"glynn" poems
(for Glynn)
Singing breeze
Singing breeze
Carrying nothing
Kissed by sunlight
Carry my wishes
Scatter my troubles
Leave the grey highway
Slip through the forest
Birch and pine
Needle and catkin
Shutting the sky out
Speckles of sunlight
Evening sky
How many colours
How many colours
Woodsmoke and silence
Unsleeping river
Silence and river
Wanting to share this
Beautifully lonely
Only I saw it
Only I held it
Stop this stone rolling
Let the moss gather
Living as leaf-fall
Living as boulder
Keener than snowmelt
Fuller than August
Cradle of tree roots
Mantle of mountain
Granite horizon
Breezes will soothe you
Whispering breezes
Will you be listening
Do you hear singing
Do you hear forests
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
I love you babes, no hard feeling about the last poem.
Just a laugh, anyway how's your mum and gordan? Are they eating sausage sandwiches at the moment?
Love From Howard **
Lol jokesy names Howard ***
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 12:55 PM UTC
All the kings men,
Cannot put me together again,
Rebuild my heart from new,
That is only for you to do.
All the kings men,
Cannot help me to love again,
When i want to love, too much,
I only want to feel your touch.
All the kings men,
Will not stop me again,
To escape from this ****** wall,
I need you to help me when i fall.
a poem by Christopher Glynn John Smith 20 n0v 2009
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 4:44 AM UTC
Scratching through the pictures
Of a life he left for dead
Venomous the rhetoric
That runs around his head
Doomed to live in circles
Oh, his aching spine
Bitter Glynn Capacity
Limps the line
Complexion of a heart attack
The waistline of a barge
The bottle always empty
And the portion extra large
Panting on the staircase
Leaning on the rail
Wheezing Glynn Capacity
Looks quite pale
Rattling the cutlery
Quivering the hands
Addled by his impotence
No one understands
Deathly are the beads of sweat
Converging on his brow
Broken Glynn Capacity
Not long now
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC