Their earthly offerings are burnt.I have only a burning state, a heart in flames.Unlike Job I rollick in sin, but through the sorrow I acknowledge.My selfish feelings burn away.If gratitude was a posture the hard ground would splinter through my knees.Pry us from the filth to the right path of righteousness.The world weeps, dismantle theContinue reading “Posture”
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
Oasis
There and then now maybe again goes supersonic bold. Would we have ever heard Noel’s soul if Liam never rock ‘n’ roll, intone told.
Words
Each word an ancient artefact.- Dr J.B Peterson
Brotherhood
(For My Sons) My boys, my three lions of England,let the lion of Judah roar in your hearts.As a lad I was lonely, No control, no power,too many false starts.I could only look to the stars when they camefor blood.The piece missing in my heart, brotherhood.Lads, this world is beautiful with its signs, symbols andContinue reading “Brotherhood”
Words and Pens
There’s something about the stars at night,that makes me want to write.Again my body meets my spirit, when I graspthe pen in earnest.In shadows of the trees, the rhymes I kissed.Words are blood, blank paper the sand,this pen is my sword, shakes not in my hand.Gripping my philosophy of good and evil. Aloof.Love conquers pain,Continue reading “Words and Pens”
songs
There are very few love songs, many lust songs.
Quote
a picture without a frame is like a soul without a body. Vincent van Gogh
Bealach na Ba
In unsure times a decision is made, to the mountains of Applecross we courageously head …I turn the key in the big old girl, I look at the boys both excitedly smiling. Then I turn to you and say “will ya gang tae the Highlands leezie Lindsay, will ya gang tae the Highlands with me”?WeContinue reading “Bealach na Ba”
We Go Again
In a downpour of confusion I was drenched.reaching, though I could not graspmy heart like my hand, broken.but breaks don`t break me anymore.Charlotte went Amelia came, and then…I used to ask why? but I guess why not?So now who will I choose to become from this?In sins appeal anchor me home in your still waters.myContinue reading “We Go Again”
I See The Blue Sky
Winter plotted hard against us, like it did many outdoorsmen before.But I now see the sun and the blue sky,coming in with the seagulls to shore.So again we risk our sanity, in hope we reap what we sow.Though it’s the love that keeps us going,and this is all I know!
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