Digging Revealing Dirt covered trinkets And broken chances Uncovered And unbecoming Times and treasures Broken and beguiling Coming to light And dark And overwhelming All sense Some treasures Are better off Buried For more Poetry, click here. For more of … Continue reading Treasure. A poem.
This canvass Multicoloured Black and white Upon which I paint And scrawl and scratch A history Wrong and right A silver cord Of destiny That paints me Into a corner And yet free As summer sun and winter night For … Continue reading Canvass. A poem.
When enough is said And it’s never enough But just enough To matter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Enough. A poem.
Sometimes, I remember you: The time, the place. Wrapped up in whimsy, In solace and solitude. All left behind In an unforgiving instant, Bereft and bellicose, Yet screaming for more. Sometimes, I remember you: But hindsight And familiarity Don’t always … Continue reading Gameshow. A poem.
What place is there For one with values In a world that values All things valueless For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or … Continue reading What Place? A poem.
Pain in body, heart and everlasting soul Amplified by every tale of hurt and loss and woe Pain that fights and tears and breaks a good man’s heart Until there’s nothing left from which to start Pain that shapes the … Continue reading The Turning Wheel. A poem.
These proprietary feelings Wrapped up and bowing out Sweeping across the space between Like tumbleweeds on a dusty street No claim to stake, all sight unseen No provision in this contract Just proprietary feelings And the thought of you and … Continue reading Proprietary. A poem.
I look out on the world And this is what I see Hatred, isolation No lands of the free Racism, extremism division shore to sea Religion not religion Corruption on high Intolerance and power In a man full of lies … Continue reading Believe. A poem.
Drawn 2 your flame 2 ashes reduced 2 rise again 2 return & burn Drawn 2 this fate For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The … Continue reading Drawn 2. A poem.
You went away Journeyed far Through flaxen fields And bauxite dust History replayed Without rewind moments A tenseness between Interspersed with Rear view lightness And sanitised propriety A photographic record Of colours and hues Revealing the distance You’ve come and … Continue reading Back. A poem.
I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Here’s both, all in one. Steve 🙂 Mural. A poem. Rippled reflection An imperfect memory Casting its gaze Upon the flocks below An endearing shepherd Without judgement Or recourse Offering … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Mural
I slowly turn each page And every emblazoned word That lights the air In a breathtaking display Could not be any more Resplendent than it is These are my words And whether kind or cruel Winsome or fulsome They are … Continue reading A Writer’s Prayer. A poem.
I remember your embrace Enfolded and ensured Encapsulating all and nothing Bittersweet and banked upon Softly sweet and silky smooth And as fettered and lasting As a dream I remember your embrace And the downy remorse That feathers every memory … Continue reading Embrace. A poem.
Sometimes, I feel old. I feel the weight of years And the stress and strain Of injuries and tears That make it hard to lift Myself from bed. It hits me, awkwardly, When I’m lifting a box Or philosophising alone, … Continue reading Sometimes. A poem.
My prayer is for today And yesterday and tomorrow, For every lost soul counting time, Standing rooted to the spot. Perhaps one day you’ll learn To get on the road And into the headlights Of a truckload of realisation, That … Continue reading My Prayer. A poem.
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