Tuesday, 29 October 2024
The smirking silence
Sunday, 27 October 2024
Slow motion
Saturday, 26 October 2024
World of howevers
Under fibreglass skies
Wednesday, 23 October 2024
Seedling
Deprived of oxygen,
sallow skin.
Guts sinking
into the dirt below.
Mind struggling,
thoughts not linking.
Everything is running slow.
Internal computer lights are blinking
but the cursor circle is constantly spinning,
memory banks no longer thinking.
Ages since I've felt this low.
Just a lone seedling
trying to break through
this earth and grow,
but all I feel is dirt and darkness,
crushing my chest,
so, this shallow air
in my lungs won't flow.
Oxygen not in abundance,
there doesn't seem to be
any sustaining substance,
I'm just stuck here
in the ground below.
I see a glimmer of light in you.
Life beams from your internal glow.
I see a sight I want to view,
the beauty
of a summer sun
surrounded by flowers
all breaking through.
So, I will find a way to grow.
Build myself
big, strong and true.
So, I can share
all of my love
with you.
Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
Tuesday, 22 October 2024
Green room
We are so doomed,
showing war
the green room.
Inviting it onto our shows
to talk to us like
we are buffoons.
We listen to its lies
whilst it capitalises
on the unjust pride
of right-wing loons,
whilst quietly filling
stations with its hard men goons.
War is the sort of guest
that always outstays
any welcome.
It fires an array
of wild-eyed opinions
and portrays them as fact.
It acts
fiercely racist, its views
obnoxious and dumb.
Clumsily trying
to entice the crowd
by acting loud,
making them numb.
It makes you oblivious
to the horror that will spill
from its mouth, spiteful and vicious.
A lie for every kill.
Spewing out
once the cameras start to run.
It gets its claws
into the upholstery,
talking constantly.
A barrage of white noise.
Overwhelming the host,
who soon has his mic switched off
to quieten his voice.
Any groans of unrest
from the jittery crowd,
it drowns by cracking
jokes, bravado painted loud.
Whilst the crowd are whittled down
to a few sheep that bleat along,
little realising they are singing
their own slaughter song.
Quickly changing
the theme tune,
it creates an atmosphere in the room.
Antagonistic and grim,
it leads with tales of doom,
whilst smiling through its crooked evil grin.
It paints for us a picture,
A future where hope starts to grow thin,
where the only option
is for the bombs
to keep dropping
and the money
to keep rolling in.
Thanks for reading
Follow this link for more.
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
Monday, 21 October 2024
Campfire
Under campfire gaze,
almost silent
just the crackle
of the kindling flare,
as eyes glare
at the twinkling stars
of the Milky way.
A blaze enlightens
flames across countryside
hideaways, reading passages
from lantern heart pages, lighting
pathways through the haze.
Stories emblazoned
in the starlight shine,
tales of yore mixed
with fables of mine.
We sat where water
flowed like wine.
Intoxicated on the words.
Meticulous and fine.
Under campfire glare
The swish
of tempestuous flair,
a glint in your eye,
framed by
that luscious long hair.
My fare paid
by the words I impart.
The destination,
a road to my heart.
Underneath campfire sanctuary,
the heat, beating away
any coldness
that formed in me,
the heat in our hearts
pouring liquid words
for all to read. Molten fires
forming on pages of history.
Our lives, our loves
telling the stars our stories.
Thanks for reading
Follow this link for more.
https://linktr.ee/Wordsandfluff
You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle