There’s a line in the sand drawn in dark distant lands, where the guts and the glory and fine marching bands, will all die in the dust and play into their hands. And invisible walls across seas, oh so wide, are not worth all the tears and the fears that they hide. So the…
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BROKEN BOUGHS
“Swaying aloft on a warm summer breeze, the life-giving forests of wise, ancient trees.” Life filled leaves of a forest, green, its purest form, now so seldom seen. Majestically reaching so high in the hills, no roots of malice, no hate or ill-will. To wistfully walk among bramble and bush, through wind-swept grasses, so gentle…
HIGH SCORE
(A look back in time to the dark, distant 1980’s and the mind of a 19yr old…) Have pride and joy but don’t toy with nature, conserve the future. Taste, sweet and sour, changes by the hour. The two sides of life; of trouble and strife. Beg, steal or borrow but you’ll…
GOOD MORNING
As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The sky so blue and clear overhead, the world still in slumber; tucked…
FATHER AND SON
I touch your cheek, I’m surprised, it’s cold. I reach for your hand for I need it to hold. I look upon your face that beamed and sparkled as we loved and laughed, wrestled and tickled. Your face is so pallid, the sparkle is gone, no more to smile in the hot…
CASTAWAY
Music and words are where I reside, the solace of their sanctuary with walls, behind which, to hide. But whenever I now sing those melodious old songs, salty tears are all I find where the words used to belong. It’s hard to break into a favourite composition, when upon your lips lies a…
A WISP OF MEMORY
To slip into the darkness and feel its cold embrace as the chill night caresses the colour from your pallid, tear-stained face. Inhale the icy air as you drift; feel it tenderly beseeching, into the depths of your silent soul, its icy tendrils reaching. Searching for that fragile life held within your tortured…
BATTLE CRIES
The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a fragile, far-away gaze. Where once, a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain on battered beseeching hands. Just sitting, bereft, in the remains of a life; in the dust of desolate…
A LOVERS EMBRACE
To feel her warm and gentle hand upon your smiling face, her tender loving caress is like a sweet and soothing grace. Teasing, as your fingers trace a tantalizing trek along her silken stockings as you tenderly kiss her neck. Gazing into enchanting eyes so deep with dark desire, whirling pools of life and lust,…
A LONELY LAMENT
The flickering flame in the dream of your eyes, is a glimmer of life in a darkening sky. But little heat remains to warm the weary hearts of those so slowly left bereft and torn apart. A chill wind blows a tear across the cooling fires, a rain of lasting love falling softly through life’s…
DREAMS OF A LIFE
As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but then comes a cough and my face is etched with pain, like a stalker in…
A BUTTERFLY’S DREAM
And so to bed, though once it was said that life is just an illusion. Well if that is so, then why, long ago, was my life such a whirl of confusion? A nightmare, a dream or so it would seem, could be life long ago on an endless stream. We are trapped in a…
PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS
If Mother Nature could speak… I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders to be. I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze blowing soft, whispered tunes…
THE BALLAD OF THE SINGING STORK
A special delivery is often made, of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling out there at the end of the bill of a stork, in the air. Sleeping and happy the babies, they ride through the summer skies as the storks gently glide. Gracefully flapping their powerful wings, not…
DARK PANACEA
A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like echoes in dusty rafters. As you slowly subside, sinking way down low and you’re silently…
THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN
Our friend Bob the Bun, just loved to have fun and exciting adventures galore, he’d laugh all day and jump and play and roll around on the floor. Its a very rare sight to see a bun take flight but one day he went flying so high, he held onto a kite by the tail,…
OH, MOTHER
Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…
BLINK
I. A family gathering, a party so bright, revellers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see the mans cold vacant gaze. Music and singing, they don’t see their guest as his face…
THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT
If you’ve ever seen an ant go whizzing by faster than his friends and with goggles on his eye’s, then without a doubt, skidding through the plants, you’ve met my friend Albert, The skate-boarding ant. From the day he was born he was rushing around hither and thither, like a spring unwound. His mum would…
THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER
“It’s just a way of life!” said the man with the gun. “You win it or you lose it and when all is said and done…” But the odds and the favour can be tipped from over here by a warm winning smile from a child with no fear. They say that respect is a…
THREE WISE MONKEYS
If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster, from greed, is grown? That because he can’t see, thinks we are all living free…
THE TICK & THE TOCK
Alone in a car park, staring out at the rain, musing and snoozing and counting my pains. Watching the world as it passes me by, the ebb and the flow through warm sleepy eyes. Moments slip by, we must leave them behind, passing through time, as the clock springs unwind. No way to stop them;…
TIMES BROKEN ARROW
The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to say, as his time, like the clock, seemed to fly? And the world is careering…
TO BE LOST
To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of tainted blood, too strong to repulse. The ground beneath your aching feet starts to tremble…
TO BREATHE
I sit by day, recline by night, trapped in a dying world. A passenger in a cocoon that sways and swoons from room to spinning room. Looking out onto a world so slowly shrinking. A vignette mist; a frustrated fist and a heart that has to resist. To breathe… to live… Bravely beseeching thinning air;…
TWILIGHT DELIVERY
The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment, a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I understood its coded question. I’m drawn into its intoxicating world by the pulsating rhythm of its…
WAITING
Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. “My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed; to reap the seeds I’d sown and a place to call my own” Like a…
WHAT IF…
If day’s had been much brighter and the west wind far less biting, with paths sufficiently straighter and avoiding fruitless fighting. If clearer thoughts pervaded with our goals so set in stone, if the tyrants and dictators would just leave us all alone. If the drugs that you are feeding us, weren’t always quite so…
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 loss blown about…
WOODLAND WONDER
Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze, branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring. Hopping about on long leafy arms, fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony. Bushy…
REFLECTIONS OF A LIFE
Gaze into the mirror; at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time and place? Touch the chill upon the glass and see a tiny ripple, was it real or…
ONE LAST SHOT
The whiskey stains upon the bar tell scores of many sad tales, of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another dejected, washed out soul seeks solace within the shot glass, to wash away the mournful memory of another heart-broken pass. Another wheeler-dealer, another gambling god, another weary player bet…
THE BALLAD OF KEVIN THE KANGAROO
Kevin the Kangaroo just couldn’t hop and jump, whilst all his friends were playing he would sit there like a grump. They’d jump across the fences and jump across the land leaping and laughing and waving their small hands They’d race all around on their powerful back legs, then jump over washing lines with colourful…
COLD RAIN
A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave. Away off in the distance, dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing tattered old papers away. With tired forgotten faces and the news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter on down silent streets. The chill night air is biting as he pulls…
ETERNAL LOVE
Let me feel your tender winds beneath my tired and aching arms, that I may catch a much needed breath. Let me lay my weary head in the comfort of your bosom, close my tired eyes, sleep a while. And if, when I wake from my slumber, I have sailed away into the…
END OF THE LINE
The heat of a sultry summers’ day and the news wasn’t good, you were going away. Vow’s made down by the lover’s brook are just trickling memories of the love that you took. A heart that once was full of life is now just a shell on the edge of a knife. …
THE CLEANSING TIDE
The child in his arms, such a precious gift, her sweet little smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare, baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born on such love filled days, from the moment he held her he was blown away. His heart did…
A BEACON IN THE STORM
The storm rages on, beating brows and bending backs. Trees in the wind, swaying else they may snap. Collars pulled tight, and heads bowed down, Not daring to look up, at the deluge all around. Through gloomy days, and long, cold nights. Through the turmoil of life, and though we may fight. Our journeys start…
FEAR OF THE DARK
There’s a pain in your heart that you feared from the start, was a scream from a long tortured life. A scar upon your soul frames an old gaping hole, where you prayed you had buried the knife. And the stains on your cheeks meant to make you feel meek; so mildly dejected and down….
THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)
And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, 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 practiced…
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