Silent Tears
                     Secret Fears
                                          No one Hears
                                                           ­        Downing Beers
                                                           ­                                    Filling Years
Needing Cheers
                             Judgemental Peers
                                                           ­    Emotional Weirs
                                                           ­                                   Prying Ears*

                            Depression is not a phase or a project,
                            It's a cancer to be beaten, step by step.

                                       © Cinco Espiritus Creation
                                                             2016

Our love has blossomed day by day,
Surviving struggles along the way,
Our love so strong, goes marching on,
As today we start our lives as one.

To stand and wonder at the sight of you,
As you hear me say the words “I do”,
Our time together has flown it seems,
As today begins tomorrow’s dreams.

The first time I saw your smiling face,
How it made my young heart race,
I knew I had to make you mine,
To share my love through all of time.

To see you strolling down the aisle,
To hear your nerves, to see your smile,
A married couple, no longer single,
The thought of this, a special tingle.

This special day, is yours and mine,
The day for sure our hearts entwine,
We stand and say it bold and proud,
We love each other, we say it loud.

From taking long walks hand in hand,
To watching sunsets on the sand,
To special moments as you and me,
As we share our love for eternity.*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

This poem is nothing to do with copulation,
The title merely grabbed your attention,
It caught your eye, your mind alert,
I like your style, you little pervert!

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Each day must start with soothing cup,
It stirs my soul, it wakes me up,
Without, it's said, I can be a grouch,
Preferring to slob upon the couch,
From dawn to dusk I need caffeine,
To cope with the hours in between!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Life shall continue long after I'm gone,
Will anybody mourn, thinking "Was he the one?"
Time itself, will march right on,
Each night will darken after day has shone,
But will anybody think "He was the one!"

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Toxic oceans of molten acid,
Deserted lands, barren, acrid,
Volcanic sputum creeps o'er the land,
Scenes of beauty now vacant, bland,
Devoid of life, no animals motion,
The silence carries across the ocean,
This empty planet journeys on through space,
Destroyed of course, by Human Race,
These are not scenes of distant past,
It's the world of tomorrow now our die is cast,
We **** our planet of all resource,
"It is our right! We are man of course"
We have no care for this planet we blight,
Nor what we do for future's plight,
This incessant destruction, it can't go on,
It will bring the time when we are gone,
The planet itself, will find rebirth,
As she is strong, she's Planet Earth.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I've said I write with rhyme and reason,
To change my style, an inner treason?
Or merely just the change of season?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

What if life was a prison cell?
Each day chalked off in living hell,
What if death was our release?
What if death was inner peace?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Vivid words, paint vivid pictures,
As if a canvas for the soul,
A radiant field of golden cornflower,
Instantly creates a summers day,
Charcoal skies, of gunmetal grey,
Forms the image, foreboding, dark,
Yet with a pen, my skill is lost,
An infant child would do more good,
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Our words can paint it just as well,
Sweeping hills, and bubbling stream,
Creates an image idyllic, tranquil,
For those that write but cannot paint,
Keep strong your art, for you sooth the soul.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Cautiousness continually causes chagrin,
Beautifully by being ****** boring,
Always arguing against animation.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016

My creative style would always rhyme,
From bold to cold, time after time,
In poetic verse, there is no crime,
In which each stanza forms this rhyme,
It forms a narrative, that's clearly mine,
Do I like order, is this the sign?
For regularity my heart doth pine?
My poems form 'round rhythmic twine,
I'd better stop, I've reached line nine.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Melancholy hopes for soothing slumber,
Dashed by unrepentant angst,
The incessant ticking of digital time,
Clouds my mind with silent noise.

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Reminiscing, pictures of days long gone,
Happier days, happier times,
Days when life seemed so carefree,
Before the darkness took a grip,
When hope was more than a four letter word,
Then I noticed something wrong,
Where are the people, where are the friends?
In those pictures, it's only me,
The views are only things I see,
A lonely message the image sends,
An empty world to which I belong,
Happiness, adventure, both deterred,
As further to the darkness I feel me slip,
This is the way I'm meant to be,
Hidden away from sunny climes,
To my very existence, clinging on.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Ethereal spirit guide my soul,
For I wander lost in this mortal coil,
Give me strength for days I toil,
Staggering listless, like new born foal.

Cosmic torches, light my path,
My mind is numbed by fear fuelled ire,
Darkness quenching my inner fire,
Crushing me mentally with its wrath.

Travelling the universe, its dimensions vast,
I feel I'm tumbling, confused and lost,
Tormented by some demon I've crossed,
Always alone, from society, cast.

I need some place to rest my head,
Drifting aimless, direction unknown,
My rambling becomes monotonous tone,
Hoping to get there before I'm dead.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation.
2016

Emotions are raw, Emotions are pure,
Emotions a disease, for which there’s no cure,
We use them in love; we use them in hate,
Not accepting the outcome, instead blaming on fate.

Emotions are love, Emotions are joy,
Emotions can break, like a discarded toy,
Emotions are anger, Emotions are fury,
Their venom explodes, like a page from a story.

Emotions are vast, yet also complex,
They confuse with their actions, be it kiss, curse or vex,
We take them for granted, we use them carefree,
We lock them away, and then let the world see.

We turn green with envy, when jealousy looms,
When love it appears, our heart loudly booms,
And when surely it does, as old anger arrives,
It brings pain and upset, as well as grief to our lives.

From earliest of days, our emotions we check,
If we give them free range, we become a right wreck,
When the mood hits us right, our emotions flow,
Just be careful of course, as to which ones you show.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

The dawn she breaks, so calm and still,
Her wispy breath, the morning chill,
The morning dew, the land she’s kissed,
Her soft perfume, the swirling mist.

The birds all sing her playful tune,
To lift the fading night times gloom,
Her daily role, to ease our way,
As we prepare to face our day.

Her task begins, as the sun shall rise,
To force his way into our eyes,
Her daily chores, to her no bind,
As we begin our daily grind.

Her task complete, she greets the morn,
As we still struggle, that stifled yawn,
She fades away, as day grows bright,
Until tomorrow, to replace the night.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

What do I see when I look at you?
Your deep and mesmerising eyes of blue,
A warming smile to greet my gaze,
I long to hold you all my days,
Your voice so delicate and so soft,
As melodic as song from birds aloft,
Skin like silk, hair so fine,
Memories of when I last called you mine,
The day will come of this I’m sure,
When I’ll hold you in my arms once more.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

The song of birds, the sweet dawn chorus,
A melodic alarm, nature sends for us,
They chirp and cheep long through the morn,
Until the night as we start to yawn.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2015

A poem runs just like the tide,
What word comes next, I must decide,
With words as water, they ebb and flow,
But how it ends, I don’t yet know.

A title from film, or even song lyric,
A spark will light, and then I click,
My fingers type, the poem forms,
Be it still of night, or as day dawns.

I use my words to create a verse,
I’m always thinking, a blessed curse,
I follow no plan, I write off the cuff,
So pardon me if some seem rough.

I use these words to ease my woes,
Wound so tight, sometimes it shows,
My poems help to set me free,
Not always good, but always me.

The style that suits, I make them rhyme,
I whip them out in lightening time,
The inner me is in them all,
You read each one, you will find Paul.

I write for causes of which I fight,
My inner soul as dark as night,
I share my hopes, I share my fears,
With more to come throughout the years.

My children are my creative spark,
They are my light when it gets dark,
John, Isobel, Lydia, Emilia, Ben,
You inspire me onwards, time and again.

We all have things held deep inside,
A truth we hold, that won’t be denied,
The reason why my poems thrive?
It’s simple, my sweet children five.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

A friend is loyal, a friend is true,
A friend is there when you feel blue,
A friend will tell you how it is,
A friend will fill your life with fizz.

A friend will offer support and advice,
A friend won’t always say what’s nice,
A friend will try to do for you what’s best,
A friend will have a shoulder to rest.

A friend is there when you feel down,
A friend will make a smile from a frown,
A friend is new, a friend is old,
A friend is warmth when life is cold,

A friend is honesty, a friend is hope,
A friend is logic when you’re a dope,
A friend is comfort, a friend is bliss,
A friend is security when things are amiss.

A friend like this is rare indeed,
A friend like this, we all do need,
A friend like this is fair and true,
A friend like this, to me is you.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

Someone to care for, someone to hold,
Someone to love, is the dream we are sold,
This fantasy given, less sold, more force fed,
Astute propaganda, it gets right in our head,
A person in life, to make it worthwhile,
Somebody that gives us a reason to smile,
Floral bouquets, love hearts and wine,
A card shop portrayal, it’s certainly not mine,
We all wear the scars of love lost in our past,
We all search for the one with whom it will last,
This image of love to me is a curse,
I’d rather show it by writing a verse,
The Hollywood fantasy of romance it feeds,
But romance is action, romance is deeds,
Love can’t be planned; it comes out of the blue,
It’s the beat of a heart that makes it all true,
Soft music, lit candles, romance portrayed,
But stereotypical, creativity betrayed,
Go with the moment, go with the heart,
Do something different, that sets you apart,
Think outside the box, try something new,
Be unusual, be unique, just simply be you.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

This man in the mirror, who is he?
I stare and stare, but I don’t see me,
I don’t see happiness, joy, success,
I see a failure, a wreck, a mess!

This feeble being, this waste of space,
He looks familiar, we share a face,
How dare he try to look like me,
This can’t be right, just let me be!

This reflection I see, is this who I am?
A worthless being?  A total sham?
Has my life boiled down to this?
A failure staring into the abyss?

I must stay focused, I must stay strong,
This coward in the mirror, just doesn’t belong,
But he just stares back, eyes filled with hate,
As if his will, he wishes to sate.

This man I see, the enemy within,
His role it seems, send me to ruin,
I can’t back down, I must fight back,
To get this worthless life back on track.

I must show strength, I’ll stand and fight,
To find my way in this darkest night,
This face is mine, let the battle begin,
This reflection I see, this bitter man, I’ll start with him!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

We’ve heard them all in years gone by,
But yet we still think our parents wise,
Of all the comments I heard while still a youth,
My parents wise?  I need more proof!

The words to follow may not rhyme,
But sentences familiar to all through time,
If said by kids, we’d be classed as dumb,
But gems of wisdom when said by mum.

“Never takes sweets from strangers!”
But the man in the shop, I don’t know him,
Is he a safe stranger, or trust him not,
If I ask his name, can I take them then?

“Always hold the door open”
Who for, and how many?
If I leave the door open you always moan,
And you know “I wasn’t born in a barn”, you were there remember.

How many times did I hear “I want doesn’t get!”
Yes it does, I always got a clout,
But then you tell me “If you don’t ask you don’t get”
Jeez mum, make your ****** mind up.

“Watching too much telly will give you square eyes”
No it doesn’t, I asked the optician,
And as for never go to bed on an argument,
You’d shout at us for arguing, then send us to bed, *** and kettle I think there!

“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”
What a real gem this is, you only ever told us after the event, great strategy,
And that saving money for a rainy day crap,
We never went out when it rained, sound fiscal policy that one.

Of course we all got told about running to mum with broken legs,
Should we fall out of that tree we were climbing,
Or to never leave the house with wet hair,
But we couldn’t keep her waiting when coming out of the pool, so confusing!

“Men are very different creatures to women” I very often heard,
This is true; men wouldn’t be so daft,
But with a mum we’ve all been blessed,
Cos don’t forget “that mums know best!!!”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I sit confused in my lonely room,
An overwhelming sense of impending doom,
I see no light, sense only gloom,
Whatever it is, it’ll be here soon.

The room grows dim, the light turns dark,
Outside the dogs begin to bark,
A faint red light, an ethereal spark,
A future cold, so bleak and stark.

I sense the demons, far and near,
Salvation has no place in here,
As down my cheek slides a lonely tear,
The reaper comes for me I fear.

Death you demon, come do your worst,
My time on Earth was always cursed,
In your ways and methods, I am well versed,
Of demonic souls, you are not my first.

I’ve sat and faced the hounds of hell,
I’ve breathed upon deaths evil smell,
I’ve heard many the chime of deaths final knell,
I fear you why? Please, come, do tell.

From first I was born, I was destined to die,
You hold no fear, no question why,
Your reasons cold, your methods sly,
Those left behind, I hear their cry.

Death is release, as life is cruel,
I fear you not, I am no fool,
To you I walk, as child to school,
To fight with death, a pointless duel.

As soon as born, death waits us all,
As sure as landing awaits a fall,
As fish in net, death brings his trawl,
Yet I fear you not, I await your call.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

My time on Earth was short and brief,
My parting caused my loved ones grief,
My mortal shell has passed and gone,
Though my immortal soul, shall journey on.

Though years may pass, the memories stay,
I miss my family more each day,
I know how much you loved me dear,
And though unseen, I’m always here.

Those magic faces, with fromage frais,
And cheeky smiles for mummy, Rae,
To my younger brothers sadly unseen,
I would have been, of course, your queen.

And Dad, just think of all those rows,
Cos I’d prefer the low cut blouse!
But I know I’ll always be your baby,
For I am surely three times a lady.

You see today through teary eye,
Sadness wells, I know not why,
My life on Earth was not so sad,
So think of me in moments glad.

My funeral day was all remorse,
A mournful day, I know of course,
But life was bright, always jolly,
So think of happiness, not melancholy.

No days went by without my smile,
So think of me and pause a while,
Don’t think of me when sadness looms,
But smile for me when laughter booms.

To you today I leave this phrase,
My time on Earth you can’t erase,
My time on Earth was done you see,
So raise those smiles, no tears for me.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Damnations fire, it grows ever near,
A future so bright, becomes unclear,
Repenting my sins, hope stares on aghast,
Paying the price for crimes of past.

I am mere mortal, of weak mind and soul,
Temptation prevented me reaching my goal,
Harassed and tormented for all eternity,
My past, still it continues to haunt me.

The day will come, I know it well,
When I must stare down the hounds of hell,
Of this day, I am not scared,
For in my mind, I’m well prepared.

As child I was told I would always be forgave,
A mere lie to comfort you in your grave,
For of your soul, Satan wants his slice,
The sins of youth, an eternal price.

I see the world with honest eyes,
The crimes of man are no surprise,
Treating the planet as we do,
The very same fate awaits for you.

You may well pray for your salvation,
And of your sins ask redemption,
What would you do, and at what cost,
If you found out that all hope was lost?

My advice would be so simple, clear,
Just live your life without such fear,
Confess your sins week after week,
If that’s the solace that you seek.

Instead I’ll face my evil with a smile,
Confront it with both tact and guile,
I can’t outpace eternal rest,
For Satan wants me as his guest.

I’m not quite ready to join him yet,
He’ll continue to test, he won’t forget,
But I have five reasons to spoil his fun,
With them behind me, it’s a long time till I’m done.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Here I sit behind the tree,
A howling wind encompasses me,
It feels so cold, my face like ice,
I feel I’m trapped in natures vice.

The wind she cries her incessant wail,
While trees all shudder in the gale,
As branches in the wind, they clatter,
It sounds as if they start to chatter.

The moon himself hides in the cloud,
As if some sacred ethereal shroud,
No visible signs of life I see,
As louder screams this natural banshee.

Now heavily start the drops of rain,
The trees start creaking, so much strain,
From the skies, an almighty crack,
As lightning streaks through skies so black.

The storm grows near, I sit and wait,
Stare down this tempest seems my fate,
The skies now glow electric white,
So hard to tell if day or night.

A sense of foreboding overwhelms,
As shadows dance among the elms,
With the scent of sulphur the air is tinged,
As warily I sit in the shadow of the wind.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Whilst sitting alone, I had a wee thought,
Could I write me a poem that’s simple and short?
Just four quaint lines with no fuss and no mess,
And so it would seem that the answer is yes!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Simple things and simple treasures,
Simple times with simple pleasures,
From lapping waves to singing birds,
Simple thoughts and simple words.
Simple deeds, give lasting impressions,
Simple facts, bring important lessons,
A generous act will go a long way,
Simple things, for a simply perfect day.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I mention tears, you think of sad,
I mention tears, I think of glad.
Tears are shared in love and laughter,
Tears we share in memories ever after.

Tears of grief, or tears of joy,
Tears at the birth of each girl and boy.
Shed no tears we men are told,
But tears show strength, they make us bold.

Tears of love, or tears of hate,
Tears we cry, defined by fate.
So think of tears, but not of sad,
Just think of tears in moments glad.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Three simple words I say to you,
That many use, but meant by few,
Please keep them safely in your heart,
To keep you warm when we’re apart,
Three simple words that I hold true,
That simply spell out, I Love You.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Time is precious, time is rare,
We rarely have time to spare,
Rushing round there, or rushing round here,
Just time for this poem, I’m beginning to fear.

It drags while we work, yet flies while we play,
Years passing by, yet it feels like a day,
In childhood we hate it, especially in school,
As adults we curse it, we work to its rule.

Time lacks compassion, time lacks a heart,
Watching on gleefully, keeping loved ones apart,
Time brings us life, but it also brings death,
Time does not care if we breathe our last breath.

Time, without doubt is the greatest Dictator,
Time will not stand for doing things later,
Time is the future, time is the past,
Time is not slow, time is not fast.

Whatever we do is defined by our time,
Things I could do instead of this rhyme,
Time is relentless, it still marches on,
And will continue its journey, long after I’m gone.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I walk the empty streets at night,
Nothing moves within my sight,
The rain soaked pavements, with orange glow,
Neon lights put on their show.

No one sees me in the darkness,
Deserted shops, completely soulless,
Eerie and mournful are the sounds of the dark,
Scurrying creatures at large in the park.

Still I wander here alone,
Looking for places to make my home,
Searching out things to eat,
Litter bins with scraps of meat.

Amazing just what things I find,
Such wasteful people, you are so kind,
The things you bin, it’s quite unreal,
But no complaints from me, an easy meal.

Skulking round, silent, wary,
Remaining unseen, as some people fear me,
I don’t see why, it’s scraping a living,
You look down your nose, yet you’re hardly forgiving.

I have many guises; I have no set form,
To your sense of society, I’m far from the norm,
I just don’t fit in; I don’t have a place,
You can tell that I’ve lived, by the miles in my face.

Neither your comfort nor blessings are things that I seek,
I only have time for those people that speak,
No sneers or a snarl, an attitude that is selfless,
With a pound or kind word for those of us homeless.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Long I’ve stood here alone and bold,
Much I’ve seen, my secrets untold,
Daring couples and their illicit fun,
And lonely cries to a setting sun.

Nature through her tempest, has thrown her worst,
I’ve faced it all, as if I'm cursed,
Through rain, hail, sleet and even snow,
To gale force winds or summers glow.

Safe refuge I’ve given for those who seek,
Provided respite for those so weak,
My purpose in life, to protect from harm,
Like St Christopher, a travellers charm.

For my service, I seek no pay,
Just promise to protect you all each day,
Keeping travellers safe at sea,
Is the only thing that matters to me.

Standing tall against the breeze,
Constant watchman of the seas,
A beacon to guide throughout the night,
Like a siren, enticing sailors with my light.

A booming horn in case of fog,
Startling the walker and their dog,
Mostly I’m as quiet as a mouse,
Not glamorous, not elegant, just a lighthouse.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Nature's fury, nature's fire,
Feel her wrath as she shows her ire,
Be it tempest or be it gale,
Hear her cry as the winds they wail.

Earthquake, hurricane or fiery volcano,
Death and destruction wherever they go,
Tsunamis lurk 'neath seven seas,
Bringing the mightiest to their knees.

This Earth we share, there is but one,
She shall live on long after we're gone,
To her we are a mere parasite,
Nothing compared to her fire and might.

The time of man, is now at hand,
As we **** and pillage cross every land,
The end of days is our recourse,
As nature responds, without remorse.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Love is honest, love is kind,
Love is brutal, love is blind,
Love is hope, love is sorrow,
Love today, is hurt tomorrow,
Love it comes, love it goes,
How long it stays, no one knows.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation