Tag Archives: Poetry

Lines

I tried to read between the lines.I snorted them. Still half a bottle of red.The cocaine like the logs – lost to the burner.I have an impulse to run aimlessly.But now I must be the earner.Their forefathers cry to the moon.Bury them at sea.I’ll fight them for my daughter. Defeat them with my sons.What moreContinue reading “Lines”

Six Nations

As winter thors over hallowed groundssix nations wait on thunder pounds.In the cold air – an ancient battle call.In pain or glory – anthems sang loud,anthems stood tall.Red and Blue – marching separate towardthe same fight.Emerald Green or blood stained White.Flowing through the veins – a stubborn pride.A broken line, a wounded stride.Six nations –Continue reading “Six Nations”

Saint Valentine

Before the cards, the wine, the flowers.A courages soul, love has powers.In Romes dark days the faith is banned.A Priest stood strong in loves own hand.In a secret vow of incense flare.Married as one he did dare.In prison he prayed, in death he proved.That Christ is love, love unremoved.So with every rose and poem weContinue reading “Saint Valentine”

Weekend Cheer

Bacon butties, no rush to gotalksport on, time moves slow.Children’s stories gather near,laughing brings a weekend cheer.Wintry walks, the world is right,Saturday hums with golden light.Sunday church bells chime in tune.Soft lit mornings, afternoon.A grace before the week resumes,in weekend cheer the moment blooms.

In a Dark Room

In a dark room breaths breach the silence.The unseen gathers, the gnashing of violence.Orisons, just cries in the wilderness?Fear to gag the wounded soul. Villainous!I reach for a match and the incense burns.I invoke the Jesus prayer. Bravery churns.Incense rising, delivering my prayers to heaven.Peace returns, no best of seven.

The Suffering of the Saints

Midnight chanting – Tears drying in the dark.East face fasting – Seeing no morning – No man apart.Chains now prayer ropes – Not one ask why.Lord have mercy – No light in the sky.Not suffering more – Just suffering towards.With Psalms – Not swords.Aim is clear – Not peaceful.Screaming rage through tears pull.Still suffering towardsContinue reading “The Suffering of the Saints”

Write Alone

The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”

All Will Realise

This one you won, I’m to blame.If you think I’m conquered its you,that’s insane.Just a mere battle, admittedlyyou battled well.I succumbed, I tasted hell.Do not exult for long.For this sorry state I’m muchtoo strong.Resilient, fought for an age in time.This aint my first pen, this aintthe first line.Now in His name, contemplate yourretreat.I’m in Him.Continue reading “All Will Realise”

Flames of Holiness

I didn’t know loneliness had a sound.Then the prison door slammed,locked. Isolation vibrated up through the ground.The world left but the pain stayed throughout the night.Hours dripped slowly from the ceiling. I crave them like a lover, her skin… I invite.No Priest – So the cold steel bars hear the whisper of my confession.Time slowsContinue reading “Flames of Holiness”