Thursday, 31 March 2011

Walking the line

Try as I might,
I cannot contain,
this beautiful, but,
agonizing pain,

I try to separate,
light from dark,
I keep the boundaries,
black ink sharp,

Yet with each and every,
exquisite word play,
the pen cuts deeper,
into my heart.

Do you remember?

She wanders on, beyond the realms of visual,
seeking further within, letting imagination flow,
leaving body to rest, swimming gently.
Where are you taking me? She asked the white rabbit curiously,
never stopping to think, why him, why me?
Just follow, she does blindly,
The hole was small, but tunnel large,
they moved with ease, passed the roots and stones,
further underground, the air cool there,
damp soil starts to change, colours glow, faint at first,
then growing to spectacular rainbow splash!
Oh she said, I would never have known,
the rabbit smiled once more, he had a cheeky grin,
you have been here before my dear, I lead you in your dreams,
really?, she said, puzzled, she couldn't recall,
seeing such beautiful colours before, he took her hand,
in his soft paw, deceptive in innocence, come on,
down further, he implored, as the rocks gave way,
they fell softly, through golden clouds,
within an indigo sky, she giggled feeling suddenly shy,
what is this world you bring me to? She asked,
he looked surprised, you should know my dear,
you created it all, for me,
I did, she said, trying to remember, such a monumental feat.
Are you sure, are you not the sculptor of it all, he grinned, not at all,
Finally, they landed, gently on their feet, on soft blue grass,
warmed by scarlet sun, shall we dance, he offered,
a hint of a smile crossed her face, why Mr Rabbit, I would be honoured!
Shall we invite all the little birds as well?
Of course he replied, I will dance with all,
who want to, that is, the girls of course,
as she took his paw once more, the music came from nowhere,
they lost themselves in the beat, dancing fast, and slow,
moving in time to the rhythm, creating rainbows, of butterflies escaping their feet,
Feeling the heat, she started to tire, eventually,
he suggested a swim in the river, glistening a ludicrously vivid pink,
she could think of nothing better, both jumping in together,
laughing at the coolness of the water, he watched her recover herself composure,
Are you enjoying yourself, he asked casually,
of course, she replied, light shining in her eyes, what is there not to like here,
He got immense satisfaction, knowing she was happy,
he leaped up once more, lets go see the dragon trainer!
Who is he, said she wary,
he is a great friend of mine, you brought him here too,
remember, try as she might, no memory came to her,
let's visit him then, she cried, racing ahead, he caught her up easily,
see you know the way already, he teased her,
laughing more, they ran on hand in paw,
They knew they were approaching his home, when rocks surrounded them,
shining with every colour, glittering their magic allure
started to sing a crystalline tune, high and piercing, yet sweet,
she looked, and saw him, clothed in emerald cloak, he smiled,
and said welcome back my dear, what did you bring him for, with a hidden wink.
The white rabbit bristled a little, she had forgotten how
He said, I thought I'd remind her.
Calm little rabbit, said he,
she would not have come any other way, anyone for tea?
Oh tea would be lovely, said she, come on please,
she smiled at the rabbit, oh alright then, said he, winking back at he,
mind your step, he said, I have left some eggs, somewhere,
little draglets played with chickens, like children on the floor,
oh she said, I have never seen pastel green dragons before,
that is because you left awhile, they have seen you, never fear,
after tea, reluctantly, she knew the time had come,
dear rabbit, she looked at him, holding back her tears,
I know its time to leave, but will you walk me to the door,
once more she pleaded,
he looked at her shining eyes, and felt her pain,
of course I will dear one, just come again soon,
nothing would please me more, than to return here,
but will you be waiting for me, that is the question,
he smiled, I am a busy one, but knock upon my door,
and if free, I will happily play with thee,
she knew this was the best he had to offer, so smiling bravely,
she hugged the dragon trainer goodbye, and out towards the purple sky,
they walked side by side,
you are starting to remember, he enquired, yes she replied,
it has been fun though, wouldn't you agree,
they hugged at the door, she kissed him on the cheek,
thanks dear friend, take care out there, outside this world of mine,
he grinned once more, and ran off skipping,
she opened her eyes, had she really dreamt it all,
just then the birds started twittering out side of her window,
she smiles, I wonder what today has in store for me?

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Mind's eye - (Inspired by Roger Allen Baut's picture)


Reflection draws the eye,
a shining point of white light,
surrounded, by silver grey,
glittering sharp above,
rippled blue and watermark,
focus smudges behind,
leading on to sparkling touches,
no horizon, a watery feel, for sure,

Opening my mind,

I see cats eyes, looking at me,
rail tracks of blue, painted carelessly,
a world revealed, quartz topped mountains,
rising above, a sea of ink and blue cloud,
hiding its inhabitants, from our prying eyes.

(Posted for One Shot Sunday - A Poetry Challenge)

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Fear not

Storm is raging, just beyond the edge, calm has now descended, here where I stand, my land, people of choice, hear my voice, mindwind,

whispering softly now, gently lifting leaves, hear me, feel me breathe, my heart beats slow once more, not keeping score, happy,

Freed from Iron bars, holding fast, pain that lasts, sweet release, what bliss is this, we smile and know, all is well for now,

When storm comes full circle, hitting with tremendous force, holding on to knowledge, safe in the hearts, of precious few, anchor now,

Trust and faith, well placed, helps ride the storm, with pride and grace, pure pleasure then, like gazing on a unicorn.

Friday, 25 March 2011

Wicked

The wild and wicked, welsh dragoness,
loved tempting young men to their death,
it was the highlight of her day,
made up for all that blinking rain,

her burlesque beauty, was renowned,
known about, for miles around,
but with a flick of golden claw,
the amorous end up no more,

Her fiery kiss, rarely missed,
its target once selected, it made for light,
barbecue bites, should she be offended,

Her lusty look so strong, one young draglett,
did escape, fleeing across the boarder,
seduced by an angel, he liked to call Nigella,

Though her life was full of fun,
she craved to meet the only one,
he who could tame the beast,
not end up part of the feast,

the mystic man from darkest Yorkshire,
escaped only by the thinnest whisker,
trained dragon master thou he was,
he had not bargained on a keeper,

when Gorgeous George, came striding in,
she laughed aloud, at very thought,
how could he, resist her smile,
he'd be the first, for awhile,

But with his honeyed, foreign accent,
and disarmingly, charming, smile,
he made an offer, she just couldn't resist,
said, come research with me a while.


( written for a lovely Welsh Poetess - Shan )

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Silent Stepmonster (what is never said)

She's not my MOTHER! such a little statement, such a simple fact. Did you ever stop to think, that I already know that. Don't you think I might of noticed after all this time, then maybe if you were mine, would everything be fine?

Love is a powerful emotion, as I'm sure you now agree, but when did I sign up, for you to assign the blame on me? Was I the one who shattered your fairytale childhood, NO, I was just the next best punch bag, for your screwed up loss.

I'm really very sorry, it didn't happen how you wanted, but damn it, I did all I could to try and make you happy! So sorry that my attempts to help, aggrieved you so very much, maybe if I'd lied, or somehow let you down, would you then have felt, a little more in touch?

So ladies listen please, if you should start to fall, don't be fooled to thinking, his children can't hurt you at all, I would not suggest, that you turn and run, but please accept, you may become, a Stepmonster at some time.

Monday, 21 March 2011

Amuse me please

restlessly waiting, drawn like a moth,
to the flames, craving kindred soul,

you were not there, in the beginning, yet,
seem like furniture, within my mind,

I offered, to show you, my dark side,
but, you were already there,

tendrils of my soul, intertwine,
in my mind view, when I think of you,

where once I was torn, now I stretch,
fitting you in, still burning my skin,

achingly attached, invisible thread holds fast,
my muse teases my soul,

Still, he makes me wait,

touched by genius, tempered by sorrow,
shaped by hardship, driven by epithany,

reflected by my eyes,

caught in the moment, soul spilling,
secret scarlett, my muse's smile formed,

flattering me, gentle words, mixed
with laughter, inspires me more,

suddenly, the mirror shook, sensing,
maybe, too many words said,

her scarlett flowed out, touching, mingling,
curling around, dancing with gold, green and purple,

slowing now, floating gently down, touching ground,
tentatively, all good things, have a beginning and an end,

Stolen once more, her passionate escape,
please return it, when your finished,

a living walking contradiction, howling at the moon,
she saw her reflection, once more,

something hidden still, she wonders what, why does it hide,
she has show her all, maybe foolishly,

his laughter, hauntingly, echos still,

touched by powers, known not, affected by feel,
ripped from moorings, set adrift in the stream,

confused, yet certain, this is no dream,

cruel twist of fate, or heaven's gate, soul flooded with light,
then turns to night, seconds pass like hours, waiting for you,

does he know,

to drink the sweet soul nectar, would be a treat worth trying for,
but I am not yet worth that dying thought, on your lips,

She looks once more, through the mirror, seeing the angel, behind,
shining bright, she turns once again, into the darkness, her night,

although his parting dims my sky, washing colour from my eyes,
up from the horizon comes, he who is my sun.

(Posted for Oneshotwednesday)

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Poetry please

I feel the desperate craving,
creeping through my veins,
aching from my insides,
consuming me, beyond saving,

irrational, as it really is,
I have to have my fix,
or suffer slowly in silence,
for such a crime as this,

Left too long I start to shake,
talking to myself, chiding,
laughing at the little thoughts,
my body braced, against its make,

No needles are required,
for my choice, my obsession,
cooked up within my mind,
for only you can fire, my imagination.

Smokestack strikes

Rhythm washing over me,
feeling the beat rise,
light tap on drums skins,
matching bass's deep, lasting tones,
I am rinsed in blues,

swaying softly, relaxation flows,
pace drops, slowing down,
deep, lustful, bass notes,
accompany, his growling moan,
blue haze surrounds,

Harmonica, sharp yet sweet,
quick steps, dancing in time,
sounds of the train line,
he sings, higher now,
a lighter shade of blue,

Light dims, within the mind,
slide caresses, strings on guitar,
slower, even, than before,
organ whispers, behind,
his soulful, blue soaked words.


Inspired by listening to http://www.smokestack.co.uk/index.html
but also worth reading while listening to Howlin' Wolf Smokestack Lightning  Thanks Peter :)

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Through the Mirror gets reflected on its first day

With grateful thanks to Onestoppoetry (this will be my 10th poem post in an e-magazine, since The Linnet started)

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Through the Mirror (oneshotwednesday)

She is his moon, exquisite beauty,
flawless form, holding on,
with the lightest of touches,
to his gravity, she shines, even in daytime,

He is her Sun, radiant, loving her,
beyond measure, spreading warmth,
he lights her way, king of her day,
she shines within his sky, 

Worlds apart, so far, and yet, near,
under the same stratosphere,
they appear as stars, in the inky black,
of their dark sides, night,

His reach is long, far more,
than his comprehension, she feels him like a kiss,
on her eyelids, with ice cold firelight,
his gift, more than, his words

So at the outer edge, they meet,
in the middle,
touching fingertips, through the mirror,
his light, dancing in her reflection,

Celestial bodies, separated,
divine within, their own realities,
meet clandestine, in the night,
in the dreams, of each others fantasy.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Scent of winter blue

fluorescent light gives plastic feel,
depressant to the summer highs,
incessant cold and grey skies,
quiescent in our best laid plans,
suppressant required for comfort now,
tumescent feeling holds us down,
adolescent almost in irritation,
evanescent to pass if sunlight shows,
luminescent signs of fireflies,
effervescent joy bubbles forth,
incandescent now as heart warms,
iridescent flashes of rainbows show,
crescent moon salutes spring's smile.

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Friday, 11 March 2011

Humanity’s profanity

Social conscious pricked,
By devastation wrought,
Upon our brothers out east,
Within the ring of fire,
Destruction brought by earth’s twitch,
Swept away by dirty flood,

Libya wake up,
You have the chance to dictate,
Your own fate,
Not like poor Japan,
For all the atrocities man can bestow,
Know, that with a flick of her wrist,
Nature will pale this into insignificance,

Gaddafi! Yes, I’m talking to you,
You have had your score in ten,
Release your men, from the task,
Killing their mothers, fathers, brothers,
These are your people,
You claim to love,
The world’s eyes are open now,

Libya lay down your weapons and talk,
Your cry for freedom has been heard,
Will the world powers listen?
God I hope and pray so,
For my heart is torn,
At the profanity that is war,
When compassion is needed,
Focus required on the terrible fate,
nature’s cycle has caused.

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Savour the moment

As evening slips slowing into night,
a little rushed they leave the house,
slowly anticipation takes hold,
both feel that special time of old,

the re-ignited smiles, and familiar touch,
conversation flows back and forth,
he appreciates her curves,
hidden beneath cloth,
she melts once more,
into his dark brown eyes,

savouring far more than taste,
appreciating sharing space,
stealing the occasional kiss,
planning adventures, sun soaked fun,
dreaming of summer, still to come,

sipping slowly the last drop,
from her now empty wine glass,
reflecting on meals of the past,
the happiness seeped deep,
as they wander home to sleep.

Behind closed doors is revealed

With grateful thanks

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Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Behind Closed Doors gets a mention

With grateful thanks :)

http://paper.li/meilbheag/~list?tag=%23poem

Majestic moment - (Tanka)

Swan graces water

like a visiting queen bee


casting eyes around


she sees within me the scene

sensing my admiration

Behind closed doors

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The public face smiles, for the world to see,
but behind closed doors, it was only you and me,
It always caught me by surprise, I don’t know why,
Something simple, something small,
not worthy of mention at all,
yet as the air charged, with your frustration red,
the sense of panic would set in, bringing aching dread,
desperation, frantic searching, to recover calm,
I watched the scene played from above,
Like a movie in slow motion, it was never love.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Early morning swans - (Gogyohka)


Gracefully they glide ~ across shining water ~ sun strong ~ battles frosty mist ~ swans pay me audience

Sunday, 6 March 2011

Sand bay point

Sun burnishing water,
shimmering golden,
flats stretch for miles,
mud marked by water,
carved,
like fingers drawn through clay,
jutting rocks,
blackened,
weathered,
tempered by the storms,
now sit proud above,
the gentle calm today.

Sand bay - (Tanka)


Serene smile of gold

Glinting off each fold in mud


Water drawn far back


Gentle pattern rippling

carries the eyes far beyond

(Picture by kind permission of Mr N Baker - Frozen in Time images)

Friday, 4 March 2011

Life's Tapestry

When she was very small,
timid as a mouse,
told to speak up,
stand up for yourself,

be your own person,
stand your own ground,
be proud of what your are,
enjoy your childhood charms,

they didn't explain,
no warning given,
of the harsh realities,
that would cut her vision,

confusion in her eyes,
clouding her happy smile,
not wishing to be the best,
just to fit in with all the rest,

Parents felt so helpless,
watching confidence wilt,
efforts to save her failed,
just adding to her guilt,

moving on she thought,
new people, fresh start,
but demons carried in her,
corroded the clean heart,

infatuation dressed as love,
stole her precious innocence,
so trapped within self built cage,
he tortured her teenage existence,

up stepped time, the ever healer,
arrived to save the day,
she found the key, flew away,
up to the hills she knew,

angels came to stay awhile,
but far too soon they left,
alone again once more,
wandered in the darkness,

touched by passion,
yearning for love,
she walked the path,
of broken hearts,

looking for her prince,
with white picket fence,
naive with little defence,
she soon became jaded,

Escaping from the clutches,
Abuse hidden by madness,
returning to the nest again,
discovering life re-invented,

Dancing with her sisters,
Glowing live independence,
she found the world, a better place,
than she ever could imagine,

Then that day arrived,
a knock upon the door,
looking up into a face,
she had not seen before,

His softly spoken words,
enchanted all who heard,
but his heart was sold,
to that little songbird.

My Rock rolled on!


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Settling - (Tanka)

Frosty morning light

cold bites her lips playfully


breath like dragons smoke


forest burns within her eyes

walking in the morning sun

In bloom - (Tanka)

Hazy sun gilds skin

warmth gathered in


flowers paint her hair


sun stays late like lovers kiss

dancing with her soft caress

Awakening - (Tanka)

Whispering she felt

among the trees slumbering


cycle comes full turn


a slow rise not a sudden spark

life emerges dressed in green

Thursday, 3 March 2011

My Rock

You are my solid rock,
my anchor held stead fast,
against the tide of angst,
I marvel at your strength.

we stood together in the rain,
holding hands and faced the pain,
gripped hold as rejection bit,
cried together as our hearts bled,

And when my world,
came crashing down,
you carried me in your arms,
then showed me I was home,

You lit a torch, then I lit mine,
still burning, that united flame,
love beyond a simple feeling,

You are the best of my life,
your name stamped on my soul,
you are the only reason,
that I would wish to grow old,

I gave my all for yours,
my sacrifice not forgot,
My dignity held aloft,
Justified by your truth and love.

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

From the ashes

Phoenix rebirth in fire,
comes a stronger day,
forged from the furnace,
of friendship embrace,

lifted on thermals,
emanating from heart,
soaring understanding,
wings spread apart,

flight path forming,
destination compassion,
conditions are calming,
confidence in view.

Upside down falls off the blog..

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Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Upside down

Caught by surprise, winded by force,
a slap in the face, tripped up,
knocked down, when my guard wasn't up,

shock kicking in, then comes shivering,
tears start to fall, like so many before,

why do this now, please don't start,
can't fall apart, gone so far beyond,
one slip, is that it, gone,

Flooded now, memories, rip holes,
like swords, inside, cannot hide,
must survive,

yearning for calm, tranquility gone,
love hurts, so much more,
than hate, ever can.

I know it will pass, but tunnel is long,
where is the light, dark hound, be gone.

Must keep the face, not the time to release,
hold on, just, hold on.