#devon
We frolic and laugh, for the dragon sleeps.
We glory in the pleasure of this short summer,
the cool of the brook and the still warming sun,
for the dragon does still sleep.
We will not give good attention to the dark,
though it sits not so far away. We play at peace,
for the dragon does still sleep.
We shall not quieten, for he more than slumbers,
his sleep is the sleep of the near dead,
though he may yet rise and torment us once more.
We will not wait on that future fear.
We will rather frolic in the warmth of sun and laughter,
for the Tamar dragon does still sleep.
And we know a Champion
who is a slayer of all our dragons.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
It was another time
Walking on the large pebbles
Of Beer beach
The long shadows of the
Dry docked boats of the
Local fishermen resting
Until the next morning on
The English Sea
Stretching towards the
Jurassic cliffs that crumble
Signs warning the visitors
Of the probability of
Falling rocks
Cliff pieces
It was another time
A time I almost
Forgot
Until I returned
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
To my younger self
Take the time out to
Enjoy those precious
Times, people, places.
Make another memory.
You’ll thank yourself in the future.
Take the time out to
Heal those wounds.
Keep moving forwards
Physically and mentally.
You’ll thank yourself in the future.
Take the time out to
Create those stories;
Ones that your future
Generation will re-tell
You’ll be remembered in their future.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
Evening darkens upon the moors,
Forgiveness—a hairless thing
skirting the headlamps, fugitive.
Why have we come,
traversing the long miles
and extremities of solitude,
worriedly crisscrossing the wrong maps
with directions
obtained from passing strangers?
Why do we sit,
frantically retracing
love’s long-forgotten signal points
with cramping, ink-stained fingers?
Why the preemptive frowns,
the litigious silences,
when only yesterday we watched
as, out of an autumn sky this vast,
over an orchard or an onion field,
wild Vs of distressed geese
sped across the moon’s face,
the sound of their panicked wings
like our alarmed hearts
pounding in unison?
My family did get lost in an English moor on a dark moonless night. It happened when I was a boy. My mother was driving and seemed to have no idea where we were, or which direction to head. I wondered if we would ever find civilization again. It was a very spooky experience that I drew on for my poem. Keywords/Tags: England, Devon, moor, car, headlamps, headlights, directions, maps, points, routes, strangers, signals, orchard, field, geese, hearts, relationships, parting, separation, divorce, loneliness, alienation, free verse
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
Met this ***** when I was eleven,
I'm sure I've told you his name is Devon.
Face to face when he was telling me off,
back when all the teachers told me to stop.
Ever since middle school we've been pals,
leaving school smelling quite foul.
Living right down the road from one another,
both of us watching out younger brothers,
In the morning we met at the bus stop,
with the ***** he's about to pop.
Some fools that never learned to treat me right,
holding his phone, recording his fist fight.
Never left his side, never left his side
We got caught up in some relationships,
each & every mistake, brought upon a guilt trip
Pouring out our issues, all became up in smoke
***** after ***** *** after ***
Dropping him off to sleep with your girl bro,
Check if Devon is on your wife's cell phone,
your sheets might smell like my best friends cologne
My disease, makes my heart skip a beat,
talking to you bring me to my feet.
It is funny to think back at that time,
because now were sharing a crystal line,
We have been through so much together
Imagining our lives in the future
You're special, you're strong, loving and kind,
no matter who's there you'll speak your mind.
Think of all the times you've spent without me,
while i'm staring down at my tattooed feet.
Words could never describe how I feel,
maybe you do, I kept it forever real.
Forever finding the right words to tell,
I was the one who catch you when you fell...
There's no such thing as a sunny moment,
due to all the clouds that we have token.
Plenty of things have gone so wrong,
at least we have been through it all alone.
When you pushed me in the Walmart cart,
certainly nothing could drive us apart.
When you call, I will be at your side
especially for all the times we've cried.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
"When was the last time I was near you?"
"Years, my dear."
"When was the last time I said I loved you?"
"Years.."
"When did you start believing I stopped?"
"I never did."
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
"It's hard not to believe in angels when one's sitting next to you, holding your hand."
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
When I can't sleep
And the darkness won't close in
Hovering ever close
But never touching me
I close my eyes
And think of my fondest memories of you.
Only then am I able
To **** the black into the recesses
Of my mind
And finally
Rest
Peacefully
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
6,540 miles doesn't seem far
But when I think about you
Inches from you kills me
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
What it means to be Ignatius.
To fight through fire to get what you desire
To be cast down to burn but always endure
To learn not to cry but to tame the flames
What it means to be Ignatius, is that once the furnace decides to encase, we will smile and do nothing but embrace.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
I tried my best, I did my best
Not to fall in love with you
Not to picture our hands intertwined pointing above
Not to think of our lives together that could have been
Not to dream of you laying next to me after a night of love and sin
Not to break down and wish I could start again.
But I guess my best. Couldn't win.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
"One of these days I'm just going to sit down, put a pen to my head, pull the trigger and blow my brains out on a piece of paper."
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
“Go ahead..Say what ever you want about me. I’m serious! I don’t care. It’s funny actually. Because I don’t even have to say or call you anything to get my satisfaction.. Because I know that no matter what you say to me, call me or what ever you’d do to remind me that I’m shit…You still kissed me..You still held my hand..You still fell in love with me..And I know that those facts **** you off and eat away at you everyday..And I love that.. I love that it does that to you.. Almost as much as I loved you."
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
“Every life is just a simple stepping stone to the next one..
So don’t worry.. We’ll all do better the next time around.”
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
“She makes me wish I was blind..So I could grow a deeper understanding and connection of the personality and nomenclature of her skin through my touch..”
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
The cup gleams gold in the light
Golden liquid overflowing
Round bowl on a slender stem.
On the table beside it are apples.
Red, yellow, glowing,
Globed sunlight bursting with juice.
Outside in the meadow, the cows
Brown and white, gentle eyed, lowing,
As the calf pushes and pulls on the ****
Staggers a little and suckles.
Warm milk for the jug.
A blue and white bowl holds the cream.
Blue and white is the sky above
Brown and deep the buzzing of bees
Making the foxgloves bend and bow
Under the coolness of trees
Where the earth holds the richness of leaves
And the bones of the ancestors rest
In the land of the ever blessed.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC