"espiritus" poems
Eternal flame burning bright for me,
A beacon of hope across life’s great sea,
A symbol of faith for wandering ways,
A guiding light for darker days.
The symbol of life that burns so quick,
That tall proud candle, with unspent wick,
My life it holds within its flame,
Either good or bad, it burns the same.
As life grows long, the candle grows short,
For a life lived carefree, or one of thought,
The candle cares not one jot,
It lives to burn, that is its lot.
Through time the candle grows so frail,
Just like myself, through time I’ll ail,
And just like I, oxygen gives it life,
To cope with all our daily strife.
Our time on earth, is fleeting, brief,
If time is tree, then I am leaf,
My faith proclaims life’s heaven sent,
But ends when my candles wick is spent.
All I ask from the life I live,
Is people appreciate all I give,
I care not for fame, nor even wealth,
Life is good if there is health.
I have the greatest gift of all,
I have my children, I love them all,
The gift I’ll leave hides in my words,
To me as melodic as the song of birds.
My candle of life continues to burn,
I have so much I've still to learn,
Until the day I give that final choke,
And my candle itself shows only smoke.
When time has passed, please don’t be sad,
Think of me with memories glad,
My candles flame, extinguished, gone,
Deep in your hearts, will still burn on.
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Clickety click, Clickety clack,
The train it rolls along the track.
The kids all get restless the parents all natter,
But at least they aren’t crying, so that doesn’t matter.
Clickety clack, Clickety click,
A child hollers out “mum I feel sick!”
“What did I tell you about eating those sweets?”
“Don’t make a mess all over these seats!”
Clickety click, Clickety clack,
The guard sitting bored, in his cab at the back.
We thunder through towns and all of its people,
Passing by churches, and that old pointed steeple.
Clickety clack, Clickety click,
A drinks cart on the train? Ah just the trick,
A nice cup of coffee and a cold can of beer,
“How much? You’re kidding!” I won’t get much change here!
Clickety click, Clickety clunk,
Oops, sounds like that rail's missing a chunk.
We cross over bridges, spanning their rivers,
I must close that window, it’s giving me shivers.
Clickety click, Clickety clack,
I’m getting hungry; I could use a good snack.
Back comes the hostess with her goods laden trolley,
No chance I’m parting with even more lolly.
Clickety clack, Clickety click,
So many destinations, which one should I pick?
Should I stay local, or should I go far?
It’s certainly more peaceful than driving a car.
Clickety click, Clickety clack,
It feels like we’re speeding along a fair whack.
The seconds to minutes, the minutes to hours,
From towns and their houses, to fields and their flowers.
Clickety clack, Clickety click,
Wherever I’m going, I’m getting there quick.
Bright eyed young faces, an adventure, exciting,
The doddery old folk, complain when alighting
Clickety click, Clickety clack,
We pass many crossings and a ***** old shack.
How many golf courses and quaint country pubs?
And weekend gardeners out pruning their shrubs.
Clickety clack, Clickety click,
These seats so uncomfy, now my neck's got a crick!
Now finally I've reached my long journey’s end,
And I'm glad that I've shared it with you my dear friend.
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
*Gentle child sleeping in my chair,
Stay sweet your dreams, free from care,
Rest your head from weary day,
Exhaustion borne from adventurous play.
Gentle child with breath so soft,
Into deep slumber, you have been lost,
Knowing nothing of years to come,
A dreamy smile, you're rarely glum.
Gentle child resting free,
Cast adrift on your dream filled sea,
I wonder what thoughts fill your head,
Tho' I know your imagination is well fed.
Gentle child I hear you snore,
A man as child, yet only four,
You stir from slumber, look of surprise,
Confusion and beauty I see in your eyes.
Gentle child drifts back to sleep,
Your dreams they call you from the deep,
An uncomplicated life, youthful simpleness,
The greatest time, the age of innocence.
Cinco Espiritus Creation
October 2017
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
*We're all familiar with Dr Seuss,
Tho pronounced like voice, and not like Zeus,
One fish, two fish, the cat in the hat,
With fish exclaiming that mother "won't like that".
Eccentric strange names, bizzarely named towns,
Unusual creatures, his imagination abounds,
There's mean Mr Grinch, where evil's his art,
And poor Herbie Hart, taking his Thromdimbulator apart.
We remember most fondly Horton hearing a who,
And the cat in the hat releasing Thing One and Thing Two,
How lucky you are, with dear Mr Potter,
And his monotonous job as T-Crosser, I-Dotter.
The things that we saw on Mulberry Street,
With so many stories, and people to meet,
Not forgetting the Lorax, or the places you'll go,
Or me singing high with my Ying that sings low.
I read them each night with my dear gentle Ben,
Stories we enjoy, both time and again,
The stories we read, are always his choice,
From the magical worlds of the one Dr Seuss.*
Cinco Espiritus Creation
2017
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
hypnotising
mesmerising
demonising
terrorising
television is devising
ways and means for
lobotomising
globalising
mesmerising
summarising
victimising
mass media is advising
ways and means for
supervising
ostracising
privatising
eulogising
brutalising
government is advising
ways and means for
destabilising
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
*Bubbles, bubbles in a bath,
Splashing child, melodic laugh,
Fishy, fishy with sploshing tail,
Brings a giggle without fail.
Water, water everywhere,
Brings a tear when poured on hair,
Soapy, soapy on the belly,
Leaving infant with fruity smelly.
"Me out, me out" it's time to go,
Watery footprints on the floor,
Squashy, squashy, towelling dry,
A clean little monkey, with gleam in eye.*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
Thomas, Edward, Percy, James,
There is a point, not random names,
Scarlet, Kevin, Stuart, Bob,
I've not gone insane, become a ****
Manny, Diego, Granny, Sid,
I've not gone hypo like some kid,
Twelve random names that mean great fun,
When watching telly with my son!
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
*I like the dark, I like the cold,
Away from life that makes me old,
To stop and ponder what should be,
And escape the life that's crippling me.
I like to sit out in the rain,
The splosh of droplets, relieve the strain,
This crash of water, the growing puddles,
Oft clear my mind, and all it's muddles.
To sit and feel the pelt of hail,
That crisp, sharp sting and blast of gale,
The swirling wind, no sounds of man,
Here I can work out who I am.
I want some time from behind the mask,
I do not think that's much to ask?
I like to get away from it all,
For chance to be the real Paul.
Working out which path to follow,
To stop me feeling empty, hollow,
Where to go, to do what next?
This age old problem leaves me vexed!
From within my soul I feel its growl,
It's evil, demented, cavernous howl,
It's mere presence chills to the bone,
This demon follows, wherever I roam.
Controlling thoughts, fuelling fears,
Crippling ambition, driving tears,
My plans to go forward, it brings to a halt,
As everything in life, is always my fault.
My future remains lost in the haze,
Living with this darkness for all my days,
All that remains, is my epilogue,
I'm living with the big black dog!*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
*Paul Simon wrote of sitting at a railway station,
With a ticket for his destination,
A cool autumn morn, and I’m doing the same,
Penning my thoughts, while awaiting my train.
A nice warm coffee cupped in my hand,
My trusty pen, the poet’s wand,
More travellers arrive, their tickets purchase,
While I just sit, composing verses.
My I-Pod blasts out Thin Lizzy live,
The music helps my poem thrive,
People staring, I'm deep in thought,
Me thinks this poem won’t be short.
The train arrives, of course its late,
So much to do, I cannot wait,
We pass through villages, towns and fields,
The lonely scarecrow, no secrets he yields.
The stunning views sure do amaze,
As we journey on through drizzly haze,
The farmer’s fields and their misty shroud,
As I travel further from maddening crowd.
Through the cloud comes a shaft of light,
Then forms a rainbow, bold and bright,
You see the world with a different view,
Or perhaps not, as we pass through Crewe.
Great, sods law, one working loo,
And yes of course, there’s quite a queue,
I-Pod still belting out the tunes,
As along the track, the train it zooms.
Ahh, now my destination is in sight,
Now a cracking day and drunken night,
A time to catch up with good friends,
And where both Journey, and poem ends.*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
*I wish I had somebody to hold,
To heal this broken heart so cold,
I wish I had the strength so bold,
To invite somebody into my fold,
A person worth their weight in gold,
To share my days as I grow old.*
Cinco Espiritus Creation
08/02/2017
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:33 AM UTC
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
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
I'm writing a poem of alliteration,
Promising perfunctory proliferation,
Rendering ragged rambling randomness,
Scribbling stupid spasmodic silliness.
Finding words requires a Thesaurus,
Collecting curses chirography causes,
Needs necessitate natural nuances,
Instead incredible imaginary influences.
This task is beginning to wreck my head,
Beating boredom before bed,
Wretched wistfully wandering words,
Agreeable arrangements absolutely absurd.
Keeping it logical is becoming a bind,
Maelstroms merging, mashing my mind,
Deranged, despairing, definitely diminished,
Fortunately, fudging finally finished.
Cinco Espiritus Creation
26/09/17
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
*I wish I could write like E.A. Poe,
Where dark and sombre, rule the flow,
There's death and despair at every turn,
To have his skill I truly yearn.
Villainous, evil, haunting, macabre,
A poet version of the Marquis De Sade,
His writings dark, visionary, bleak,
Providing no signs of the hope you seek.
A poetic genius, without compare,
His delivery leaves you within Satan's glare,
And why I know this thing for sure,
I wish I could write like E.A. Poe.*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
*I did not see your final smile
I did not hear your final breath
I did not feel your final kiss
I did not hug you one last time
I did not know death called your name
I did not know why you had to go
I did not, could not, understand
I did not know I'd missed our last goodbye.*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
If I were nervous, would you reassure me?
If I were scared, would you comfort me?
If I were angry, would you calm me?
If I were lonely, would you sit with me?
If I told you my fears, would you understand me?
If I were struggling with my demons, would you fight them with me?
If I were standing on the edge, would you hold me?
If I were screaming out for help, would you hear me?
If I hid behind a smile, would you care for me?
If I told you I needed help, would you be there for me?
If I was no longer here, would you miss me?
When I was nervous, nobody reassured me,
When I was scared, nobody comforted me,
When I was angry, nobody calmed me,
When I was lonely, nobody sat with me,
When I spoke of my fears, nobody understood me,
When I struggled with my demons, nobody fought for me,
When I stood out on the edge, nobody held me,
When I screamed out for help, nobody heard me,
When I hid behind a smile, nobody cared for me,
When I said I needed help, nobody was there for me,
When I was no longer around, nobody missed me.
As I sit and ponder life,
All it's troubles, all it's strife,
On social media I see the posts,
If in need, we're willing hosts,
But is it true? Let's wait and see,
If I need you, are you there for me?
Cinco Espiritus Creation
11/07/18
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
People state that I'm an
Enigma
*A badge of honour
Or*
Social Stigma?
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:59 AM UTC
*Life may not have gone the way you planned,
It's not bad luck, mere lie of land,
Wherever you look, woe's all you see,
Discerning faces suggest "It's meant to be",
Ignorant to events, even on the next street,
Concerned only about the world at their feet,
If you believe that this isn't right,
Then now's the time to stand and fight,
To make a difference,
You have to be the difference.*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
*Follow my heart?
Or follow my head?
A brand new start?
Or emotionally dead?
A person of warmth has cast a spell,
Enchanting eyes, a captivating smile,
Take a chance? Or let it dwell?
The chance I've awaited for quite a while.
The pains of past, cloud my thought,
Fear of pain, fear of hurt,
Thoughts of her, my breath grows short,
But bygone failures, their doubts, exert.
Should I do this? Should I do that?
Will I do right? Or Will I do wrong?
I'm sick of loneliness, and feeling flat,
Tight in her arms, I feel I belong.
It seems when we chat, I'm finally me,
No mask interferes with the person revealed,
But out in the open, is that meant to be?
Or am I just safer with the real me concealed?*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
*With hypnotic eyes,
So worldly wise,
Soft, mellow sighs,
Giving me butterflies,
Stirring emotional exercise.
Longing for, unwise,
Lonely hearts agonise,
Empty souls realise,
Empathic friends sympathise,
Single nights demoralise.*
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
*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
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
A stubborn old man, I may well be,
A blinkered old fool, could well be me,
Opinions as deep rooted as ancient tree,
But are they right? I'll wait and see!
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
*Yes there are sharks in our oceans, and sharks in our seas,
Just as cars on our roads, and leaves on our trees,
Same as spiders in webs, and birds in the sky,
It is the way of the world and no need to ask why?
There's no need to panic, and no need to fear,
If you swim in the water, there's a chance they'll come near,
If you don't want to risk it, for fear of attack,
Then stay on the beach, with the sun on your back.
It's really quite simple, there's not much to say,
Tho many won't listen, as I hold no sway,
But if you like to go play on the waves in the surf,
Just one note of caution, "You're entering THEIR turf"!!!*
**Cinco Espiritus Creation
July 2017**
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
With colourful words on paper I paint,
Creating images, some bleak, some quaint,
The source eternal, the well of my soul,
To ease other's burden, my wordly goal.
If what I share, can ease your pain,
Then comfort from words, we both shall gain,
Pains shared by one, can help cure two,
So share my words, my gift to you.
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
*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
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
Society today
Addicted to vanity
Society today
Cursed with insanity
Society today
Littered with profanity
Society today
Has no humanity.
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC