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

(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!

The Angels Do Too

The depths of the ocean made many ship a slave. But I’ll rise to the surface, and die with you upon a wave Did the prophets see those bloody sheets? Do they know the meaning in our pains?They take you in one week.But you’ll burn forever threw my veins.Like when they tarmaced those cobbled stones.WhereContinue reading “The Angels Do Too”