Poetry – Smith Shine Poetry

Carrots For Theo

There’s a boy I know called Theo.He’s strong, with a roar like lion called Leo.His Mummy made dinner with lots of carrots – Theo got mad.And said some things which made her sad.He later calmed, said “sorry Mummy”,”but those carrots, aren’t going in my tummy”.”I’m a lion, all I want upon my plate.Sausage ‘N’ Chips,Continue reading “Carrots For Theo”

Rock Love

Roses are Red Violets are blue. When I listen to Oasis My neighbours do to.

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Oasis, live’25

‘Hello’ ‘Hello’… It was good to see them back. I left apart of me there. Or did I bring something it back?Lost or found? In the immersion, of 1st, to 6th track. She said ‘Don’t believe the truth’. I said ‘Definitely’, you said ‘Maybe’.There was that little look, then it got a bit crazy. NowContinue reading “Oasis, live’25”

Cross Road

Freedom meets resistance,now it does not fly.I met the devil at the cross road,he did not tel me why.As the sand falls through the hourglass,I listen for the call. Who controls my interests?I’m not attracted to this fall.

Ideas

All my ideas are stupid, but they all lead me to you. Guess I’m stupidly in love with you.

Still Water

It caught my eye in the Autumn.In the wonder of Winter, I stop!Still the truth I chase.In battle, happiness will not suffice.What can I offer? My words? A blood sacrifice? Now in the weeks of the great and holy.I see a raven perched on a mountain of skulls.There, a closed golden door, and I feelContinue reading “Still Water”

stars

There’s something about the stars at night, that makes me want to write.

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 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”