"pearce" poems
*inspired by the performances of Maxine Pearce & Nico Mirallegro in BBC1's The Village,
this is from the point of view of a mother to a son who has to go to war*
01.20am, 30/4/13
Wherever life may send you
However far away
May light beings befriend you
Angels, to light your way
Four angels for protection
To guard the path ahead
Three more for introspection
To drive out fear and dread
May archangels placate you
And sanctify your dreams
May love illuminate you
However dark life seems.
Wingbeating high above you
To guide you on your way
The angels and I love you
A little more each day.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
A scholar to change the human view
to make sense of twas, thou and than.
either shouting in the street through a mask
or preaching through the screen to those still ignorant.
Maybe a congressman to strike at the heart,
to burst from within scattered in gore and gold.
or just one more journalist,
one more stab at the sour core.
the flag bearer will fall time and time again
Brown,
Snowden,
Hammond.
they are not martyrs, they are victors,
the idea will never die with you
carry your flag through the hail of arrogance and evil,
through the fog of the ignorance and hate,
till you pearce the blackened heart,
and the last thing they'll see is your rosy cheeks.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Like a butterfly,
my heart flies away
to a place afar
where only emotions exist;
a place where love has kissed
The fragrance of its feelings
is sweet like the nectar of dew
on blades of grass new
just after Springs' first rain;
a taste that lingers
time and again
You sing me a love song
with the poetry you write
and your eyes pearce my heart
with the words you say
Even the birds can't help but sway
Like a butterfly,
my heart does fly away
to a place afar
with the words of our love song
~ Priya 3/20/15
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
Every tear I shall collect,
But not one shall taint
The earth.
For I will mould every shard
In vengeance
of emotion.
And when enough pain
is forged cold.
The blade frozen in segments
Of woeful agony,
Then I shall pearce you deeply,
So you feel the coldness
Of every tear descending down
Tarnished cheeks.
And know that pain saved,
Has a price worse that what
Was dealt before.
Because tears have a price,
Are you doing to pay...
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
"Are you a paranoid schizophrenic?"
"No."
"Certainly."
"Who's asking?"
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
They say actions speak louder than words, if so,
Why do they pearce though the skin like a sharp knife all the way to my heart?
Why isn't there any effective medication to help me heal, to help me forget.
I may resolt to alcohol or get high now and then to drown my pain,
but we know what's high gotta come down,
And as I get lower and the alcohol departs my body, so does the pain return
I remember having a bad accident when I was 8 years old, very big painful scar on my face.
Pain was both physical and emotional
But looking at me now, I forgot I ever had one
It healed
**** this hurts like hell,
Pardon for I don't really know what Hell looks like, or how Hell feels,
But if there was ever a way to describe hell, it surely would be the way I feel now
For now, I'm letting go,
Pain can't hold me hostage no more
You got no hold on me no more
I'm setting myself free..
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC