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…

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…

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…

SHATTERED REFLECTION

  The hands of time tick slowly by as dawn breaks in a new day. A nightmare reality of the receding night lies marked, like so many fading stars, in the shattered glass on the floor.   Silken shards of sorry souls, their lives now trapped in a dream of what was then, what is…

POETIC PULSE

May the ink that flows from the nib of my pen, forever entertain you. With words of love; of life and wonder, like beams of light through clouds of thunder.   May the blood that flows through my hand as it writes, forever reassure you. With thoughtful verse and encouraging rhymes, to ease you through…

LONELINESS

  Sitting alone; just sitting and thinking. Simply deciding but never confiding a rise in emotion, no sound; no motion.   Sitting here quietly, just hoping and praying. Simply tapping then suddenly snapping at nothing and no-one. And now it’s too late, what’s done is done.   And you… You showed me what life was all about and all…

HOPEFUL EYES

What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again?   For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of tint we see, through a rose coloured lens. A hint of fanciful forms, as…

DEAR FRIENDS

At the lowest ebb of a fast flowing stream, comes a stab of pain that makes me want to scream.   Pills and potions just don’t seem to work and I’m pushed to the point of going berserk.   Yet surrounded by love and dear caring friends, with genuine offers of their hands, to lend….

BREATHE

We take so much for granted from this world on which we play, the breath inside our lungs drawn in from a cold and windy day.   Draining the life from a world already so drawn and stretched to it’s limits, desperately trying to imbibe the scarcities still deep within it.   To live; to…

MOTHER

She’s the one we could rely on when things were sorely scarce, to always find a way to get by when it went from bad to worse.   She’s the one true matriarch, the gel at the center of all, never too far away from us; never more than a call.   Sacrificing all she…

LIFELINE

If you’re lost and adrift on the river of life, all that you touch turns to trouble and strife, your heart is deep down in the pit of your soul, what once was alive is now an echoing hole.   If you’re feeling that you can no longer go on, that it matters not where…

HOLLOW HALLS

  She drags tired heels across a tainted floor, poise slightly bowed and her back is sore. She holds on her face a cold marble stare, a hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair.   Her faulting movements, once graceful; divine, her aching limbs now with guile, defy her final performance on this dark empty…

FLOATING FREE

  Drifting high on a gentle breeze and grazing the tops of lofty trees. Watching below, all the people that move but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.   Floating higher and into the clouds, the sultry silence so deafeningly loud. Throbbing pulse of a beating heart as atoms pull; trying to drift apart….

HOLD TIGHT

Christmas is a time for joyful hearts and hopeful eyes, as we reflect on times past and look forward to surprise.   Put aside petty squabbles and pointless vendetta’s and ask ourselves truly, are we really no better?   Spread out your arms with a welcoming smile and defy all the ones who seek to…

GUARDIAN ANGEL

To hold you up if you start to fall and fly to your side whenever you call.   To hold you close when dark closes in, I’ll feed your heart and beat from within.   To feel your warmth and the glow of your smile, when the clouds are parted we can see for miles….

FIRE ON THE HORIZON

The sultry, summer sun sets on the distant horizon, setting ablaze, in a shimmering heat haze the careless, cumulous clouds.   Distant twinkling stars start to awake in the turquoise twilight sky; mysterious worlds, afar and on high.   The end of another glorious day with a promise of more to come. Days as fresh…

DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

The panting prey runs his daily mile. Mind far away and on his face, a weary smile.   The woes of the world mean little to him, for his soul; his life; his days, are growing dim.   The need to complete this final race, no glittering prize, just a flash of glory, enough to…

BUSHIDO

The gleaming blade divides the air with a wisp of its viperish breath. A subtle sigh, from too close by is a ruthless dealer of death.   A thousand turns of a sword-smiths hand, each hammer-blow, purest skill. Knowledge passed down with a smile and a frown, for a beauty forged for the kill.  …

AN ODE, TO ‘BIG B’ AND ‘LITTLE T’

The endless miles apart, cannot still their beating hearts. The power of their newfound love, carried forth on the wings of a dove.   Their smiles, when together, tell a tale of their own. Carefree and contented, together they have grown.   The trials and tribulations of their journey travelled, past. The epic is now…

BRAVE FACE

  How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’? A facade shared, it would seem, by the majority of the human race.   Beneath the flakes of a painted mask lies a truth too long and painful to explain no matter how oft you care to ask.   How long before the cracks become too…

A WORD OF THANKS

  A single word; a phrase or gesture can trigger a feeling of wondrous rapture.   To be told that you’re worth more than the drifting sands that daily slip through your trembling hands.   To be surrounded by such appreciative people makes me want to shout from the highest steeple.   Words of thanks,…

THE CHIME

Gazing through the swirling fog; the cloying mists of time, hoping to see the ones I love, before the clocks cold chime.   Beyond the final curtain; the call of a tolling bell, what destiny awaits me as shadows fall over all that I know so well?   Will I become one with eternity, a…

THE BENCH

  There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The antics of the kids so full of life and carefree bliss, their lives laid…

TEARS IN THE DARKNESS

What do you do when you can’t stop the tears, when your mind is overwhelmed by your darkest fears?   When you dread the day that will very soon come and you reach the end where it all once began.   The deep breath of life slips beyond your reach, though you beg and plead…

SCARS

The passionate pen parades across an empty page leaving lines of a life that will last for an age.   We pause and wonder, with innocent guise, just what is going on behind calculating eyes.   As the nib scars the surface of the delicate leaf, the ink leaves a legacy of time, so brief.   For…

OH! ENGLAND

Oh, England, you green and pleasant land, your beauty never ceases to instil a calmness in my hands.   A sense of peace; contentment within my wandering mind, a fulfilling feast for longing eyes that seem always looking behind.   The gold and greens of your pastures covering long and rolling hills, the succulent scent…

BELIEVE

I don’t believe in destiny for the leaves of my book are clear and the pen that I hold in the fast flowing ink will form words that start to cohere.   I will not believe that the road ahead is already laid out to the grave, that the garden I walk is merely cosmetic,…