10 poems from the archives (19)

These poems are taken from the archives and where needed I have rewritten parts of them. I hope you like them.

10 poems from the archives

1. Anew

Shouting, crying, screaming, fighting,

never coming up for air.

Pushed away and long forgotten

even whilst still there.

Moving, packing, lifting, leaving,

in the fast lane out.

Completely sapped of energy

no breath left to shout.

Washing, ironing, cleaning, working,

everything anew.

Wondering how long it takes

till you won’t feel so blue

2. A life

Trust

Implicitly

Internally 

Moulded to your soul

Truth

Honesty

Honourably

Making up your whole

Faith 

Believing

Belonging

Owning as you grow

Love 

Regaling

Romancing

Serenading all to show

Life 

Learning

Lamenting

Ending as it begun; one breath.

3. Let me

Let me count them

Let me count

Let me

                                How many things

                                How many

                                How

                               

                                                Are they bad

                                                Are they

                                                Are

                                               

                                                                You see flaws

                                                                You see

                                                                You

Must you change

Must you

Must

                                Will you change

                                Will you

                                Will

                                                Its not easy

                                                Its not

                                                Its

                                               

                                                                You have choices

                                                                You have

                                                                You

Others will not help

Others will not

Others will

                                Life is hard

                                Life is

                                Life

                                                There is hope

                                                There is

                                                There

                               

                                                                You can win

                                                                You can

                                                                You

4. The Life Cycle of an idea

Drifting into view unannounced and all consuming

Swirling around amongst the debris of each day

Bending with the will of the igniters intention and

Spiralling from its simple beginnings in a haze

Circling back to meet upon the crest of prominent ideas

Stirring inspiration from the depths

Twisting, turning, tightening, trialling, tossed.

Rolling, discarded, to lay amidst the uninspired

Undeterred, unrepentant, winding roots to roots and clinging with all hope to stay

Swinging to and fro unsettled

Slinking off to darkened corners in order to remain

Until…drifting into view unannounced and all consuming.

5. As I close my eyes

The darkness was filled with electricity

Crackling along her arms so bare

a stranger lurking in wait for her

anticipating the thrill of the scare.

He stepped out grimacing

using his eyes to express

both his desire and intention

as he ogled her flowery dress.

She stood tall, unbending, fierce

Stoic in the face of danger

A contrast to the fear inside and the

horror of the stranger.

He lurched forward, arms outstretched

to grab a hold of her

another woman might have screamed

her voice made not a murmur

The strength in his fingers, as he gripped,

so tightly around her neck

compounded all her expectations

he was much more than a threat.

Then unexpectedly she fought

refusing to give in

fighting for her young life

that was yet to begin.

He saw defiance flare up in those soft green eyes of hers,

As she challenged him right back.

Sneering as he released his hold

he gave her an almighty smack.

She fell back against the wall

tearing skin from her hand

the sight of blood renewed her and she lashed out

at the murderous man.

The others hadn’t fought this hard

this girl had real stamina

but his strength was more than she could muster

he was always the winner.

Striking out, gasping for air,

she wouldn’t give up yet

she really didn’t want to die

and he didn’t know her strength.

It carried on for quite a while

as each of them battled on

neither willing to concede

both engaged in a life marathon.

She was scared that all of her energy was gone

And realised the end was near

as she struggled to stay stood up

her life flashed before her so clear

He was hurt, what had she done?

His breathing began to labour

How dare she ruin him like this

He was doing her a favour.

If she was dying here tonight

It wouldn’t be in vain

She’d take the bastard with her

Let him feel her pain.

On the stroke of midnight

They both gave up the fight

Slumping on the ground they lay

each the others last sight.

6. Charred

Charred with the ashes of forgotten dreams
Dreams of revenge and retribution combined
Combined to deliver an exacting punishment
Punishment that will never match the intensity
The intensity of the anguish and heartbreak
A heartbreak that will never heal, an infinite wound
Wound up so tight with hate and vengeance of what
Of what will be, what could be, what may be, hope
Hope and dreams, throbbing and charred.

7.  I breathe

Whilst I wait I breathe

I hear sounds I never did

I see sights I never knew

I no longer touch I cling

I savour every morsel

I love completely and all at once

I laugh loudest

I never cry I only sob

Wretched am I

The wait ends I breathe my last

8. Unoriginal

I’m not the first, 

I’m not paving the way.

Others will walk in my footsteps

with better shoes and an assured gait.

Some will teeter in open toes and wail 

When they fall.

I’m not the first.

9. Inbetween

When the sun comes up and the day is new

when the clouds depart and the sky is blue

Will you come out and be seen

or will you hide somewhere inbetween?

inbetween the light and dark

inbetween the streets and park

inbetween the rock and the hard place

inbetween the crowds and space

Will you hide forever behind your eyes?

Will you hide forever because of your size?

Will you hide forever beneath those clothes?

Will you hide forever because life blows?

Or will you try and leave that place

that warm and dark and cosy space

Will you risk your own reveal

and see the others who are hiding still?

When the sun goes down and the darkness comes

When the only sound is your heartbeats drum

Will you return to that place where you hide

or will you stay and know that you tried?

10. A writers life for me...

 A new day and fresh eyes are blurry

Energy in abundance and expelled at a pace

Embracing notes on the air

Eager to reach but not ready to race

The ideas wander maniacally

Resting on the usual suspects

What level of depth seems relevant?

To choose from each new prospect

Distracted by influence and intrigue

And thoughts bouncing through the mind

Opting for potential that’s underdeveloped

And avoiding the desire to rewind.

Clambering over obstacles and weaving past

the ever omnipotent cloud of change

finding ground that’s flat and hard

that’s different, secure and strange.

Wearing your heart on your sleeve

Re-covering when its too much

The energy sapped from your being

Electricity on the surface crackles by touch

Devoid of emotion as it’s returned to

A holding cell of excitement

As visiting times are restricted

There are questions to invent

When emptiness encases like a cloak

With a hollow echo and a glazed look

A chance to see what’s on the horizon

To use as fodder for your book.

Bonus

11.  Raven

Perched atop the gargoyle

on sentry duty sat the raven.

Gravediggers viewed beneath the soil

the deads resting place and haven.

His view from the perching spot

Gave him an advantage over all

A vision of statues, tombs and burial plots

Through spring, summer, winter and fall.

12. Sweet Music 

The guitar starts off slowly

and the strumming builds up pace

The drums erupt, hot and heavy

as the tempo starts to race

In bounce the bass beats

joining them together

waiting for the harmonies

to use them as a tether.

Some lyrics tell a story,

others are more a quiz

of love, of life, of peace and war,

of what's not and of what is.

With a pulsating chorus

that makes you move and shake

Your body finds a locus

where you can twist and quake.

Your skin now damp

with the sweat of the cadenced dance

Crank up the amp

your body doesn't stand a chance.

As it begins its crescendo

the passion now at peak

the rhythm starts to then slow

and the music starts to speak.

The melody returns to you

like an old familiar friend

whose heart will be pure and true

to the very bitter end.