sophiasummer Poetry (237)

I could only stand within the shallows

Was I secretly looking in?

Creeping Walls of total deceit
Crawling upon his feet
as the hammers of "Pink Floyd"
threw their fury

Sirens screamed
Intense of Dogs
they howled
A crawl place to a brief moment of security
Unaware alone at 8

Wrapped warm with a tiny hat
just finding bread
Cant close my coat, no buttons left

Its okay I feel the road with worn out shoe
I still
will find what people look for

My mama needs me as does my pa
hes in this fighting war you know

I am the one to help them survive

Yet

The world was at war

Hands clasped so hard against his ears

Shaking little body

So silent thinking

"this has to go away!"


"I want to go out and play,

please"

Finding crumbs of bread around him
a scraping of his fingers dutifully pocketed
running in to the silence
to a home no more

With fires burning people crying
along his street he ran

A hand reached out and grabbed him
tears flowed upon his face

something so beautiful, bad and so wrong

Had gone

"best you come with me young boy"

Scrunching the bread stuck inside his pocket
He knew he was alone.

Anger reaped through out his body

tears to no one fell,
just a lasting look of ramshackled death was layed within his eyes.

At 14 my grandfather ran away to sea.

We are a strange bunch
I apologise for NASA trying to publish
photos of me landing on Waiheke Island

They were FAKE
They were from Mexico (Not me, My Cuzzy bro!)

Got the co ordinates wrong :( (Hes on a learners)

I did not land on any religious site in Rome
Even though sightings show "maybe" (Cuzzy again!)

I just took a spin around Earth and quite happily have settled in a Land of the Long White Cloud, enough to hide my space ship.

Make marinated fish, roasted Kumera and steamed watercress.
NO PHOTOS PLEASE!!!

Oh I do take the odd walk to the beach.

I also hide in a Valiant 74 regal, watermelon under arm!.

Designer made goggles too.
(Wrap around)

Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Thanks Spockie!

flick your feet
speak the speak

O who does not come hither
to only shroud beyond the table

of slipping goblets
laughter rapture
a merriment was held

slopping brew of
intestines
slapping on the plate

one mighty knife
slammed so heartily onto the boarded log

a grab and pull upon their skirts
with a ra ra ra,

dead was the hog!


Swilling puddles
reflection of light

Pots of pudding,
spilling from the stones

and yet the merriment of tomorrow brings

Lost of war
with hang over moans

lol!!!

Bother
To Wade us down

Strong the thought of hanging clouds


The sweet clicking

Cycadia arising form the earth

An Afflication of stimulus love

Shall steal the manifolds

Wheels of time crashing through the sphere


Strong the thought then
Whether the weather

Like wise words fall

At adept

Upon my eyes and
ears

Life is what is breathing becomes

Till swirls of birds

Feed them to their young

A summer
Once again

A gruelling rehab

Walls of wonder
flicking flames at me

A coffin steady does it
Who shall remember

crouching in hurt
seething with pain

one light
along the lane

I hate but Love
I hold but push

of bright eyes I see
of deep darkness I swallow

gulping the innocence of you

why?
where did you go?

I looked and found
a hollow statue

arms were raised

I tried to hold you
but the stone ashen face
tore my soul

crumpled dying
I wanted to take your place.

A distance echo

I stood still

hands gripped
upon the rock

the trumpet of voices
rang
a sweet singing note

it raised the chorus
to sweep
to a
silhouetted grace

caressed of velvet
such loving arms
eyes of blue to
fall like drops

spreading circles
within that special pond

I stood once again in
sunshine


with "Summer" in my hand

Oh gosh all torn papers
Srumpled up sayings

Poems at random
While sitting walking
Just in the Moment

I don't care!

What will they discover!

Maybe Something like this...

Like shredded pieces of paper
putting it together....

"Wristed writing
a mind not so fighting

I looked towards the falling drops

loathing the feel
then my feet so wary
I fell

no rocks at the bottom
but tender water

My splash
my body
no rings of an opening

and STILL
my Soul lay

Twisted Flax zoomed into my eye
oh how the marshes grieve

I sat alone
Yes I Sat

hidden by my screams

Yet a freedom of unspelt happiness
Who chooses

GO! gather the stars!

THROW like a wayward child!

a giggle from the rings of Saturn
or maybe

a drink
from a milky way?

One whisper
Sssshhhhhhh

be not afraid

I spread my wings of Joy
catapulted to laughter

On wraptuos clouds
I bounce

You Know

Like a child

in Glee
skipping the distances
between the rocks

a heart felt twinge

racked through my body

a stubbed toe

as blood is blood

the pain shall cease

a loving kiss
upon the forehead

all is well......

That's just a jumble of my handbag!


Peace love!


and JOY!!!!!
Or is that ENJOY!!!

She seals like a
manifold

The cover
that keeps the spark

the spectre

that point the mark

My Journey is of haste
oh wine
that swallows
the gift
of taste

Beguile the distance
as none has no more

There is no seeming
To Love

Losing all I had
drove me mad

There became a secret

A game of dreaming

structured with windows
of beauty leaning

Rolling at ones feet
Like a darkened hour
of cold
I sweep beneath

a checkered footpath
placed my feet
towards
a home

of no trees
but sweetened in leaf

Pohutakawa
is a must

Under the tree
a lust

SS

Much spade has been dug
not to lay a body

but lay words of maybe a poet?
sifting through the remnants
gathering the now

throwing the words
ah, such words,

a transiant world we live
some of round floors
some of the open earth

the clock of time does not tick
one just knows
the momentum

the quill
can lay still
good

a mirror of reflection

All at times can be still

a wonder of restlessness
can beautifully awake

the poet
shall always be there
like a missing cookbook

I thought I knew how to knead those scones.

Hey I kneaded them my way



lol

Stampeded into the cave
my running steps became
softly footed

breathing hard
scared

Trample and destroy
Was I
Upon their back?

Riding with the wind
swimming with the Sea

OH how the haunted hooves of life
so gravely stared at me

never let me see again
those means

a silent slave

to only slip me to my grave

Wishing all a beautiful wonderful Christmas, lest we forget the fallen whom are now with the lord.



Peace Love

Sophia

My wretched hands upon this page

my eyes weep with slow streaking ink

to not only blot
when my lashes blink

carelessly strewn
a map of veins

No end

the tongue of scathing lather

smashing quills upon this
work

to heavy feet
of heaving words

a challenge within oneself

a scraping measure of crumbs
of doubtless self

oh a bloodlest sight
again the mirror

I brush again

How I miss Dali