the air did move in silent sing
the air did move in silent sing as linnets sung on warble wing and truth did shine upon it's clock as two moored souls depart the dock time bent around the sides of trees as grass made love to naked knees and dappled light found darkened shad
"Last Chance Lover"
Some say loving is gambling But my card decks have other use Nowadays games and relationships are scrambling Surely there is a certain abuse The fortune is always counting on random Real chances are rare If some people bet and lack a condom
THE NIGHT SLEEPS
HAIKU! He sneezed. God bless you. She responded.
Canadian girl
I met her in the winter in a bar upon the hill when the dark was carved by starlight and the moon had paid the bill I stepped in from the wilderness from the howling wind and rain I was weary from my journey's around other people's pain
cars and girls
the cafe was closing and the air was darker than age Mary was fixing her order and her world had become like a cage will you still see me on Sunday? will you wear that dress and look nice..? but you know that a question ain't a ques
when
when I tamed rage and tried anew a road emerged that led to you when I quit work and made a career I fed with tune my starving ear when darkness fell about my boot I shed the cloak that hid the truth when I buried hate and t
ordinary love
I see you everyday its not important you see me I'm the the man who moors his boat near your house upon the quay your son is older than me learning issues, t'would appear he follows you like gravity like a worry follows fear you never app
She has a name
I thank God for his grace to write something like this. I felt like I was transported to third heaven and came back with this message. Love, Cafe
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust not even lust could the
stay the course, girl
for Vanessa
ana maria
you can ride of the zest of a smile, girl if you want to you can walk on the side of the earth, girl like I do like a bird who can sing but never will like a tide that sleeps but is never still or a line from from a film that w
When spirits fly..
Can't love you enough Though I wish I Could love you More I wanna pour my Magic into your Soul But there are so Many thorns in Your heart I keep crying out To you I cup your cheeks With my hands In tears you tell Me to let it be You j
blonde
bearded, wild quick tempered be my natural place is on the sea my northern star her memory the anchor locker and the quay nets to fire rope to splice my heart in summer full of ice her smile the sun her form the shore wrought from
Contrition
These sins of mine, persist with time, consisting of bad thoughts... Then transfer to, actions untrue, just look what I have taught... I brought truths not, then fought the fight, I ought not fight no more... I might bring light, laced with pure d
Marianne
step into the make believe footfalling into stones where memories are citadels wider than truth her bones I never knew the right words you stole them with your smile pirouetting effortlessly some Parisian mile the timbre of a meado
Fissures
Too fast to live, too young to die....
the unasked question
baby, hills run dry beneath your velvet sky outside i queue for gas in the rain baby, I don't know how the tale of us will go don't walk away on stepping stones of pain your smile is a light on a cold dark night look and search my
neat whiskey (and untidy women)
drank whiskey from her navel after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar and lightnings just a broken string on horizon's air guitar cloudy lyrics fall as rain through the windscre
the wreck of the catherine anne
fragments of stories half heard in the inn awoke in me fires stoked by the gin catherine anne moored in secret twilight buckled neath bullion jewelled to it's height a vast templar treasure won by the blade fortunes were lost to gre
guitar
I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra
current events
At first not caring that some statues and memorials were being removed. As well as the naming of schools, highways, buildings, etc. I thought that I understood. But it seems as though there is no end to it. Eventually, there will be no nami
Angel
well heaven knows and heaven lies I'm travelling down this road under.. stationary skies the distances are vast I can see no end its easy just to dream it's easy to pretend if my truck was an angel if my truck had wings I'd fly pas
Mentor * 4 Soulgoddess *
Here you go Angeline. ...this should get their minds working.
Sad The Sensitive Artist
An observation of poets pitching a fit when they are criticized. Not a pretty sight.
Instinct Revisited
It's what's inside that makes us.
The Second Book Of Job Revisited
An accident on the rimrock.
Accountability
Accountability for one's own actions.
(The Rise And Fall Of) Pride
An observation of how pride can raise us up and so easily bring us down if we don't keep it in check.
Vanessa, explained
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that l
Square Circles
Remix
A Child's Pain
No words necessary.
the rebuild
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept ben
iron bars
I came from the sea I came from the sea is that woman still there does she still wait on me? I toiled on the sea I toiled on the sea until I took a man's life who tried to take mine from me I fled the sea I fled the sea and hid inside t
Dark Matter
The only thing that matters in this cursed dark universe... Are things unseen in sick dark dreams that bring what surely hurts... Invisible stars too far to reach elude me every time... Dark matter is the element that can make your dark stars shin
her question (my answer)
she looks at me, mid pub, and asks in a way, rhetorical as if she knows something I don't and will never "why do you live on a boat?" for the sounds of raindrops above my sleeping head for my conversation with dawn always the same woman
kiss
you and me sitting on the edge of memory the radio sings about the things we want to do your kisses bring a rising spring of honeydew its gonna be a long memory searching for the taste of your sweet love it's been a long time s
Black Marbles
Re-edit...
The Teenage lcbr
** Not really true, I was only interested in Adult things, and that, for a teenager - are always, the things, which we can't have! *** I'm being ironic, I'm an atheist, this just happens to suit my poem, as a "literary device". ^ P.N - a school friend of mine (initials changed, and identity withheld). ^^ Bludge: "To bludge" is an Australian colloquialism, which means to: - "not try very hard". ^^^ See my poem "My First Time", to see what happens next, in my life. Please Note: This poem may be purely allegorical, with the I "first person, descriptor" used as a device to generalize about the kind high school years, which may be familiar to "many". This could be largely "Poetic Licence", however, I have tried my best to explain some aspects of "Adolescent Angst", here. ps: Thanks for all your reads, lcbr.
Wordplay Part 3
Or are they?
Rattler
In a depressed state of mind, this poem came to me faster than any poem I have ever written in my life. the words litterally popped out of my head faster than I could write them.
Wordplay
Just wordplay again.
Tomorrow's Voyage
New Years !! Something very symbolic to a new year like in voyages in time, we will head across unknown chartless territory to new horizons.