PLEASE EXPLAIN?

(This is the first poem I ever wrote, at the tender age of 16yrs old…)   I am me, I am you but who am I?   What is my purpose, please tell me am I just surplus?   Where do I come from and where do I go, why don’t I know?   Say…

PLEASE EXPLAIN?(Pt. II)

I am me, it’s self-explained. My purpose in life, a tedious game. I came from within and I go where I must, my life will soon end as it started, in dust. Space is eternal and teeming with life but until its been proven, I’ll let you decide. Love is a feeling of warmth and…

BROTHER

One bright, sunny day, so many years ago, the angels brought him into our lives to warm us with his glow. Jolly as a jester on a mission to spread a smile, his warmth and charisma never failed to cross the miles. Endearing and beguiling, daring one and all to grin, with a twinkle in…

WORDS OF WONDER

A word on a line joined with many and more, a story to tell from behind a closed door. A line on a page and a paragraph to make, from a thoughtful sage to the ones who forsake. A page in a book telling tales short and tall, just have a quick look, hear the…

THE VOW

If you see a distant star in the evening sky and you shiver from the chill night air, yet you feel a warmth in the depth of your heart, then you know that I’m still there. When your tears have dried, the bed has grown cold and you’re feeling lost and adrift, when the days…

THE SOUND OF SILENCE

How sweet the sound of silence, like angels in my head. For so much more is heard, when little more is said. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 1st August 2018

THE NURTURING KNIFE

After my final curtain call when the stage lights dim, what will life hold to see, at the end of my show when the ink has dried, what will become of me? Clutching crumbling pen between trembling fingers of a shaky, uncertain hand, is that really my end; no more words to impart or silent…

THE LIONS ROAR

Northumberland to Newcastle and Cumbria’s lofty hills, Durham down through Cleveland, into Yorkshire’s misty dales. Across the lofty Pennines to Lancashire so fine, Cheshire, Staffs and Shropshire, the Severn lands align. Down into the Midlands, Leicester, Notts. and Brum, Derbyshire to Warwick, you can feel the heart-beat thrum. From Humberside and Lincolnshire, Northants and Norfolk…

THE LIE

How can a lie make the whole world cry, yet they claim there is nothing to see, where nefarious knaves and the covetous crave beneath covers so stealthily, free? No thought for the plebs as they weave dangerous webs in a world already complex, where the sins of the saints have done nothing but taint,…

THE JESTER

The Jester performs to a world full of tears, his mirthful attempt to allay the crowd’s fears. With jovial tones; a sweet serenade, a sharp-witted quip for the blushing maids. But what of the end of his long, lonely road, no whimsical smile, no-one out there to goad. When laughter runs out and The Jester…

THE GREENWOOD

Below a sky so bright and blue, in a sea of dancing green, twisting and turning in a sweet summer dream. The roar of whooshing waves through leaves of glistening verde, a sound so sweet; relaxing, never forgotten, once heard. The creak of bending branch stretching out with old complaint, the sigh of silent voices…

THE END OF THE DREAM

As the sun peeps out over misty morning hills and the dawn chorus calls with its piercing shrill, the demons of the night fade slowly to grey, with a sidelong glance at the few that got away. He rises and stretches and with sleepy eyes, breathes a sigh of relief and a laughing surprise. The…

THE BALLAD OF THE SILVER TAIL

She wore a silver dress stitched with finest silken thread, silver shoes and matching gloves and a tiara upon her head. She sat on the silver sheets of her soft and sumptuous bed wondering why she had to go when she could play outside instead These parties are all so dull she thought as she…

THE BALLAD OF THE SIGHING BEAR

In the deep dark woods lived a great brown bear, he was seven feet tall but the townsfolk didn’t care for although the bear was huge and had fangs and long sharp claws, all the people would make fun of him and point out his big flaw. Have you ever met a bear who had…

THE BALLAD OF THE SHOELESS HORSE

If you’ve ever seen a horse simply tip-toeing around, carefully trotting and yet making little sound, then it was probably Horace, a horse who had no shoes, trotting here and there with lots of ouch’s and oo’s! He tried to keep up with his friends on parade as a tip-toeing horse, what a spectacle he…

THE BALLAD OF THE QUACKING OWL

If you’re walking by the bushes at the end of the lane you may hear a little quack as the sun begins to wane. You may look for the water where the ducks might be, but there’s no-one in sight just the rustling of the leaves. Would you believe the quack that you heard was…

THE BALLAD OF THE NAUGHTY GLOW WORM

There lived a little glow worm whose his tail shone oh-so bright, you could often see him dancing on a warm summer night. But when it was time for bed or he needed a little rest, he’d turn off his bright tail light with a switch, beneath his vest. Gordon wasn’t a good boy, he…

THE BALLAD OF THE FRIGHTENED EAGLE

You’ll often see them running and chasing across the plains, a rabbit skipping and laughing at an eagle, in great pains. But why’s the eagle running, surely he can fly Sadly he’s afraid of heights and frightened he may die. An eagle that can’t fly, well surely that’s not right, it’s just like having an…

THE BALLAD OF THE ABSENT-MINDED MOUSE

I came upon a mouse running around my old house sniffing and twitching his nose, I asked how he was and looking rather cross said, “Not too bad, I suppose”. I asked what was wrong, could I help him along as he shuffled around in a ring, he said, “I’m not sure”, as he looked…

THE BALLAD OF TERENCE THE TORTOISE

My friend Terrence was a little happy soul, he didn’t need a kennel, nor a house or a hole. His home was a shell that he carried on his back, so that all he had to do was drop down on the track. Then he’d pull his head inside, followed by his legs and feet…

THE BALLAD OF PERCY THE PENGUIN

Percy the Penguin lived at the South Pole. With many good friends he would laugh and cajole. They would slip and slide and play in the snow, laughing and shouting and running to and fro. Percy was a happy lad with a great big caring heart but there was a little thing that sadly set…

SULLIED SANDS

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished in darkened rooms as eyes so black and hate stained hearts seek to tear the…

STAINED GLASS

On the mirror, he now turns his back, stumbling on his way, a far cry from the heady times; the smiles of yesterday. The tumbler in his hand now holds a halo of revolt, the stain and stagnant smell of yet another single malt. Glancing o’er his shoulder at the man within the frame, his…

SPREAD YOUR WINGS

Born into a world full of complex conditions, an ever changing tangled web of confusing contradictions. To live; to thrive; to barely survive oppressive commands from the central hive. When the ashes settle; when no chill breezes blow, only then can we discover our part in their one-sided show. In this game of life; this…

SPECTRE

Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it resents, a rage no mortal can perceive or prevent. The pulsing obsession of detached desire,…

SO TIRED

I’ve been quiet of late, the creaking hinges on the gate of my old rusting life are slowly stiffening and I’d be seriously surprised if anybody was still listening. The flickering flame on the candle my life once burning so bright, now disturbed by the breath of dreaded darkness creeping closer in the night. The ghosts…

SMILE

I remember a time when life was alive with magical mysteries and mirth in our eyes; when clouds were fluffy and brilliant white with planes soaring high and then out of sight. Innocence of mind and a happier soul as we played out with mates, we would fight and cajole, running around with abandon, so…

SHELL SHOCK

The whistle blows to sound the charge and over the top they bustle and barge, covered from head to toe in mud and soon tainted with flesh and blood. Up the ladder with slippery rungs, a scream of rage from terror filled lungs, adrenalin coursing through every vein with the fear of not coming back…

SHADOWS

The glint of steel, so sharp and smooth, beneath my fragile fingers. Delicate inlaid patterns reflect an afterimage that lingers. As a child I’d hide beneath cotton sheets feigning death, that I could deceive. Then risking a peep from beneath my shield, oh, how my poor young heart grieved For in the corner of my…

POOLS OF LOVE

Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean. Dive into the loving soul of one who gives their all and marvel at the feelings that are waiting…

FOR YOU

To gaze at the gleam in your deep loving eyes, across the heavens I’d soar, to find the brightest burning star to warm the sweet face I adore. To you, I would give the universe, entire, just to see the smile on your face, to feed the fires deep within your heart and the heat…

FOR ABSENT FRIENDS

Somewhere in between the waking and the dream, I can feel you close to me. Just before times hands reshape the desert sands, I can feel you reach for me. In the blink of tear stained eyes, watching weary to the skies, I can see you cry for me. In the breaking of the dawn,…

DRIVEN BY FEAR

Our lives are driven by a state of fear, our voices downtrodden and so hard to hear. The captain and crew are in it for themselves, all others are pushed to the back of the shelf. Captains of industry and lords in their halls bawl at each other dividing their spoils. Two or three houses…

DREAMING FOR ALL TO SEE

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream of peace and shelter from the storm. The dream is the lifeblood flowing deep in…

CURTAIN CALL

How do you say goodbye to everyone you love, your family and friends who you hold high above. How do you say goodbye to the one in your heart; your soul mate, from who none could tear you apart. Your night and your day and in every sweet way, no words could express what you’re…

CHRISTMAS CRACKER

The table is set and the turkey’s fine, ‘taters, sprouts and a glass of cheap wine. Crackers, party hats, bad jokes and toys, plenty of fun for good girls and boys. Pass me the stuffing, cranberry sauce, Yorkshire puddin and gravy of course. Everyone’s happily feeding their face, Noel’s up the tower, his favorite place….

CHORUS LINE

The week is nearly over and the nights are growing long, the verses turn melodious but the chorus names the song. The words sing out a message in the lines where they belong, the clock in the ticking corner is getting ready to join the song. A lullaby to say goodnight with sweet relaxing rhythm,…

AN ODE TO ANDREW BRIGGS

Rain soaked lawns, tall trees shedding tears as we sadly lay to rest one of our finest peers. Squirrels playfully darting from the bushes and tree’s, smiling at silent souls they, far too often, see. Mourners stand in silence as you pass them slowly by, with love and loss in sunken hearts and tears in…

ALWAYS READ THE LABEL

Drugs, drugs and more drugs, boiling milk in pyrex jugs. Prioderm for itchy bugs and cotton buds for dirty lugs. Swallow hole or rub it in, spray it lightly, spread it thin. Do just what it says on the tin and wash it down with a double gin! * Written by Darren Scanlon, September 2009…

ALPHABET ZOO

A is for Ant;  So small yet so strong B is for Bear;  With claws sharp and long C is for Cow;  In the field making milk D is for Dog;  With fur soft as silk E is for Elephant;  With a trunk loud and long F is for Fishes;  Swimming round in the pond…

AS FLEET AS A LIFE

  To end up alone in a world full of pain, where life has become just a cold dark refrain. To drift along on strange endless tracks on the maps of a mind that is fading to black.   A face; a feeling that once felt so real, excitement that should have felt so full…

THE SPOILS OF WAR

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes. For the one that she seeks, she will never again hold, for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well…

DID YOU EVER?

Did you ever stop to think, that life as we know it  was teetering on the brink?   That the cold and calculating eyes  staring back from the darkness and bile  of a thousand tormented years, were just playing games with your emotions;  stoking the flames of your innermost fears?   And the ticking of…

WHY?

I see a future of war and evil intent, poverty, famine and dark discontent.   A world descended into desolate gloom, all joy and laughter ushered out of the room.   I see helpless children on war-torn streets, tattered; just rags, standing cold, in bare feet.   Shattered, bedraggled a fearful frieze, like leaves of…

THE BALLAD OF THE LAUGHING SEAGULL

I was walking down the beach enjoying the sun and sand, with a delicious ice-cream dripping down my left hand.   With the wind in my hair and the waves at my feet, I was so full of joy and enjoying my treat.   Then swooping by with such gentle grace was a sight that…

THE FUTILITY OF WAR

Death; the dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe.   With hand and sword or rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone.   The smarter the weapon, the reaper delights at a fulsome harvest of terror and cries.   They split the…

STORM FRONT

  Away in the distance on a cold dreary night, the horizon is lit by flickering lights. Storm clouds as black as the darkest heart and lightning tears the very air apart.   A grumbling mass of swirling bile, the silence, the earth, the night to defile. Like distant portents of desolate doom, sorry shadows…

THE DEVILS WHORE

Sycophantic whores chasing running scores, stagnant sweat streams from unwashed pores.   Satan’s dark sisters tearing through her skin reaching raging demons screaming from within.   The gaunt gothic mask upon her fragile face conceals the flaking paint of a dull, faded grace. The pungent aroma of lingering lust disturbs the memory of a buried…

THE BALLAD OF THE BALD HEDGEHOG

Have you ever heard the tale about the hedgehog with no spikes, such a sweet little boy who all the other’s didn’t like?   A case of Alopecia, there was nothing they could do, such a sad little hedgehog who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.   But soon the lad grew older, he wanted to look…