Silent, desolate, dark and cold,
Its sordid secrets remain untold,
Ghostly, eerie, bleak and scary,
Rats scurrying by, all black and furry.

Alone, afraid, alarmed, alert,
There’s something crawling through the dirt,
I mustn’t panic, I must keep calm,
The creatures here can cause me harm.

What was that? I want to scream,
I wish this was a nasty dream,
I want my home, I want my bed,
Instead I’m worried, filled with dread.

A flash of light, a violent rumble,
As now the skies begin to grumble,
A spot of rain, then ***** of hail,
And now the wind begins to wail.

Disorientated, confused, filled with fear,
Why the hell did I crash near here?
A patch of ice? A spot of oil?
As further from the wreck I toil.

Wet, weary, wandering, lost,
I must find help at any cost,
A coin decided stay or leave,
My god, that wind, I cannot breathe.

The others left, depend on me,
I’ll save them all, just wait and see,
FOCUS MAN, maintain your thought,
The path ahead has dangers fraught.

I’ll rest a mo, this walks a bind,
I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind,
The rain falls hard, the mud grows deep,
I’m tired, I could use a sleep.

I think I’ll rest up by that tree,
I feel like someone’s here with me,
I’m sure I’ve walked this path before,
That’s quite absurd, but yet I’m sure.

I spot a mound and a cross of wood,
Respect for one that rests for good,
A weary traveller laid to rest?
I hope their soul is safely blessed.

The mound protects me from the storm,
It’s strangely cosy, safe and warm,
I spot some etchings in the grain,
MY GOD! This grave, it bears MY name!

A tortured spirit I clearly am,
I must have failed my fellow man,
To walk this path, eternally forced,
A haunted soul, a lonely ghost.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Majestic, graceful, slender, sleek,
Preying upon both the old and the weak,
The ultimate predator with razor sharp teeth,
Silent master of the aquatic world beneath.

Immortalised in film by the blockbusting “Jaws”.
Their reputation held, of our making, not theirs,
A large fearsome mouth, and black soulless eye,
Why people get scared, I can easily see why.

Falsely accused of as a harbinger of death,
Convincing people otherwise, a waste of my breath,
Reports of an attack and the world goes mad,
This creature is misunderstood, not necessarily bad.

Grey upper body, with soft clean white belly,
People believing what they see on the telly,
This magnificent fish, belongs in the sea,
To swim where it wants, to swim carefree.

With one single bite, it can deliver such pain,
Rightfully placed on top of the food chain,
A nice healthy diet of blubber rich seal,
Is what this fish considers a good, hearty meal.

Stalking below, this methodical killer,
To see her attack, it is really a thriller,
With a ****** of her tail, she zooms to within reach,
An explosion of water, as with seal she will breach.

The surface it bubbles, and turns a blood red,
She takes a big bite with a shake of her head,
With a few surly gulps, the carcass is gone,
She returns to the depths with such graceful aplomb.

The people that like to play in the surf,
This fine lady they all try to give a wide berth,
Her truth to reality, its really quite stark,
And you all know her better by the name Great White Shark.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

The lake lies silent, deathly still,
As the early bird cries out her shrill,
The morning mist, a sweeping haze,
And Jack Frost’s tears, an icy glaze.

The Sun lies low, a radiant band,
Her dawn light rays, caress the land,
O’er autumn leaves and glistening dew,
This day begins with hope anew.

The mouse, she scurries, light of feet,
As wise owl follows, she needs to eat,
Nature, serene, but oh so cruel,
For mouse to owl, is merely fuel.

The Oak tree towers, bold and proud,
His branches loom from misty shroud,
His bark all gnarled, coarse and knotted,
With fallen leaves, now mildew blotted.

Now dawn creeps on, the creatures rise,
As the forest fills with shrieks and cries,
The sun she shines, climbing higher,
Her orange glow, a distant fire.

The mist lies gently, across the stream,
As if a rising plume of steam,
The birds they gather by the lake,
Kingfisher watching from his stake.

A fish jumps clear, a splash, a ripple,
Escaping foes that mean to *******,
A flash of scales, a fearsome Pike,
As stealthily, Heron, waits to strike.

The Sun climbs on, the mist rolls by,
The subtle breeze, a gentle sigh,
The day rolls onwards as bees they drone,
That early bird, no more alone.

From dawns early chorus, to mid morning clatter,
As now the animals begin to chatter,
From chirps and cheeps, to grunts and croaks,
Nature’s symphony plays through the oaks.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

To hope and dream is to aspire,
But me, I’m destined for damnation’s fire.
For Satan sits upon my shoulder,
My evil schemes are getting bolder.

That man you knew, that perfect gent,
Is gone forever, no time to lament.
I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried,
But now that man you knew has died.

Good things come to those that wait,
But alas for me, I’m denied that fate.
My kindly soul oft played upon,
So now my friends, that soul is gone.

The world today is fuelled by hate,
People choosing to taunt and bait.
I used to look with sheer dismay,
But this is now society’s way.

So to those that played me for a fool,
And thought it fine to treat me cruel.
Just watch your backs and feel my ire,
For now I’m fighting fire with fire.

It may be wrong to feel this way,
But every dog must have its day.
Darwin spoke of natural selection,
So I’ve evolved, plotting my deception.

This timid soul has lost its shell,
And yes it’s destined to rot in hell.
This is wrong I hear you say,
Ironic really, as you turned me this way!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

A smile can hide a million tears,
A smile can hide a thousand fears,
A smile can last throughout the years,
A smile can say what you can't say,
A smile can guide you through each day,
A smile can shine while children play,
A smile can mask if all's not well,
A smile is silent while inside you yell,
But a smile can't lie from one who can tell.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

To those with kids, it’s the phrase from hell,
One that makes you want to yell,
No matter how many times you try,
You always end up with “but why?”

They look at you with such sad eyes,
Thinking you’ll tell them something wise,
Or even worse, they start to cry,
But still you hear that cursed “but why?”

For things done wrong, you start to shout,
When we were young, that earned a clout,
We stood there coy, we stood there shy,
And so we asked that phrase “but why?”

We were no different when we were kids,
Told off for banging on bin lids,
And yes, I often heard that sigh,
When of my parents, I asked “but why?”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013