Venting poetry into the atmosphere. Twitter at us @Clod14
Sisters, brothers
Hear their cry
That life will worsen if we don’t stand
Polite and smiling, walking by
.
We watch ourselves be eaten
Stripped of flesh by the strand
Coldly putting faith
In charity’s bleeding hand
.
Now we’ve been warned of worse
If we dare to stumble, crawl
Commit to burning bridges
On the easiest path of all
.
Charity in place of state
Treats wounds caused in spite
That careless bite will strike again
Till human shields ignite
.
Those unexpected surprises
Wrapped in small packages
Of course were never small to everyone
And those who thought small that
The small held dear
Were burned by tiny sparks
Lighting large holdings
Stacked either side
Of some giant’s home.
What shock
That spider bite
Welting up on now blemished skin
Not pain as such but horror
That blisters define a space once smooth
A spider, yes
Must have been
Not that I’ve seen any spiders round here.
In times now past
The bell would ring unbroken
Crusades clashed on sanded lands
And gods were made by men
Now empty words ring hollow
Still echoed by chosen few
Though power bled on foreign shores
Faith will hold for times new
Quick on the draw
Conclusions state
A hat does not a cowboy make
Burning bright when shade would suffice
Imbecilic vision disturbs peaceful night
Bolting light with hefty might
Hitting the ceiling and sticking tight
Blissful hunting whilst gears go clunking
Stealth is moot with rockets jumping
Screaming through green tinged sky
Dyed with the gaze of passers by
Explodes with laughter, going faster
Terrorising towns in fits of wonder
Scrap Dragon can’t be caged
Burning down till end of days.
From far sun there comes a lance
New light to touch old wounds
On once bright eyes, clouded now
In dust of cavalier’s bloom
So bold, so sweet, so sure and pure
They ventured oh so far
To find their time of fame, of joy
In battle among the stars
Now old and bent their time is spent
Wishing to join the march
And thinking of what could have been
If victory had met their charge
That sputtering light
Limping through smog, starts
That rumble in a rusted engine
Unintended fittings clunk, snap
Into place as cams drive shafts
One handed they wait poised, ready
To swift draw defence too small
To be taken seriously by giants, popping
One bolt between the eyes to settle
In calmness, the rusted engine rumbles.
My beard grows long
As dust is blown from well used keys
I stare into white space
Shaded grey
Shaded in my memory
Blank upon the page.
Hello loyal readers and apologies in my time away from the site. It’s a well used statement that I’m sure you’ll understand, work has taken priority at the moment. As things stand I either need to cut down on sleep to allow for more writing or settle for posting fortnightly. I hope you are all doing well and don’t forget to stay safe and stay healthy!
If you want to catch up on our archive during the gaps in posting you’re more than welcome…
No sky has space
No planet land
That feels safe
Till as one we stand
