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206 · May 2020
Farewell To The Field
Greg King May 2020
The last cow is leaving, the herd is moving on
The pastures and meadows will not remain for long.
The last cow is leaving and sighs and lumbers on.

The last cow is leaving where my children used to play
Amongst the scents of summer on a hot sunny day.
The field mice and the rabbits all will have to move away.

The last cow is leaving, for man will live here soon
And bricks and concrete will replace the land I gaze upon.
No call of owl or crow we'll hear, there'll be a different tune.

The last cow is leaving and the farmer shuts the gate
The deed is done the plans been made, this place must meet its fate
And as the sun is sinking I fear it's getting late.
I wanted to mark the loss of some local fields for housing.
They will be gone for ever.
194 · May 2020
The Darkling Child
Greg King May 2020
Beware beware the darkling child
He lives in shadows and the night.
He feeds on fears and drinks your tears
And then lays hidden in plain sight.

The darkling child the darkling child
Like frost that kills the tender flower,
And puddles after summer rain.
You'll know he's been but not the hour,
Or know when he'll creep back again

The darkling child the darkling child
Looks in upon you in the night.
And lurks upon the window sill
With blackened teeth and poison bite.

The darkling child the darkling child
His eyes are ice, and heart is stone.
You'll never think of him as nice.
Or want to meet him when alone.

So close the windows, shut the door.
Draw the curtains, dim the light.
He will not harm you or alarm you
if you keep your eyes shut tight.
I just wanted to try writing a dark poem. It sends a shiver up my spine whenever I read it. Sleep Well!
Greg King May 2020
You’re  never to old to be stupid.
You’re never stop being a fool.
Daftness's a lifelong habit
That carry’s on way beyond school

You think you've grown older and wiser
Experienced survivor and sage
And then you do something stupid again
No matter your state or your age.

I've spent all my life being stupid.
I have to admit that it's true.
But between the mistakes I have done what it takes
To make a small difference to you.
As I get older I like to give the air of a sage when I am just as confused as everybody else.
150 · May 2020
Under A Velvet Sky
Greg King May 2020
Under a summer's sky we lay,
under a velvet sky.
Warmed by the heat from the earth we lay,
together you and I.

Flittering bats were about that night,
and the ghost of an owl flew by,
Searching and chasing their prey that night,
as we watched them you and I.

Scents from the flowers and hay that night
Lingered on slumbering air.
You reached out your hand and we touched that night.
Some moments are moments to share.

High in the sky the stars shone bright
As they'd done on our fathers before
Diamonds and gems in the heavens that night
Timeless, infinite, awe.

Vast was the sky that summers night.
So vast, and we were so small  
When a feeling of oneness fell on us that night
And we felt we were part of it all.

All my life I have looked at the stars at night
To soak in that feeling of awe
And rejoiced that out of the dark comes light.
I'll keep searching and searching for more.
Touching eternity and finding love is close at hand, two people sit on a grassy hill on a warm summer night.
Who doesn't want some of that?
I hope this poem touches you as well.
93 · May 2020
Regret
Greg King May 2020
Thoughts better left un-thought
Words better left un-said.
Paths better left un-sought.
Tears better left un-shed.
Teenage angst.

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