Everything’s red, white and blue
People line the streets as far as the eye can see
Some are sharing a party,
Others hope to glimpse the carriage
While others just want to hear the music
From the biggest party of the century
It’s 60 years on the throne
Another night has come and gone and here I sit all alone
wondering what the hell I did wrong
Trying to pick myself up and carry on
Though it's tough when you have been beaten up by life
Lost your will to fight
Trying not to listen to the voices in your head
Fighting against the...
I planted this seed...
watered it with my blood...
tried my best to shine...
my inner light upon it...
so it might prosper...
but as it broke through the soil...
I knew it was fragile...
maybe I sheltered it too much...
perhaps I didn't give it...
as much as I...
come along with us?
Don’t know where we will go
Don’t know yet where we will stay
Could be this layby or that parking bay
One thing that is certain is that the time will be gay
We could sit by the sea
Supping a cup of tea
Or by the motorway
Just passing time of day
So alive amid dying light,
Embraced by the night,
Illuminate with unseen bliss.
The earth is your canvas.
Scary, yet I’ve no fear.
From afar I see slow dancing:
On haunted soil, frolicking
In ragged dress with messy hair,
Awkward steps oh, so dear.
Remove your cozy boots...
Some with flowers in their hair
Some don't wear no underwear
The sun shines on all heinie's bare
Pixies, pixies, laugh and play
They sleep all night and dance all day
At sunrise they get underway
All day it's pixies in ballet
Dwarves, dwarves, are...
You are lost
In faded colours of Summer's smile
The world we had now locks me out
I tear and strain in desperate style
You drift away, I scream and shout
My blood dries in the vein
True love just means real pain.
You are lost
Until moonbeams send you from the skies
She cries each night,Never does she show her pain,Always hiding her face,How long can she stay strong?How many more days must she play along,Raw emotion in her eyes,Fear crawling up her spine as she wipes the tears,Looking down at her scars,Looking at her reflection as she hides...
beckons outside my window
Tapping with a glimpse of sunlight.
Promising warming rays
...I remember when first my heart skipped
And I would race out the door
With renewed anticipation
Only to find
Wind burned heart
If only they spoke ...
.. Those walls .. If only they spoke ...
To tell about that hidden truth and what really goes around ..
To tell about those secretive screams that never made a sound ..
To tell about those real smiles that yet haven't been found ..
To tell how those lies...
Spin the bottle
Kiss the girl
What a concept
Rock her world
Lean toward her
Lick my lips
Is my breath fresh?
I breathe in sips
Shut my eyes
But sneak a peek
Oh the treasure,
The joy I seek
I can't breathe
If it's awful
Will she leave?
As I lay back down to sleep
to dream of nature's virtue, sweet
to dream of her within my mind,
to dream of once upon a time
to dream the dream of
happy ever afters
to dream once more
of nature's laughter
to know it teases,
and in it's recourse
The feelings we share I ride like a wave,
The ups the downs the direction they make,
On a magic carpet that we made,
From threads of ourselves,and the pattern we laid
the vessel counts as much as the map,
The carriage awaits for us to step up,
I admit Its scary as it might...
let me know if I am..
She wore her day with a smile
It was nothing for her to stop
And help someone smell the roses
Finding peace in imperfection
Drops of help in small doses
She carried out daily duties
Drawing strength from above
Fought through the afflictions...
This one word holds power over you, yet you know nothing of how it's spelled or even what it may refer to. All you know is how it feels. It's something you can never know, yet something you already do. You live this way, always longing for something you know you cannot have. You...
i know i might just light this joint just for the touch , just for the rush
you dont even know the half of it , mad ruckess
tangled brain , im feeling like a hand puppet
cause she dont know im alone , im on my own
comatose , im feeling sick but im still posted up at...
the door swings its motions
the air rushes through
the cycle it seems
But where is
what makes it new?
the people walk past
Below me the ground,
Above me the clouds
The brilliance of my plumage, brilliant and loud.
My elegant crimson tail slightly swaying in my cage of gold.
Such elegance, such grace. Like the queens of old.
But then the heat spreads from my tail to my golden head.
Puff, I burst into the ashes I have been taught...
My heart is as deep as the Hudson River. Its fresh with unpredictable currents. Once a murky barren zone is now the object of a mid summers swim.
My mind is a twisted Christmas peppermint stick. Its stale and forgotten in your grandmothers garage, along with...
It never rightfully belonged to me
But I wanted it nonetheless,
So when you were distracted and couldn’t see
I took it, I confess.
I thought that it might take a while
For you to realize your mistake,
And though I felt guilty in my guile
I held it close, for love’s sake...
and the darkness is within
The sadness brings to bear the emotions of things
The numbing isolation that lack of touch brings
The incomparable sadness, the cool
Calm quiet of dreams
Deceived within the Devils hands
Parting like sheep from the herd
The aching surging and the...
And you are been laid down in a 6ft hole
When you body starts to fade away
And your memories are the things that stays
You feel like a dead, a true dead
But when you are alive and find no one cares
You want someone, but can't find to share
When your heart longs for hope to...
Mucking up all my practice
And by now I think you'd know
The danger in your words
Aimed at the wrong heart
What is it you want from me?
Or don't you even know?
I dumped every drop I had left
Spilling it on the ground
The daily wonders...
The crab’s in
And the money rests in my pocket
The sun goes down on the end of an era
For next year I won’t be here
I’m going on to pastures new
I’ll be watching my boys as they do
The job I’ve done for many years
I hope that the advice I’ve given
(Barvo's note - I don't actually write poems. I have no urge and don't read it for pleasure. I wound up in a writing class taught by a poet, so had to write several poems. When I can't do something well, I hide behind humour. Behold the result!)
Ode to a Lost Sock
I'm sick, and it's a pretty little illness
A prefrontal bacteria that eats away my willingness
To live within the social parenthesis
I'm twisted, sick from this political annilingus.
The jacket that I'm wearing will define my disorder
I'm due to see a professional Visceral...
When I listen to it. I think about her. I remember the two nights I had with her. What they meant to me.When the dark wood fell before meAnd all the paths were overgrownWhen the priests of pride say there is no other wayI tilled the sorrows of stoneI did not believe because I...
Longing for release
Dancing beneath a winters moon
Words are meaningless
Tonight I see the truth
The holes in the hopes
The never audible yes
Only attracted to the ropes
Another of life's sick tests
Injustice, it settles
Just like mist from a rain on a hot muggy...
Each and Every Night
So much do I miss you that
Each and every night as I close my eyes
My heart sees your sparkling eyes, and your smile.
So much do I want you that
Each and every night as I think of you
My heart hears your sweet whispers and your...
And whisper words, then disappear
Can you say you truly hear
I simply do not know
Their words are soft and oh so sweet
Like candy for your ears; a treat
I hear they make your life complete
With advice as they go
I think a fairy came to me
And whispered words to set me...
Waking up in the morning,
another day dawns,
I rush to my computer,
I flip the cold box on.
As it's familiar sounds start,
Time to pour a cup,
I rush back to sign on,
To see if he's already up.
The "Sign In" is complete,
Today begins anew,
I gesture "Good Morning...
feel the nick of you lingering cool as winter's solstice,
feel the nick of you like a dagger cold upon the intangible grace of my skin.
such a sin it was to love you.
And when I am at last ushered into the chambers of sleep,
when I am blanketed in that dark array of...
when I see you
you get me
I enjoy our friendship
I can't see my life with out you.
. your family
you make me happy
hearing your handsome voice
hugging you close
your lips so sweet
your touch on my back
makes me smile.
As a veil in your thoughts and dreams
Image of my red lips and red hair
Is what you remember
But no life is behind those thin eyes
While the real ones gleamed that colour
Like the rest of me
Shards tearing us apart
Or perhaps we were always torn...
For it has no words
In my head
Lives a Secret
I cannot show you it
For it has no form
In my head
Is an empty aching space
Where I invite
The story of my life
The Secret in...
this enchanted place
stands pale in its comparison to thee
crested in a night of armor
a simple wanderer of the truth
in a deathly place for love's fallacies
I wander the distance
finding myself here
this place collapses against time itself
rearing back against its own...
In the gloam
deep in the forest
where the faeries sleep
There is one who knows
She knows the full measure
of you; the flame your smile kindles
The ache your brown eyes afford with every stroke
And the wake you leave in your leaving.
In the gloam
deep in the forest
Keith Kenniff - Portraits Pt.2
Waking up, cold frosty morning
Sun peaking beyond the lid of cloud,
Golden orange glow, breathe,
It’s so much harder today than before.
Coffee, motorway, cars all aligned in a row.
Coming up for air...
I stand upon the epicenter of the world
I am at ultimate peace and harmony with myself
I stand where my body and spirit
Are at one with the universe and the cosmos
I gaze upwards to see a celestial
Divine of ambiance within the clouds
The clouds unveil...
listening silently, restlessly, the echoes of her hear beat that made her capable of living again.
She sat against the hard wooden floor - her body stiffed against the concrete wall- she knew it wasn't the end yet.
Every emotions that went through her heart, she understood it...
than being a poet is to be a muse...
You paint meadows
Filling my senses
With your love
Sings a love song
I would wait
For you to return
Year after year
As I bask in your touch
And I remember the moment
Something stirs inside
And I smile...
Sometimes occasions come our way,
Inspiring memories good and bad.
The occasion that is now close at hand,
Brings me memories of my dad.
The things he taught me have stayed in place,
And have become a map for me to tread.
As he told me about the things in...
I have let the light go,But not let the dark in,The pain from withing spreading my fears,You and I,Standing here alone,We are like each other,The pain consuming me,This world is nothing but a dream,A peace of a shattered memory,Here we go,The secrets we never shared,Each time we...