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It looked like muddy grounds where small dusty roses growed wild on the gable end of a wooden barn. As a spinster spinned her wheel of wool the size of a yarn. Where intermediate surfaces laid doorment as she hid away from hideous minds. While she lowered her guard in the back of a interview room in Scotland yard. The smell of tea and wee displaced the air they breathed holding all colour, creed and race without shame and with disgrace. There the prisoner waits knowing no policeman's your mate. Elbows in windows as belts and pistons drives there jam jars. Searching for another criminal to put safely behind bars as a prison guard looks up at the stars. Knowing this is ornate world as they lie on a gauntness sofa with blistering leather that craved a different stage trying to trick the judge. That they all have a different mental age while trying not to hold a grudge as they calm there own rage. This daunting life where they wear stripes fighting against right and wrong living under a deceitful con. While blades melts into brush displacing there medieval amour with surnames and number on signs knowing extra days squashing there fines. To get to the truth you will hear so many lies.
This is a poem about right and wrong and where's there's no trust between a criminal and the police. Thinking there's always light at the end of there tunnel believing they will find the end of there rainbow. With a *** of gold looking for there big score and the life they have and what they all have to lose and lengths they will take to keep it.
3d · 31
Liberation
On a sunset skimmed a field of stone next to a glass house that stood behind a placid light. Beyond a anchoring hill glittered drizzle on falling rain. That fell on to a sunflower seed which broke through a single ****. What transpires full of vibrant fire flies that lite up the skies. Just as god opened up the heavens for another soul that died. As he looked down on the earth watching there families cry. This diminuendo of man haunts parts of our undiminished life we live. It still doesn't stop the badness eating away at our broken hearts. While it manifests in our pain and sorrow it spelled out promises of a stole smile. Sauntered in time and space saw a dark pretty face that sort out liberation living under a racist nation. We all have to gravel the situation that all things are possible if these evil problems are visible.
This piece of poetry is about pain and resentment for all of the families that have lost loved ones in the pas through racistism and hate. This world should be about love.
When disappointment braves the harshness of life like hearded shades she was too mute to have her say. Across glass cut hearses laid a dead scent before he was ash sang sweet hymns verses. As cold mountains weathered the storms a artic fox sat between the thorns. While he sat on a bassalt throne his body turned to bone. Just as winter turned clay to ice leaving the temptations of new heights. Wondering through the frost like a poor man lost with out love that was his cost. As a darken room took hold of his mind in solitary confindment held all his lies. While moonlight felt upon his gaze a medicant malevence drew back a holy stream made from god's tears. As he feared man's heartache and pain. Beyond the range of his thought trailed grass dipped willows as a sad woman cried on her pillows. Just as lucency thrives across a deadly silence knowing this madness crippled his mind. With in the far reaches of sunshine stood the pillars of a radiant lust. In our lord we should all trust knowing one day we will all turn to dust.
This poems about god's love for mankind and the good and bad that hides in this world because not everyone has faith.
The stillness of stone deserted in the cold in a innocent harshness of a winters storm. As forgone conclusions held illusions of powerful men with guides to mysteries. That shows there hearts are full of sins in a epic battle they can never win. While love unhindered his disappointment with wind bourn gleam stolen by his naked dreams. Stepping out the light to cool as it Lied in the dark. Away from crossed logs that burned in the fires of mortal man. While tear drops of pain that never stained couldn't comfort him in the rain As he stood next to his dead fathers name. Knowing living without him will never be the same. Just as jailbirds slept in daylight musk while forbidden lust has too many hidden trusts. When the coldness of iron turns to rust as there emotions lingered in the dust. To know your living on the threshold of life in renewed words is there journey of a forgotten world. Then balance rode a horse made of bone waiting on air spanned wings fearing the new king.
This poems is about some of my feelings and emotions I had  after my dad's untimely death.
7d · 33
The good book
With burnish gleam packed a mourish stream unseen from meaningful hoard in sunlight stood heavens gate. Setting a portent reality in ancient text formed sandstone slabs consigned to show the world from right and wrong. As the air with drew from the seas and the sands it held the holy order in such conquests. From ghosts of the past in opulent presence with only human beings wanting the full attention of god. When the devil spawed the badness in man he couldn't escape the fires of hell even with his wings of sin. In silent forder if not for the good book mankind would of forgot the arc angel Lucifer left in his hateful tomb. As remembrance clings to love the mind wondered with pictures of memories that poured out our hearts. Classified in dormant struggles marked by a cororant bird in the time of our lord. Believing the truth even in the priesthood would still comprehend the gullible believing the living lie
This poems is for my mum's dad Frank and her mum Ellen and her friends Pat and Doreen. May there souls be heaven waiting for there families. I just hope they have a very long wait.
Jun 12 · 32
The rope of fear
Neil Mcpake Jun 12
With a witless liability you could see the panic in his eyes as he grappled down the rope of fear. While he climbed sumptuously over the wall into dangerous waters. He felt the weight of his solidering  family on his shoulders. As he scaled the tower into new heights promontory. Looking over at decorated men and women trying to be there equals. Over different oceans, seas and foreign lands are promises of a forbidden love. When new alliances are forged trust is earned as they blazed upon differences of opinions. Trying to create a paradise in a lawless country. In a phenomenal instance he drew upon his knife on a ****** hot day. Exhausted near to death he looked upon his opposite as his enemy. With a different faith knowing he can never fear the dead.
This poem is about the training of different women and men as you get sent of to war. While love might conquer all, in battle it's peace you need to stop death. Some soldiers like my mates brother Brett say the wall of fear but I beg to differ.
Neil Mcpake Jun 11
If you bring out the cleverness in you it can bring out the dumbness in others. As the scene goes a miss the residue gathered in the mist. While he reminises the past judgement followed him for all his sins. Knowing women and men are never built to last. Then a whitewashed culvert glittered as the sealights beamed on golden sands. Just as the tides turned reveling the ocean floor. Then man wrote with quil and ink. Having the need to stop to think in the blink of a eye there futures passed. Exiled in the shadow of presence then cut down in prime of life. Withdrawing from solitude in a endless embrace of love leaving the abruptness of hate behind. Knowing they were still haunted by there dreams. As sweat lanquished on there pillows drained by the memories of all that fell. Nor trench or soil, iron or lead could keep out that deadly stench. There's no innocence in war so why do they keep death a secret. Is it because babies die leaving loved ones to cry. Without willful bliss needing a affectionate kiss to tame there hearts as they wished the need for peace.
This poem shows you that you must think of here and now because before you know it your old and grey and was the past is now your future.
Jun 10 · 48
Bated breathe
Neil Mcpake Jun 10
Beyond the out stretched reaches of a madman was a lonely woman. With bated breathe standing on the edge of death. While casting the grip of life never knowing what wonders prevails. Just as he draws a line between heaven and hell. Realising even in the afterlife you still get punished for your unspeakerable crimes. As he played the hearts of arbitrary. All dressed in black resonating without there loved ones. You could still see the love in there eyes Just as there tears run dry. With ripples of dainty sins grappled vanity on a promiscuous face. In the sense of alleviation depriving her of his mainly attentions. Based on chance there lied no prosperity in his empty heart. Sumptuously marked by assent in solitude in a silent fortitude. Trying to hide there emotions with joy. Amphorae filled glasses in relief as there heavy feet stopped them slumping on the carpet floor. Sentry pub lights blazed in a crowd as the room spinned round and round in the wake of dead man.
This poems is about death and life and what length's man would take to mask there emotions when a loved ones dies.
Neil Mcpake Jun 10
While judgement rained down on earth it unearthed a wallstead ground. As a cold hearth froze on a winters night. there stood uncertainties beyond the qualities of mankind. Just as a skylight sunshine shone a space for two then there emotions grew. Knowing there love was new. Then a wave of  bastion sensations pulsed through there bodies. Creating a ******* realtionship knowing it could depleat in a prolepic sorrow. But They didn't care even when there lives weren't fair. Because this was no faze as they stayed together in old age. In a endless loving daze with more lines on there faces With wilted eyes they didn't cry. They both smiled to each other in a beautiful gaze. As they died that's when they knew there souls were ready to fly.
This poem is about new love and old age and power of togetherness through different fazes in there lives and strength you need to keep a realtionship together.
Jun 9 · 31
The shadow of man
Neil Mcpake Jun 9
In the world full of transparency lived humans in a dalligone age hoping for there immanent lands to be free. Knowing even darkness there's glar and glit as they wished on a starlight. As they looked at what marvels beholds the skies. While doldrums of listlessness as they saw a new dawn making a mockery of the dazzling sunshine. Then the winds shifted the mountain peaks snows white brilliance in a winters storm. On the horizons shorn the shadow of man following his woman through time and space. Even in death he couldn't contain his love for her for it was eternal  like the souls of all good women and men. Every heavy heart must have hope even in wilderness. Fearing the centre of a harriet charm. Lied the evil truth beyond a lariet chain of hate there stood harms way and the love of another man.
This poem is about the eternal love men have for women and the fear of rejection through cheats and lies living in the shadows of darkness there's always light.
Neil Mcpake Jun 9
These badmen had an evening of excursions hidding from the devil inside. With wild eyes of pretensions from heartbroken minds knowing love was to hard to find. Unhinged and unhinded it showed a different state of presence. He knew his actions could be accountable as he looked apon a golden leaf only will power stopped him being a thief. As this preternal transparent humour saved him from crying when his dad lost his soul in the dead of the night. Reflections of the past echoed in his heart as trampled men and women shoes dulled as they hearded in like cattle. While power hungry relatives circled the room in a coterinous space longing for a rich life. Reading there will of their destiny a solicitor looked apon them in disbelief knowing only money could contain there grief. While glints from the moonlight showed silhouettes on a cold wall. Knowing he's free in a meryful maze as they all wondered what will happen in his limitless time. As contenous holes soiled his body in a unmarked grave.With perfumes and aftershaves masking a holy smell hoping his spirit goes to heaven not hell.
This poem is about greed and grief as it echoes the power of laughed while badmen hide from the devil inside.
Neil Mcpake Jun 8
To blind to see the truth knowing if we told another soul. They would take the roof away from you. Leaving you black and blue knowing inside your pain is new. As you live on the streets in sunshine and rain. Watching everyday people getting drunk and high. Never realising your friends and family had already cried. That's when you know they have already said goodbye. Knowing when secrets are made there rarely sold. As you live beyond your means living like a fiend. In and out of courts. With freedom that can't be brought. Even after it's been hard fought. Because no one believes a prison fool. Even if you lose your anger then you try to act cool. Never realising your to old as life takes it toll. I just hope your life again never folds. While facing the outside world blistering cold.
This poem is about work and the lengths people take when secrets are sold and the truth is buried. Just make sure it's not you because clever people take advantage of dim souls in a world of junkies, drunks and drug dealers. Your only one step away from leaving on the streets. So don't take drugs there for mugs.
Jun 6 · 32
Mrs right
Neil Mcpake Jun 6
There was a nonsensical vengeance apon his face. With a rampaging love that took it's toll. In an intransitive moment he knew he could never see her intuitive gorgeous face again. As he bowed out in disgrace fearing she has lost her trust in him. While she made haste to someone safe. She knew even if she waited for there feelings to fizal out they couldn't never just be mates. For there was a sense of belonging  after she left. Knowing she taught him a powerful lesson for being over possessive that no womans a possession. That's when man plays a dangerous game because with every bad action results in consequences of the heart. As newly wed pillows sieged his mind with tears of joy with displays of promises of a golden age. As whiskey flows through the moonlight. While her husband was half fainted from drunken vibes dancing with his palpable girl. Knowing displays of rage will never enter his life. Showing array of emotions that inhabited his soul. Feeling starstruck dreams that wakes his sleep in the night as realizes he found Mrs right.
This poem is about the loss of love and the valuble lessons men should take from being over possessive. Then from love that is lost a new love is found even in the unlikely of places. Men remember always think of the women feelings and make sure you put them first and last of all try not be a idiot your know just look in the mirror.
Jun 5 · 36
Unquestionable doubt
Neil Mcpake Jun 5
Those calming voices that soothes my heart. Turning me away from the depths of whispering winds that plague my sins. As I lie in the mist of grief wollowing in my own sorrow. Fatherless without his love in the realms of pity. As I live in the unguided world of a ghosthood in a new fangled home. While I m steadfast as I stop running from my past I just hope us humans are built to last. Knowing these facade lines cross my path. Keeping me on the straight and narrow. So the only one should follow me is my shadow. Away from borrowed time in a sinuous presence over shadowed by loneliness. In a stream of visability showing wayward steps that burdens my soul.With hieroglyphs of life in a unimagineable perfection through space and time.We should keep away from fake personalities that tries to con us in a insulet world. To engrandize and modernize then to have our faiths try to control us. Even in front of holy eyes without unquestionable doubt this to me is a evil cell of terrorist louts. Knowing this will never be there last bout. As they look like smartly dressed hobbo's from a distant ghetto. Only after death will there spirts languish in limbo. Waiting for god to cast them all to hell for being under the devil's spell.
This is a poem about soul searching and the shifty characters that try sway our minds with faiths and lie.
Jun 5 · 70
The junkie king
Neil Mcpake Jun 5
Fearing his shiftiness made his mummy and  daddy weep you could see the fear there eyes. Knowing there son had pollution in his body. Which made him shout out in anger always wanting more money. Trying to creep in after dark all alone but they keep telling him this is not his home. Hidden away safely are their jewels and expensive things but nothing is to hard to find for this ****** king. Drowned out in a sorrow of sound with flashing blue lights lighting up a dreary grey sky. Now cuffed up on the floor covered in blood with needle marks, open wounds and sores. He still can't see he's  just a pawn in this drugs war. As the cell door shuts behind him. As he starts his sentence there's a secret regret and repentance on his face. Knowing he's going to have the runs like a cricket score feeling like he's been battered red raw. Even on morphine and codeine he still can't dream as he wakes up with the sweats to put on his oversized prison jeans. The only addicts that don't come back are the ones who always stay clean like the man called dean.
this poem is about the fight that the parents have to keep there sons clean and lengths they take to try to stop there world from falling apart. Even though people on drugs need help you still need to let them know it's tough love or there walk over you.
May 31 · 88
The darkest minds
Neil Mcpake May 31
As darkness ruled the night basking in the moonlight. With adamant faces trying to control the light. With acrimonious personalities creating bitterness and hostility of the darkest minds. So there hearts were blank laced with hate. Never knowing love until god created woman and man.  But he couldn't stem the envy of money.
This poem is about the envy of the poor while being jealous of the wealthy. The lengths they will go to take the rich precious things away from them.
Neil Mcpake May 30
The virtuoso of the living lie. Without spite in our dreams to become good human beings. With uniqueness in every face. While the police run in circles like hamsters on a wheel. Just when we feel the rage trying to keep our children safe. Even when we grow to a old age. While we inspire to greatness. We mustn't forget the richness in our lives. Knowing the human race is our biggest threat. Through destruction and execution we will never be this planets resurrection. So why isn't this being taught in all our education in every nation.
This poem is about man's destruction of earth and why we need to keep fighting to keep this planet eco friendly, clean and green.
Neil Mcpake May 30
To embrace the virtues of man. Knowing how to embrauge the values of youth. As you show innocent wisdom to nurture your minds. With sonnets grands to find. Facing challenges to tell the truth. As they embellish there outrageous lies. When insecurities hide behind false hearts. While closed mountains stay under snow and ice. As nature calls in a brevity time. Just as your energy lacks on a trodden path. Watching the weather swirl as your throat starts to dry. While hope challenges your feelings that your going to die.
This poem is about the challenges you face on dangerous terains. The lies people say to get what they want no matter the costs.
May 30 · 60
A brave face
Neil Mcpake May 30
While we have incerenity to the poor the rich need to give more. When we have peace there should be no war. Then there would be no battles fought on forgein and domestic lands. As women and men rule the skies. Then it's never each to there own. With there friends on there side as they fight against there enemies lies. Knowing the wicked deafcates holy places. Reading there scripters wrong with unknown faces. As they go berserk wearing there berkers. While there husbands put out the hurters. Targeting us with there bombs. As they believe there leaders cons. While you try to put on a brave face. Even though it's not your faith. Through songs on the march while you weep for the memories of the past.
This poem is about the unknown terrorists. Knowing you can find it in the unlikely of places and the youngest of faces. Because you can't trust anyone in the fight against terrorism.
May 30 · 56
Elemental sky
Neil Mcpake May 30
As lighting filled a elemental sky as ethereal beings stole tears from the men without fear. If death is the end. Then let me leave enternal wisdom in the world behind. As I hope my love has no bounds in a endless embrace. While we let all wars be far way lingering in the stars. As terrorists lie behind barbwire and steel bars. Trying to find out why were there evil plans floored. If the truth is constantly rejected. Then there religon would be constantly effected. As the human race objects and rejects there badness within so much sadness. Wanting only the good in others. So leave no marters trying to make a name. Just looking for there terrorists fame. May no one suffer in this world today. Leaving only love not misery and pain.
This poems about the struggle between faith and terrorism. The constant fear people have even when the terrorists are caught. Living behind security and steel.
May 29 · 63
Timeless
Neil Mcpake May 29
Every human wishes age was timeless. So if time stopped where would we all be.
This poem is about hating getting old and the barrier between the youth. Let face it the older you get the more you don't understand the youngsters of today. Because every one has there own time. So live your life the best way you can.
May 29 · 223
Beauty
Neil Mcpake May 29
A woman still feels beauty even without seeing her reflection.
This poems about the ugly nature of the beast and knowing beauty is only skin deep. So don't let people get you down be proud of yourself no matter who you are.
May 29 · 61
A teacher
Neil Mcpake May 29
Being a teacher, if you let your work enslave your mind. You may never have any free time.
This poems for all the teachers in the world. Don't let teaching ruin your life. Be proud of what you achieved with your pupils and students.
May 29 · 39
Her fiery hell
Neil Mcpake May 29
As the moonlight shivered in her lonesome eyes just as midnight told her lies. While the shadows were fooled by her disguise. She hid in the shade hiding from deaths first light. While the silhouettes danced over the waters edge there layed god's only pledge. Then the souls of the dead lined up on the abyss. Waiting for all that's good on heavens bridge. Just as darkness took flight apon a murderous spell. Bringing all the sinners to her fiery hell.
I was inspired by T. S Elliot, This poems is a metor for being conned by the sinners and liars in the world. Some people have no honour and respect. So watch out people take innocence for weakness.
May 28 · 85
Soaked in red
Neil Mcpake May 28
When a lonely surgeon sat in the trenches. All he saw beneath his feet were bodies soaked in red. As he saw his first sunrise in foreigen lands. He had tears in his eyes. Seeing his enemies laced with hate. Knowing death can never wait.
This poems for the fearless surgeons, doctors and nurses who save countless human lives in the quest and struggle for peace in war.
May 28 · 59
The woman's mind
Neil Mcpake May 28
When men indulge in women's bodies they forget to embrace the woman's mind.
This poems about mens absence of the heart because most men just want there cake and wanna eat it. They just want self preservation putting there own pleasure first before the woman's.
May 28 · 55
A cloudy day
Neil Mcpake May 28
When the sunshine appeared on a cloudy day. Times were tough as I looked through my window and saw the rain. May nobody be in pain on every country, sea or land. Then I would never of cried for the death of my father.
This poems about the misery and pain I had from losing my dad.
May 28 · 41
Power
Neil Mcpake May 28
With nightmares that gives us a fright hoping we never wake up to evil sites. As we work through daylight hours. May our souls never rest until our world leaders stop fighting for power.
This is a poem about the frighten prospects of nightmares waking you up in the night that scares your inner core of your soul.
May 28 · 44
Without
Neil Mcpake May 28
Without beating hearts we would have no love in this world.
This short piece of poetry is about love and life in a world full of corruption.
Neil Mcpake May 28
There was a sense of foundation with life gazing at the night sky with my beautiful wife. Not knowing what the future means longing for my dreams while looking up the stars. Young to old the past to present. I knew my life was moving to fast. Reliving memories of my past. Drifting through time and space. I was still in love with her gorgeous face. Ash and decay night till day these feelings will never go away. Walking on concrete steps even after our deaths and our loved ones have wept. On angel wings to god's grace we will never be a degrace. Because our souls will stay together in heaven for eternity. In a endless reality defying earth's gravity.
This poems about defying reality with a sense of ageless love.
May 28 · 40
Man cometh the age
Neil Mcpake May 28
With herb and sage this man cometh the age as her love stemed his rage. Like star dusts bright It lit up the night. In a timeless world they saw ghostly enterties. Which out lived there realities. As naked butterflies took flight. Just as the sun shined yellow in a fevered meadow. Limestone streams run past forest's made of green. To be seen not heard. While boys and girls can't be silent. When tempers flare to boil your minds. Ajusting your angry on miserable days. Through swelling nights as we endure so much frighten sights. While we're brought back to earth to do what's right.
This poems is about people's ego's rules there minds. Knowing people can be jealous with people's richess of life. So can turn nasty with in glimpse of the eye.
Neil Mcpake May 28
If there's a thin line between love and hate. Then all who dare would love there fate to wait. As wispy clouds of mist covers my eyes. Leaving me to endure hardships and pain. While I untwist my mind with thoughts of a solace time. The weak suffer leaving some of the strong with only regret. Even when we rise from the gutters after a daylight flutter. Stopping us begging on the streets showing of your life of poverty. That's when you can help the people that matters most to you. While you always feel blue knowing true love will only stay. When you both sleep together as two. From the depths of your souls as we see the greatest sights. It still won't shield us from the bitter ice.
This piece of poetry is showing the rich and poor can still gamble. Knowing even when we rise we can still fall to the depths of despair.
May 27 · 230
Temptations kiss
Neil Mcpake May 27
There was a sense of ultra violet and blue knowing my love for her was true. With sensations of my desires tore through my aspirations of my heart. As it beated with a infatuation. While her geniousness of her mind. Stopped my world from spirling into the abyss. As I found only the perceptions of her trust. With no disceptions of our passions as we turned young to old then to dust. Feeling me with a burning sensation deep in my soul. With temptations kiss that's when I knew her love for me was my only wish.
This bit of poetry is about trust and commitment knowing there's temptations in this world that can ruin love.
Neil Mcpake May 27
The frost was discontented with the sun. Knowing he melted the souls of the innocent. So god showed his wrath letting all who dare know. They should of been the souls of the ******. Then to die in agony with painful sounds to haunt my dreams. While I got brought back from the pitts of death. With intensive visions to taunt
my eyes showing no holy suprise. To dead to see the world in a surround sound of grieving family and friends to comfort my heart. As I awoke to see butterflies dancing in the sheen of sunrise. Then I  looked out my window to see a pale blue sky as I watched a lonely cloud. While hearing coughter and splatters through the night  As day time crazies. Who talk in there sleep again stir my comforts of a hospital bed. Then without luck I had co vid for a week leaving me weak and feeble. With sweltering temperatures bringing me shivering nights. As hospital wards burned co vid sheet.  The prisons hold so many fools. As they rack up another game of pool they all confess there innocence. As they have to abide by those goverment prisoner rules. As strangers  in uniforms hold there keys knowing one day there be free.
This poem signifies even when we are ill, rich or poor if we break the law we still get locked up for our crimes.
May 27 · 49
A solemn promise
Neil Mcpake May 27
He swore a solemn promise to keep her word in a world full of hate and repugnance. She couldn't smile until he confessed his undultered love to her. But he never got the answers he seeked for he was a wicked cheat. Then he stood close to revulsion watching the television. She never knew the satisfaction of her actions. Only after she went to court and saw the tensions. After she took his mansions. It just shows you even in fame you can end up bearing the shame. Because even when women are on the game they can still feel pain.
This poem is about a women's strength of character. Because no matter what job they do there still human.
May 27 · 38
No lord of trickery
Neil Mcpake May 27
On a beautiful warm sunny day so clear was the air I breathe. There was no lord of trickery standing near his horse. while staring at his enemy as a lonely corpse. When peace is the best and war is the worst. What's left when there's no remorse. When you can't be deaf to there commands. Because only in death can death ears not listen. We must never discriminate against colour or creed. So please lord let every good souls be free. Then it would be so good to see.  Even when there's collapse and demise still people shut there eyes. So may the tides turn as you journey through goverment lies while so many families see there loved ones for the last time. Remembering just the fun and kind times with that special someone.
This poem is about even in beautiful weather you can still see death. So never give up when all hope is lost for the truth.
Neil Mcpake May 27
Look to the stars to see they shine so bright for are wisdom must never see the light. Then I hope our darkest days gets left the past so vast and few then let no shadow be cast in a lonely cue. While no deaths shall steal the show as legends are made and stars are born. For there never is a perfect day.
This poetry is about stardom and right show there talents no matter what colour, creed or race you are.
May 27 · 48
On angel wings
Neil Mcpake May 27
I nearly froze upon a hillside with no one on my side. With snow and ice beneath my feet. When every step was a slide and I was my only guide. As I watched the mist gather in the mountains. The rain started to decend. On angel wings I did not fly what will I see when I die. If death becomes of me. Then let me come back from death to say heaven was no lie.
This is a poem about survival in the toughest terrain hope can be your only guide. While atheist believe there's no god.
May 27 · 40
On highest orders
Neil Mcpake May 27
On highest orders misguided they may be. Some wars are started by  individuals resulting so much terror. But we still need to account for human error. Unmarked graves halo be thou name leaving so much pain. As grieving parents cry for the loss of there loved ones. Soldiers and Surgeons trying there best as as political leaders sit behind there desks. In the armed forces the strong are left in emotional wrecks. I hope they shall never hide from forbidden lies that tries to sway there minds. As haunted dreams turn to nightmares with tears of sorrow on there pillows. That just shows they care because in war no one's fair.
This poems about loss and tradgey lossing friends and family knowing everyone's expendable even soldiers.
May 27 · 50
Bright like a light
Neil Mcpake May 27
As the waters beneath the sky shimmers the darkness shall see me so bright like a light. Walk through the shade into the shadows. I hope the weak will be stronger enough to see the mighty with strength to fight for truth and justice. For there will be no sorrow of broken dreams that makes heavy hearts. So mad were the times before I found my sanity with a confidence so just. It improved me as a human being. In that moment love was all I could find.
This poems about the fight to help the weak have the strength to get stronger in the fight for the truth. Knowing love can conquer all.
Neil Mcpake May 27
I ve been out of mind with nothing in my pocket. Left all my bad that makes me sad. Now be warned by the badness that seeks to destroy us all after we're born. Be thankful that we are not all hateful. I just hope love can conquer all. So lush is life do we need to see so much horrfic sights. Is it because they are to blind to see what is right front of there eyes. Knowing  in such conquests we should value family and friends above all. While some of the laws we live by should not stand the tests of time.
This poem is about love and hate. While some the laws are out dated so they need changing. knowing we should get wiser as we progress through different centuries.
May 26 · 68
A wintery maze
Neil Mcpake May 26
While horses graze in a wintery maze. Now stolen too take part in our humans crazy ways. Tunnelling through trenches made out blood, sweat, wood and mud. With bodies covered in mortar shells and lead. It was a soldiers spell of living hell. knowing there enemies leaders would never have enough. Just wishing they could stop the death rate. Never knowing they could be mates after there iron curtain hate. As the grass dry's just as a couple walks down a country lane. O Wayne of pain this life I live is never rural as I go to another co vid funeral. So why was man destined to fly as citizenry draws to a lonely road. As concrete jungles make there own struggles. While watching skycrapers look like they touch the sky. As man follows rainbows looking for there *** of gold. Just as the sunshine mixes with the rain. There's always another guy that blames his woman. That's when relationships are ruined. With pastures of green as the young tell the old another story to be told. On motherland on realm did we not witness god's kingdom that was not define. Knowing that time wasn't mine. With there wartime lies and British spies. As this wonderful nation cried. You would think after all that pain and misery. No missles and bullets would be fired. Knowing all of our world war hero's have nearly died
This poem is for my grandads friend who lived in boxers Lake. The many soldiers and civillians who lost there lives in that evil war called world two. the co vid tradgey and how we have progressed. They should never be forgotten. May we stop all wars then we might find peace. Because when we see the dead and there lifeless souls are gone. With a yellow tint to there skin is never a nice thing. Especially if it's your own family. God save the king.
May 26 · 46
The Streets
Neil Mcpake May 26
This fall of mine belittled my sight now I only see in black and white. Why, O why should I see a world without colour then this to me should never be familiar. At least I m not blind to see trying to live out my own destiny. Livings in dreams of thoughts and sounds with a famous god above. Showing all on earth no love. These old and new testiments are all man made. As there written words helps there faiths. This life with live in is short and hard fought so without being taught. You turn to crime after your caught. Your living back to nought. Would be a nameless shameless pain with nothing to give and nothing gain. With only a McDonalds mirror to see your veins now dirt and vanity washed away. Sleeping on park benches, shop door ways, throw off  buses and trains with all of society to see to entertain. With no phone, no home but never alone. As you wake up to strangers with no friends to greet with holes on your shoes showing your naked feet. Because there's never any love when you live on the streets.
This poetry is about loveless and loneliness and what depths society has to keep there daily lives going in a constant high as different circles say goodbye with friends and family to far gone to cry.
May 25 · 48
My exisitence
Neil Mcpake May 25
My hollow shell of my exisitence has the pertinence to be brave with a relevance to the very people who stood by there unnamed graves. Unmaned and but never shallow there I would of cast no shadows. With the pronunciation of life to be but a butterfly floating  through a clear blue sky reincarnated after I die. As they lie lonely like a solitary cloud so still with only brittal bones. Never hearing sad songs sung but still we sing without queen's and kings. Knowing there to dead to hear there tones. With no thoughts to guide them into the light. knowing only darkness is there only friend.
This poem is about the  sadness we have after we cry and our loved ones have died.
May 23 · 37
A baroness wilderness
Neil Mcpake May 23
My time stopped to ease my thoughts with stories of old as the cold saw it's discontent. While I was wrapped in warmth with a friend against the ice and the frost as dehydration showed it usual face. Living in a white torrent place wishing for a dry fruitful space. Knowing if we were outside our bodies would be frozen without decay. Our breath will be visible and seen looking for something green. knowing loneliness is tough to cope as you see a wintery *****. In a baroness wilderness there's no boat to sail or vote to cast I just wish we lived in one united class.
This poem is about trust and honour fighting against the elements in the bitter snow. When all hope is lost we band together to survive even in the toughest places.
May 23 · 132
Time stole my mind
Neil Mcpake May 23
Time stole my mind with feelings that weren't mine. As I grow old I hear the same politicians lies. In a world full of hate there's still kind souls. To temper leaders wars when peace should be our main countries goals.
This poem is about the lies parliament talks year on year and the peace we should have without the need for war. I wrote this when I thought my mum had dementia. Thank god she hasn't but many are not so lucky. When there mind gets eaten away in a short time. Not reconizing there own family and friends. What a horrible way to die.
May 23 · 41
Profound love
Neil Mcpake May 23
Your burning eyes took a glimpse of me with so much profound love. Through daylight hours and night time cuddles with sweet dreams to temper my soul. With motions of passions to sooth our hearts with multivalent values to eases our minds. In a world full of aggression I hope love eases our tensions even after our pensions. Because my love for you is my only mission.
This is a poem about my declared love for my wife and the emotions I have for her.
Neil Mcpake May 23
May good souls stay in the light. While the souls of murders & wrongers  burn in the fire. May our desires rule out hearts not our minds. In the life we live for one day there be the end of mankind. As every life's short so be kind to each other. For in death all our friends and families will reunite.
I wrote this poem about the constant struggle between death and life in a world full right and wrong.
Neil Mcpake May 23
To quench my sorrows through happiness not rage. To free my mind with thoughts of commitment for my only love. With a tender smile to brighten up my life. Should always be just cause without any harm. Knowing I'll be calm with thy. Without grief and hate with just my manly charms. Knowing your always be on my arm.
This poems about my love for my wife and the feeling I have for her without any questionable doubts.
May 22 · 51
Quenches my soul
Neil Mcpake May 22
I have waves of enchanted emotions just thinking about you my love. With a oriflamme feelings that quenches my soul. Even when we live in pauperise I shall love you through out time. In self evident to the platitude of my beliefs with effections of my beating heart. When there's truth there's no lies. I know your have wisdom over my thoughts as I cuddle you through out the cold nights. Knowing I'll never be lonely with you my love. Because without you my life feels like it's at nought and my love for you can never be brought. Your my most precious sort.
This poem is about my devotion for my love and the emotional connections we have for each other.
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