Sunday, 7 January 2024

The whites of your eyes

 



Snow kissed memories

under twinkling jewels of the sky.

I see the whites of your eyes

and the deep dark Irises

with worlds held inside.

You invite me in with a blink.

I open the door just a chink

and step over the threshold

to the space within.

 

I set foot in a world of beauty,

where scintillating diamond moons

shine down upon

this land we walk on,

this land of rich ruby red,

the emerald skies

and the rivers

of silver reflecting skyward.

The starlight

reflecting back again,

like snowdrops in a dream.

 

If heaven could

ever match the scenery,

then maybe I'd believe.

I'd let that

choral music wash me

in its shimmery waters

and swim with its

most beautiful daughter.

 

A world reflecting

every sizzling atom

of your being.

Raspberry ripple thoughts

swirl through the fragrant

strawberry hills

and tangerine valleys,

of this land,

so pleasant

a place to roam.

A wonderland

I wish to call home.

 

 

 

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Saturday, 6 January 2024

Kyle Coare - Headfirst into the storm mini set

A wreck in a trilby hat

 



I am a wreck

in a trilby hat,

wearing

yesterday's

faded dreams,

carrying

a sackful

of regrets.

Basically,

I’m not all that,

but what I've got

is yours,

like a really

poor version

of Santa Claus.

 

I wear a book

to my chest,

instead of an S.

I'm not super.

I don’t wear a cape

I barely get out

without an uber,

so not often seen 

in the wild landscape,

but all I've got.

I'll give it you.

Because I want

to see the world happy,

and when you smile

it’s the world I see

shining through

 

I don't want things.

Stuff doesn't excite me,

money not on my list,

material doesn't give

that sense of bliss

which comes from love.

Not gifts or rewards

but a warming kiss

blown across

a frozen wilderness

aimed at my lips.

Thst would win 

almost all the awards.

 

I'm a relic. Buried,

but I'm no treasure

I'm just a bronze penny,

dug under the soil.

I'm nothing special,

but I am unique.

A one of a kind

if you wipe away

the surface grime.

That bronze penny

might even shine.

 

 

 

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Friday, 5 January 2024

A leaf floats by

 



Glistening reflections over granite pathways

Blue lights dancing, through the red stain

that remains where the boy was slain.

It would be so easy to let the energy drain.

To feel the pain wash me away.

Down in the gutter a leaf floats,

a boat asway

with all the other trash

that scatters over these streets.

A gang running away in the breeze.

When you have music and words,

Love inside. You find a way to deal

with the worst of this awful winter freeze.

 

My eyes glaze with frozen tears

I see ghosts sway between the distant leers,

of the people on the stationary walkway,

this conveyor belt to nowhere.

I hear hate.

Licking serpent lips,

listening to reptile minds.

Fear makes hate a friend of time,

but hate is no friend of mine.

With words flowing through your soul,

love and hope grow,

not seeds of hate sown into the slime

 

In the shades, the hazy zones

where your vision fades.

Screams echo in your bones.

I see gangs. I hear them taunting

anyone they can,

anyone that won't stand tall.

Acting the big man

when you are nothing

but a scared little boy.

I tune out the grind,

listen to the songs in my mind.

It's the only way to cope, I find.

 

In the glistening

raindrop reflections

I see the glint of a knife.

Another lost to street life,

where your worth is shown

in how low you can go.

In how many fatal blows

you can bestow.

I pick up the sharpest tool

I can find. My pen

and I write it all down again.

 

 

 

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Kyle
 

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