My Poems

Those Four Words

Those four words, those four words

Cut through my heart like a knife through warm butter

Leaving a gaping chasm

Now I stand, soulless and heart-broken

And although in pain, nothing can pain me no more

Those four words, those four words

Shredded my heart like scissors through paper

They scattered the pieces far

Now I stand, a dark and empty corpse

And although in pain, nothing can pain me no more.

Those four words, those four words

Cut through my heart like a knife through warm butter

And lifeless I lay; until that same blade does mend me.

You- Like Nothing Else

Your smile like the sun

Burning down into darkness

Your song like the birds

Singing their beautiful melody

Your movement like the waves

Swishing with elegance and peace.

You- Like Nothing Else

Radiant and Captivating

“I read this and envision a man totally captivated by the woman he loves……..beautiful!”- Kim

“Lovely. Just beautiful.” – RL King

Shining Axe Poem

I wander through the wild wood-land

Where the great oak trees stand

 

As the trees dance and swing

The gentle wind does calmly sing

Its beautiful song of peace

But then suddenly; the tune does cease

Something is terribly wrong

In the forest, strong

Here come men into the land

Shining axes in each hand

With their axes they chop and thump

Until every tree becomes a stump

And as the trees do crack and splinter

They leave the wood like a heath in winter

 

I stagger through the naked wood

Where the great oak trees stood.

 Lair of the Villains

 Deep in the Villains secret lair

Pitch black ‘cept the lanterns do flare

Passageways that seem never-ending

Paths twisting and bending -

Into the farthest room

Where the villains do loom

With their gun and their sack

Planning their moves round their table of black

The secret lair of a criminal

Where crime is commonplace and light is minimal.

Mountains Poem

Marvellous, still snow topped mountain, steep

Over the moon, to the top- the fluffy sheep

Unique mountain, standing tall

Never falling, stronger than all

To rain, no, never warm, only cold

Anything will fall against it, majestic and bold

In the sky, in the flock

Never falling, solid rock

Crystalline Being

C    atching the eyes of its keepers with

R    ibbons of blue glittering light.

Y     ea, such beautiful crystalline beings;

S     abre-sharp, fine.

T    winkling like a torch in the

A    byssal caves under the crust of our

L    and. Transparent beauty-

S     abre-sharp, fine.

Desert Island

To a desert island

S’where we float

Explore then return to the…

Ummm… where’s the boat!?

 Smoothie Poem

Smoothie, a shade of berry pink

It’s so delicious, a lovely drink

Sprinkled with cinnamon, topped with cream,

You couldn’t find a better drink in your dreams!

Smoothie Poem 2.0

Smoothie, a shade of berry pink

It’s so delicious, a lovely drink

Sprinkled with cinnamon, topped with cream,

It’s a refreshing fruity, sugary dream

Owl

O    h, how elegant

W   ise, mysterious. Such a

L     ethal hunter

 

Shining Guardian

Vicious, beautiful

The guardian of the night

Fly- twilight hunter

Nocturnal Magic

Silent, glowing white

So beautiful and wise

Nocturnal magic

Winter

W     histling winds sweep across the lands

I     ce cold hail, bitter blizzards

N    asty Frostbite. Freezing cold.

T     emperatures drop. Footprints

E     tched into the snow

R     ivers freeze over. The wind whispers- winter

Fractured Bone Poem

Fracture crack

Fracture bend

Fracture crack

Fracture mend

Fracture bend, mend, crack

Fracture crack, bend, mend

Fracture bone

Fracture clicks

Fracture bone

Fracture fix

Fracture click, fix, bone

Fracture bone, clicks, fix

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“Wow.
How so few words can illicit emotion.
Very nice.” – Di

Snow Leopard Poem

A hillock of white

Like the snow beneath it’s paws

The leopard pounces

Bravo, Tsavo

Out of bed at 6 o’clock

Into the park, to Mudanda Rock

The presence of the famed “Big Five”

Keeping the dull plains alive

Driving through to Tsavo West

For scenery it is the best

Down the road, past glittering lakes

Looking out over mountainous scapes

Moving with colour from a thousand birds

… And partly because of the elephant herds!

Back to the lodge. Getting late…

But I’ll be back ‘cos Tsavo’s great!

Barmy Boys 

Silly Sammy Strew Spaghetti

Crazy Chris Chomped Confetti

Witless, Dippy

Insane, Dizzy

These barmy boys are keeping busy!

The Ligical Collymob

The ligical Collymob

With its twireling tail

Snitchering through the slob

Every human bewail

The ligical Collymob

Wondrous Stars

Like pearls on the galaxy’s pelt of lace

Like sparkling swans flying high

Like burning torches in the dark void of space

Lurking in the shadow, the masters of grace

You sit so far out of reach. Why?

Like pearls on the galaxy’s pelt of lace

To my eye you’re but a zag on the sky’s face

Shooting star, I wish only you were not so shy

Like burning torches in the dark void of space

Making the purple fields a wondrous place

Golden rain falling from the sky

Like pearls on the galaxy’s pelt of lace

What noise do you make? Like cymbal? Like bass?

Do you talk? Do you laugh? Do you, like me, sigh?

Like burning torches in the dark void of space

The study of astrology is such a beautiful case

Maybe one day you’ll visit… when you’re passing by?

Like pearls on the galaxy’s pelt of lace…

Like burning torches in the dark void of space.

Wenda and the Vendor

There was a young lady named Wenda/

Who sang while buying from a vendor/

The glass cracked and smashed/

Down the contents crashed/

And the towers of Pepsi did end ‘er/

 

The Fallen Rose

The dark raven swoops

To rip the beautiful rose

From its once firm stem

-

And as it passes

Tears deep into its

Valiant Lupin’s blue, blue buds

With devastating talons

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“Very Edgar Allan Poe-ish. Love it!” – The Baldwin Poet

The Sword of Blood

Below the golden fields of rye

Through the caves as black as a starless night

In the fiery core the sword does lie

The sword which can any lands smite

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The sword of fury, blood and war

Not made for the sheath of just any knight…

To feed it’s hunger with death and gore

Only the darkest souls this sword unites

-

Who’d have thought such a beautiful blade

Could such seeds of destruction sew

Such horror could not be portrayed

Oh, the actions of this hostile crow

-

And in an ink black sheath of rye

The mythical sword of blood does lie

Rains Of Love

Soft and beautiful birdsong fills the air

Flowers climb towards the rising sun

Burn brightly as they absorb…

The rains of love

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“A very nice piece. You captured the feel of Spring perfectly”  – Lady Valor

The Winged Child

Oh, it is like my heart

Has been set free

From its cage of white

To skip across

The red, red fields of passion

So vulnerable to the golden arrows

Of the winged child

Bleeding Heart

My scarred heart

Bleeds and bleeds…

It bleeds and bleeds

Through fresh wounds

It bleeds and bleeds

For a beautiful vision

It bleeds and bleeds

For a world…

… that could not be

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“I LOVE this! It’s powerful and interesting!” – Authors Paradise

Angel Of Fire

Soft and beautiful notes

Present the golden morn.

Over the horizon

The sun does ascend.

A new day is born!

-

Majestic mountains

Do their icy caps shed.

Tulips open

To lap up the sunlight

Flashing their petals of red.

-

Rising higher

Into the black,

Like a lunging tiger

Protecting…

It’s beloved pack!

-

Oh, the sun’s magical light

Let us admire.

Yielding…

Such a beautiful crop!

An angel of fire!

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A poem reflecting life in every verse. – Harbans

An Ode To Peanut Butter

In the corner of the dark, dark pantry

Lies the jar. Glowing bright

In the shadows of the looming shelves

Sitting. So innocent. Calling.

Shooting waves of temptation

Pulsing, growing, as it tilts towards you.

Drones “Resistance is futile”

Oozing into your thoughts…

Oozing into your bowl

Peanut Satay; the pure streams of heaven

Flowing through the centre of a date

Soothing, it touches your hungry lips

Like fresh rain trickling onto a flower’s buds

As you close your eyes you seem to float

Like a cloud… drifting through the pure streams of heaven.

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“Poetic Perfection” - The Sadder But Wiser Girl

Wolf Howl

An icy mist falls

The full moon

Rises above

Silhouetted hills.

From far off comes

A lone wolf howl…

Blood runs cold!

Scars

On I trudge,

Unflinching

Though whips sear

My bloodied flanks

Like boas

Slashing

At fallen prey

I gaze at the stars,

Unblinking

Though whips add

To my flank of scars

Like lightning

striking

A dying tree

Sometimes

“Leave!” I say.

My words sting my dry lips

I never knew of one,

Who broke his own heart

But sometimes…

One must do evil

To do good!