song
Nick Moore Feb 2
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night,
It makes her so happy,
It's just outta sight,
Yeah,
Just outta sight,
She sings it
High,
She sings it
Low,
I
Can't make out the words
But
Dad
Seems to know.

And their singing all night,  
Yeah,
It's just outta sight,
Momma got a song,
She sings late at night.

Mamma's singing high
And Dad's
Singing low,
I wish I
Knew the words
But I just don't know,
Oh yeah
I just don't know
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night.
Not a poem, so technically not for here.
Wanted to capture the feel of 70s rock songs, that hint at something else.
Jan 30 · 233
Sword
Nick Moore Jan 30
Seesaw
On
A
Sword
Nick Moore Jan 27
From within our heated homes,
Food and water nourishing bones,
Time is spent, thinking of a future event.
But,
The birds sing, despite the monster with the Claws, that constantly Persists in it's downfall.



Song, Our house, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
I love cat's, this is just from the perspective of a bird 🐦 which I  know you know, but there's always one out there.
Jan 17 · 240
A series of events
Nick Moore Jan 17
We were going
To go
Out,
But tiredness
Changed your mind.
“You go,”
You said,
So casually kind.

Not sure I'll enjoy this,
Maybe no one
There
I
Know.
But whatever
I’ll just enjoy the show.

I order a drink,
Mingle with the crowd,
The band comes on,
It’s deafening, loud.

I start to unwind,
Feel the rhythm’s heat,
Body swaying,
Jumping feet.

I lose myself in music’s flow,
But it ends, oh, too soon.
The crowd calls for more,
Like wolves
Howling at the moon.
Jan 11 · 226
Playground planet.
Nick Moore Jan 11
The swings hum softly in the wind,
clouds drift like slow balloons,
and the rivers race each other,
laughing all the way to the sea.

Mountains wear their crowns of snow,
trees play tag with the breeze,
while the stars peek through at night,
waiting for the sun to hide and seek.

But we, so busy building walls,
forget the feel of grass beneath our feet.
We hold the sky in photographs,
too scared to reach out and let it hold us back.

The rain is just a skipping stone,
tossed from some far-off, gentle hand.
The world spins like a merry-go-round,
yet we clutch the rails, afraid to let go.

Look closer, can you see it now?
The colors, bright as chalk on pavement.
The echoes of laughter in the hills,
the quiet voice that calls your name.

This world is a playground, waiting still.
Not a prison of glass and steel.
Jump higher, run farther—fall if you must.
The hands that shaped the stars
will catch you in the dust.

Song Tears for fears, Everybody Wants to Rule the World.
Jan 6 · 502
Demon
Nick Moore Jan 6
Just discovered,
I
HAD
A
Demon,
Attached to me.

It's Claws
We're so deep,
It's taken me
Many years To realise.

It was so clever,
Hidden so deep,
Inside my
Psyche

It's strength lay
In it's
Non existence
(To me)
But I caught
A fleeting glimpse,
Many situations
Over Many years,
Suddenly connected

And it was gone,
The holes
Where it's
Claws
Withdrew,
Will heal very quickly
Dec 2024 · 283
Jigsaw Souls
Nick Moore Dec 2024
We all have
Out unique shape,
Smooth bits and sharp bits
Occasionally
A
Flake

A
Tiny piece of the picture,
With a vague idea
Of what it is,
We look for others
Who are a
Good
Fit

Sometimes we think
"I've found them"
Only to find,
There's a gap
In the
Join

But if you're determined,
The right fit
Is around,
The picture more focused,
Love will be
Sound

Others will notice
And ask,
"How and why?"
Invite them in
Could be a piece
Of
Sky

The picture keeps growing,
With frustrations and knowing,
Don't focus on the
Wrong fits,
Hopefully they will find
The right one

Take the long view,
Collectively you've made,
A picture worth
Admiring,
The light
And
The
Shade

A
Dream,
To keep in mind,
One day we'll all find our way,
A discovered piece of scripture,
And see the
Bigger
Picture
Dec 2024 · 287
The Fool's Awakening
Nick Moore Dec 2024
Once I believed in all I was told,
Magic was real, its truth so bold.
Then came a voice, cold and near,
Santa Claus? The Tooth Fairy?
"That stuff... no way," it sneered in my ear.

What? Not true?
My mind, a tempest, not knowing what to do.
So what else is false, what else must I doubt?
Tell me, tell me, what’s the truth, all laid out?

“Well, all that’s hollow, empty and gray,
The rest? It’s all just smoke and play.”
Years passed, and I walked this land,
Where magic lay buried beneath the sand.

But then, a moment,
sharp and clear,
I saw the fool I had been, year after year.
It was time to shuffle the cards once more,
Yet still the fool, I remained at my core.

Chasing a butterfly, so swift, so bright,
But now I must grapple with a deeper fight,
The bitter truth, the lesson to grasp:
Vomiting out the apple, at last.
Dec 2024 · 441
Did I walk past you?
Nick Moore Dec 2024
Wondering around the
City,
A thought comes to
Mind,
Could it be you
That my eyes
Find?

Did I read you're
Poem?
Feel the emotional pain,
Then like two
Stranger's
Walk past each other
In the poring
Rain
Song
Stranger's when we meet
David Bowie
Dec 2024 · 1.4k
In the morning
Nick Moore Dec 2024
I woke to find
Everything packed away—
Carpets rolled up,
Bare floorboards
Revealed for the first time.

No one around,
My footsteps made
A strange
Sound

Then Gran came in.
"Your mummy and daddy
Aren't getting along."
This truth,
I learned too late,
Kept from me
Until this morning.

A day my mind
Will never forget,
A secret now
Unfolded.

We traveled to the new town,
My face
Wore
A
Frown.

The door slammed shut
Too quickly,
A bad case
Of homesickness.
What was severed
Now crystallized.

Now,
I never fail
To remember
Every
Detail.
Dec 2024 · 177
Mask
Nick Moore Dec 2024
Make sure the fit
Is not too tight,
Or you may forget
It's there in the night,
Blurring wrong and right.

Remove the mask,
Let your soul be bare.
No need to ask—
Just show you care.

Hold someone close,
Feel their beating heart.
Life's truest moments
Need no guise or art.
Dec 2024 · 130
When Robert Sings
Nick Moore Dec 2024
Nostalgia’s not for me,
The present
is where I long to be.
But when Robert sings,
the past takes wing,
And memories bloom
Like lipstick
they cling.

A tear may gather,
though boys don't cry,
His voice, just like a dream,
drifts through the sky.

Each note,
a thread, weaving time and space,
Binding my heart
to a fleeting embrace.
Song, Love Cat's by The Cure.
Nov 2024 · 157
Once upon a lime
Nick Moore Nov 2024
The
lime tree
Stood on top
Of The Hill,
The ground around
With limes
Did it
Fill

One Decending lime
Rolling to the
Incline,
Got itself
Into a
Spin

Tumbling down
With no Jill
After

Hitting the road side
A car did abide,  
By changing its
Shape to
Flat,
But!
Deep into
The tyre grip
Went a
Pip

Spinning around
To the engine's
Sound,
It's DNA
Got slightly
Altered

After coming to a
Full stop,
The fastidious Chauffeur
Noticed,
The
Wheel didn't
Need a
Seed,
Flicking it over a
Wall,
Where it landed
Upon fertile
Land

As the seed started to grow
It's branches began
To twist

Ten years went by
As quick as a
Roll
Of you're
Eye

The land
That the tree,
Let It's roots spread free
Also contained a
Shack,
And as the morning
Broke,
The old man
Awoke

Starting his daily routine,
The days
Always seemed
The same,
But
He was clever enough to know,
There was no-one
To
Blame
But
Himself,
Life just seemed to
Snooker him,
Into this
Pocket

His only venture out,
Was the local store,
Supplying all that
Was
Needed

But
Before setting off,
Something was calling to
His
Attention,
The sound of a bird
Never
Heard

Heading down
The overgrown
Path,
The bird suddenly stopped,
And
While flying off,
He saw something,
Never seen
Before

A tree bering limes,
From it's
Corkscrew branches,
But
Not any old limes,
Their skins
Also
Had a
Twist

Picking one up,
Marvelling at the shape,
He headed off to
The store

Arriving at the door,
Felt like
Not
Before,
This day was like
No
Other

Gathering his supplies,
Catching the
Shopkeepers eye,
"A very good day to you"

"I don't mean to sound rude
But you're in a good mood"
She said, while giving
Him a
Smile

"What would you think
If I asked you out
For a drink?"

"I'd grab
Hat and coat,
Lock up this old store
And we'd be on our way"

With his best smile in years
He said
"Well let's go"

Arriving at the bar,
He asked for two
Mojitos

The barman
Shook his head,
"We're all out of limes!"

The old man's eyes
Lit up
Song, Terrorvision, Tequila
Nov 2024 · 202
They say
Nick Moore Nov 2024
They say
A leopard can't change
Their spots,
But
A
Caterpillar
Can
Change into
A
Butterfly

They say
Too many cooks,
Spoil
The
Broth
But
Many hands make
Light
Work

They say
The glass is
Half empty
But....
Nov 2024 · 271
Smiles
Nick Moore Nov 2024
Occasionally
Our
Paths cross,
After numerous
Miles

She
Doesn't
Know,
I'm in heaven
When
She
Smiles
Nick Moore Nov 2024
I sort of.....
Avoid it

Because it gets me
Every time,
A piece of Celluloid
So
Sublime

Sat in the back
Of The
Car,
Forgetting
They're just
Film
Stars

If
Cinema holds
Any
Magic,
It's in
This five minutes,
Unseen?
That's
Tragic
Song
Simon and garfunkel
The sound of silence
Nov 2024 · 153
Shake The Speare
Nick Moore Nov 2024
If all the world's a stage
Then Bill and me
are on the same page


So when treading the boards
step softly
don't go crossing swords


give the best performance
From you're soul,
Lift others from their holes,
Put a smile on their face
If things don't work out
Try changing roles

Make it the best play ever written
Try for a good ending
maybe leave someone smitten

When the curtain comes down
And
It's just you on you're own,
there should be no frown
go to you're backstage bedroom
Sleep tight
Under the full moon,
Awake
As the birds sing,
who knows what the day brings.
Nov 2024 · 150
Crocodile Tears
Nick Moore Nov 2024
How many hours
Now spent?
Watching you're
Crocodile tears,
My listening ears
Trying to find
Solutions,
To mind
Pollution's

But the penny has dropped,
It's the drama addiction,
Now
A
Prediction

A
Lesson now learned
Mind clear
Of the
Mires,
There's such things
As
Energy vampires
Nov 2024 · 2.1k
Wherever you go
Nick Moore Nov 2024
I recall a
A year given
To
Travelling,
It was a
"Get over a breakup thing"

The first thing I learned,
Wherever you go,
There you are

One time at
Nigeria falls,
All I could think
"If only she was here to experience this with
Me"

But hey, I don't do sad
Well, not for long,
She just wasn't for me,
Just took a while
To see

One day
That
Sadness
Just leaves,
Like snowflakes
On the
Breeze
Nov 2024 · 139
Anthropology Detective
Nick Moore Nov 2024
From as far
Back as I
Can remember,
Always wanting to know
More about
Certain people

Their
Enthusiasm,
Was addictive,
What made it so?
A need to know

The deeper I'd go,
Mystery
Would
Flow

Their favourite book,
Hungry eyes,
Take a
Look

Music was always
The one,
"What's you're favourite album?"
Lyrics
Told a story,
But interpretation would
Fragment,
The message sent

The bigger
The age gap,
Better the story,
Making me wish
To be older,
Experience those days

Living antiques
To show,
Pocket watches
That
Wind up
With a
Key,
Lockets with loved ones
Enclosed,
Rings that changed colour!
The tick and tick,
Of The
Grandfather clock,
Like a Living man
Stood in the
Hall,
Showing
Moon and sun,
What power,
Chiming on the
Hour

The unfriendly
A challenge,
But still...
Get
Under the crust,
Persistence a
Must,
More often than
Not,
Gold in the ***

Wisdom from
The wise,
A rewarding
Prize

To the
Timid and afraid,
Please be
Brave,
Open up those
Hidden gates,
Always someone
Who
Relates

Song for this, my grandfather's clock.
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
His life seconds numbering,
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
It stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy.
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
His life seconds numbering,
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
It stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire —
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place — not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
His life seconds numbering,
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
It stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night —
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight —
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
His life seconds numbering,
(tick, tick, tick, tick),
It stopp'd short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
Nov 2024 · 787
My old school
Nick Moore Nov 2024
Relocated when
I
Was
Eight,
Gran picked me up
Outside
The school gate

This would be the last time,
For a
Long time,
To be present here,
My old school

Somewhere in my mind
It got locked away,
The places
Where we
Used to
Play

Now the years have passed,
Returning to
My old school
At
Last

It looks exactly the same,
Except someone's shrunk it!
My eyes, they shut,
Am I in
Lilliput?

Song- Where Do the Children Play? Cat Stevens.
Oct 2024 · 488
Eclipse
Nick Moore Oct 2024
There's been an
Eclipse happening,
For a
Long Long time,
Invisible
To
Mankind

Darkness slowly
Winning,
As the
Moon and earth
Are spinning

Reaching the full
Corona
Will seem,
Like all is lost
Inside a bad
Dream

Some will see
The ring of light,
Others filled full
Of
Fright

But,
The cogs are
Always turning,
New growth
After
Burning

What appears
Stuck,
All an allusion

A
New day,
A
New
Dawn

Optimism
Wears a
New
Crown

Remember
Remember
What was lost,
Given away
At such cost

The
Light shines
Brighter than
Ever before,
True
Love,
Opens the
Door
Oct 2024 · 122
The Widows Whistle
Nick Moore Oct 2024
From
Cold lips,
Echos the sound
Of
The widows whistle

Pulled by the call,
The spouse
Dragged his feet
Across cemetery ground

Driven by loneliness,
Now feeling regret,
As
The familiar face
Gave her
A
Smile

So if out late
One night,
And the
Hairs on you're neck
Start to
Bristle,
Could it be the
Sound Of
The widows whistle?
Oct 2024 · 131
Rosaleen
Nick Moore Oct 2024
Wild as the sea hag
leaping across ****** bay,
Rosaleen
a vision of you
on this day

Wild Rosaleen
fear and love
in your face
can be seen

The world is wasting
for the lack of you,
Dark Rosaleen

Wild Rosaleen
tears of sadness
in your eyes
can be seen

Bring back the Dark Rosaleen
back from the minds
numbed by the machine

Wild Rosaleen
seaweed and grass
in your hair
can be seen


The name has been used in Ireland since the 16th century. It may have become more popular after appearing in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Rosaleen is also a poetic symbol of Ireland.
An old one, now we have access to the old stuff, this seems to fit for these times.
Oct 2024 · 273
Labyrinth World
Nick Moore Oct 2024
Wondering around
Formless and free,
Compelling curiosity
To find out what could be?

Constructing an alpha, omega
Labyrinth
Was seen to be good,
Entering the construct,
What great fun
To be had

Moving around each twist,
Corner and turn,
Celestial navigation was learned

Dispersing,
Fragmenting,
Self awareness did burn,
Leaving clues
At each twist,
corner and turn

Time of awakening
Has begun,
Lookout for the clues
To know you
Have
Won
Oct 2024 · 206
Giving gift
Nick Moore Oct 2024
What is this
You bring?
All wrapped up
And
Tied
With string


The excitement of childhood,
May this feeling
Never leave
What's hidden?
What's found?
Shake and listen
For a
Sound

Someone's thoughts
Contained inside,
Expression of love
Cannot be
Denied

Time to open up
"It's a pebble from the beach"
One that you picked
Just for me,
Only you're eyes could see,
It's perfect,
For me
I don't really do sentimental, but when it happens, it happens.
Oct 2024 · 192
Eraser
Nick Moore Oct 2024
I used to wish
For an
Eraser,
To rub out
All the painful episodes
Off my life,
The
Hardships and
Strife

It's taken many years
To fully realise,
The golden prize

Empathy

To know
How it feels,
The deal it seals

No
Good
Without
The
Bad
This is the first version.

I used to play
A little game
With myself

The eraser blazer

I'd think of all the unwanted scenario's
From the past
And give them a blast
With the
Eraser blazer

Imagining the new and
Improved me
For all to see

Until realising
There's no good
Without the bad
Oct 2024 · 2.6k
Subconscious
Nick Moore Oct 2024
Wake up
In
The middle
Of
The
Night

Consciousness
Can
Focus
On
Things
Normally
Out of
Sight

Exaggerating
Tiny
Details,
To which it
Clings

What
A
Relief
The
Morning
Brings
Hunter's moon last night.
Oct 2024 · 237
Breaking the mold
Nick Moore Oct 2024
Once a jelly
Escaped from it's mold,
It wasn't very good
With the rules
Been
Told

Heading to the ocean
To be
Weightless
And
Free

Sliding across land
And eventually
Landing
On  
Sand

A small climb
Into the
Brine

Floating around
A jellyfish
Was found,
It was love at first
Wobble
And
Bobble

In no time at all
Some offsprings ensured,  
Who was to
Tell them  
It couldn't happen?

And as they matured,  
Came to be
Called
Gelateenagers
Oct 2024 · 504
Don't you ever leave me
Nick Moore Oct 2024
My muse
My muse
Don't leave me hanging,
I'm in the dark
Just standing

Bring me what I need
I'm the conduit
You are the seed

The mystery
I cannot fathom,
Could my time be better spent?
If ego?
At least
I'd know

But it's white
Hiding in snow


Song, Paul Weller - Has my fire really gone out?
Oct 2024 · 182
Mick Jaguar
Nick Moore Oct 2024
An
Avalanche
Of
Rolling stones,
The
Dust starting
To
Clear,
Suddenly
Out of nowhere
Appeared
**** jaguar,
Running faster
Than age should allow,
The other animals
Made noises
Of
Approval,
He was one of a kind.
It was a
Ruby Tuesday,
The rain got
Off it's cloud,
**** Jaguar
Sprinted towards
A cave,
Gimme shelter
Could be
Heard

Song- Monkey Man by The Rolling Stones
I'm a fleabit peanut monkey
And all my friends are junkies
That's not really true
I'm a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
What you do?
But I've been bit and I've been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you babe?
But I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too
I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through
Yeah, I'm a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don't you?
Well I hope we're not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
But we love to play the blues
But well I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too
Monkey woman too babe
I'm a monkey man
I'm a monkey man
I'm a monkey man
I'm a monkey man
I'm a monkey
I'm a monkey
I'm a monkey
I'm a monkey
Monkey, monkey
Monkey
Monkey
I'm a monkey
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Keith Richards / **** Jagger
Oct 2024 · 144
Remiel
Nick Moore Oct 2024
Remiel archangel of hope,
Without it
We're broke,
Devine visions you bring,
When the darkness comes
I hear you're voice sing

The light in the night
And the
Darkness
In the day,
Not just one shade of
Grey
Sep 2024 · 238
Tears
Nick Moore Sep 2024
As the years go by
I let myself cry,  
A secret,
Now not

The taboo still holds
How many?
Alone in a room,
Let the tears flow

In my lifetime
After the age of ten,
Only three
Have witnessed,
This
Phenomenon



Songs, Boys don't cry by the Cure. Samaritans  by The Idols
Man up, sit down
Chin up, pipe down
Socks up, don't cry
Drink up, just lie
"Grow some *****," he said
"Grow some *****"

Man up, sit down
Chin up, pipe down
Socks up, don't cry
Drink up, don't whine
"Grow some *****," he said
"Grow some *****"

The mask
Of masculinity
Is a mask
A mask that's wearing me
The mask, the mask, the mask

I'm a real boy
Boy, and I cry
I like myself
And I want to try
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father
Sep 2024 · 244
On Board
Nick Moore Sep 2024
Gull's,
The only sound.
Bobbing around,
I'm
Wave
Waiting

The right one
Arrives,
A
Liquid
Mountain
Slide

Curling around,
I'm
Inside,
An
Exhilarating
Ride

Momentum spent,
The
Moment
Came and
Went

All this fun,
Turn
Around,
Face the
Sun

Paddle
Through the
Breakers,
Towards the
Bobbing
Gull's


Song - Surfs up,  The beach boys
Sep 2024 · 230
Ophelia
Nick Moore Sep 2024
Every time I gaze Upon this Scene,
It's like I'm living inside a dream
Those eyes,
What thoughts behind?
Oh
To see
Inside you're mind

Waters flow around you,
Course towards
Cold depths,
Distant sound of shallow breaths

Lifeline
Now
Thinning,
You're voice
Can be heard,
Still
Singing

Hands in abbhaya mudra position,
Flowers still held,
Fate has a mission

On you're journey,  
No fear
Is
Shown,
Everyone gone,  
Now
All alone

Lost love
Drove you to this,
The contract,
Has been sworn,
Not death
But reborn
Inspired by the paintings of John Everett Millais.
The abhaya mudra is a hand gesture that symbolizes protection, peace, and the dispelling of fear. It is also known as the "fearlessness gesture" because the word abhaya means "fearlessness" in Sanskrit.
Sep 2024 · 398
Beautiful Women
Nick Moore Sep 2024
Belladonna
You're
Passion
Was made,
In the
Nightshade

Must take care,
A small
Amount of you
Can be
Enchanting,
Too much
Can be deadly

To help with fate,
A drop
In the eyes,
Cause  to
Dilate
Nature flower
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