Where am I now? What is this place,
Its shadows etched upon my face?
Here scars of unexhausted rage
There monuments to pride.
There caves of self-indulgence,
Too many flaws to hide. Continue reading
Caged
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Frozen Hope?
Continuing the theme of contest entries, this is my entry to another contest, where it beat out a whole other entry to win, so I’m not sure that can really be counted as a victory. Entries had to include the words fire, ice, black and white.
Frozen Hope?
Huddled round a fire in the days of old,
Hiding from the ire of the burning cold.
Under the stars and the grey-white moon,
Comes hope from afar that will get here soon.
A fortress of ice that gleams in the day,
With beauty to entice down a dangerous way.
“Onward, you hounds! Pick up the pace!”
Drowns out the sounds of the maddening race. Continue reading
Seasons
Well, I found out this week that my entry to a major poetry competition was unsuccessful, I didn’t finish in any of the winning places (that’s the last time I pay to enter a poetry contest). I submitted two poems, Once (Which I posted on this blog last year) and this effort:
Seasons
Forested deep purity
Dusted with a winter’s glow;
Crystalline perpetuity
Takes its place in nature’s show.
Fresh sunlight plays with diamonds soft
That glisten as they sing
In silent awe that drifts aloft
A peaceful offering. Continue reading
Walking
One from last summer, about my fourth son:
Walking
Taking my baby for a walk.
Enjoying the shadows that play across his sweet little face
As we move in and out of the trees.
A gentle breeze rustling the leaves, distant birdsong,
The calm clatter of pram wheels along the cobbled path.
Watching the curious look in his innocent eyes
As he takes in the scenery passing by.
Is there any moment more peaceful, more wonderful,
A greater advert for life?
The only way to make this memory any better
Is to share it with you.
Solutions
As promised, here are the solutions, given as taunts to send the demonic Word Eater back to its fiery prison:
Solution One
Acrostic done bilingually
Reveals the word – reality
This was my undeciphered key
Now in shame depart and flee!
Solution Two
When needed goods are sold and bought
Value is the thing most sought.
This was my second scrambled thought
Now go, foul thing, back where you ought!
Riddles
Something a little different this time- two little riddles, the first used by a ‘Mutants and Masterminds’ superhero character I run. Gravitron, a goodhearted but occasionally cynical Czech escapee from the Soviet Union, can manipulate gravity and space itself. He is normally bad at English, but used a Hero point to become temporarily eloquent and come up with this riddle to defeat the demonic Word Eater. The second riddle was devised at the same time but ended up not being used. The solutions will be posted in one week.
Riddle One
Scuppered plans, frustrated aims,
Kindness spurned through childish games.
Unfinished songs and failed romance
Truncated by this heartless dance.
Ever-morphing chains of thought,
Chases futile, fun and fraught,
New lives and hopes will rise and fall,
Old hearts grow strong and give their all.
Stars witnesslessly die, or not;
This all and more I am, but what?
Riddle Two
With scarcity it grows and grows
With bounty it declines;
Part artistry, part constancy,
Part usefulness in time.
So rarely spoken of in truth,
Yet sought by every man,
What is this that I describe
Please tell me, if you can?
Ten and One
Another older one:
Ten and One
Ten and one strange years ago,
I took a crazy chance
To venture down an unused road
And learn a foreign dance.
Not knowing what to do or say
I stumbled best I could
Nervous tension slowly changed
To foolish hope of good. Continue reading
Selfless
Who will reject this cult of self
And walk against the tide,
To show the world this life is more
Than feeding our own pride?
Who can teach the selfless way
When all have failed the test?
Each move we make is tainted
With our twisted self-behest. Continue reading
Questions
What am I to do?
What am I to say?
What am I to make of each and every given day?
What am I to think?
What am I to pen?
What am I to shatter to be never built again?
What am I to give?
What am I to take?
What am I to cherish for its own inherent sake? Continue reading
No New Year’s Resolutions
No New Year’s resolutions,
No fashionable fears.
No trendy ways to see the world
Or stop imagined tears.
I’ll stand upon the bedrock
Of truth that conquered all;
Defying time’s great ravages
And even death’s grey pall. Continue reading
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