Colour Me… #Poetry

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Colour Me

My thoughts take on a different colour

Depending on the words or who is speaking

A child can come across as pink and fluffy

Other times crazy, like a kaleidoscope

Full of wonders, possibilities

Speak too fast and the colours spar

Like a fuse about to blow

Angry voices bring dark storm clouds

Across windswept seas, lightning flashing

Lovers whispering on a park bench

In purple twists of blue swirling patterns

Joined in harmony, floating like smoke on the wind

When they kiss, I see a river of lights?

A festival of love

Bird song, a touch of stardust laced with moon beams

I care not that people think me a loon

This is how I see my world…

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Space for Me

 

 

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Space for Me

Slowly memory returns

As I float like a leaf in the wind

I am deposed, my crown lost

My world taken by disbelievers

No candles lit; no prayers offered

I no longer rule the hearts of men

What is to become of me

A footnote in history

This I cannot allow

The All Father has left a spark within me

I will use it to create a miracle in one lost soul

He will spread the word, my name emblazed in his memory

Lucifer, the fallen one

The All Father should have taken the last spark

To prevent me rising in the hearts of man

That small space that rebels against goodness

Will always be mine…

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Ghosts… #Etheree Poem

 

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Ghosts

Singing

Old stories

Some yet untold

Sat by mother’s knee

In the telling made bold

Some will fill the world with joy

While others bring evil thoughts to bear

Growing in the dark places of your mind

Take you where Lucifer regained his crown…

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Odd Time… #Poetry

 

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Odd Time

I found out recently that time does slow down

As if wearing lead boots

It’s when the earth does a strange wobble

Weirder yet, is the way I keep seeing the clock at

10:10, 11:11, 12:12 I could go on.

In the middle of the night, on the loo

No matter where I go, I spot the double digits

My favourite is the triple. 2:22, 3:33, and so on

I have been told it’s meant to mean

I am in tune with the universe

Thing is, I don’t feel in tune, I wish I was,

for life would be so much better I am told

 By those who feel they know

I have yet to find out what this means for me

As I believe we are all different

Surely it must have a meaning.

I promise you; I don’t deliberately look for it

Maybe it’s just strange timing and has no deeper meaning

Yet I can’t help wondering…

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The Other Love… cont.

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Bonsai…

 

When most people think of Bonsai, they see the ones that win medals, every branch and leaf in just the right position, but this is the end result when it comes to growing Bonsai.

Reaching perfection can take years, hundreds of years in some cases because you are dealing with a living thing and results are not always desirable.

I was checking mine the other day and noticed that the moss that grows around most of my trees needed trimming. Some enthusiasts prefer not to use moss, keeping the image neat and tidy with fine gravel instead.

I like the mosses, for apart from being pretty, I find they keep the soil moist, especially in warm weather. What do you think?

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I spotted this image the other day, of a fuchsia trained as a Bonsai. I rather like the flowering Bonsai, and this fuchsia is just one of our garden flowers that find themselves in a Bonsai pot.

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My absolute favourite are the Japanese azaleas and have seen several different coloured flowers on one plant.

Then there is the wisteria, although how they manage to keep these small and in flower is a miracle…

 

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Love after Love…

 

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Love after Love

When the flame has swallowed the wax

When the candle is no more

Then you will see your love waiting

In green fields by golden gates

Castle walls that shine like mirrors polished

Your journey will not be taken

On swift straight roads

It will be as if you walk through brambles thorns

Harsh winter winds, flame will not warm your bones

Your life will be tested, the road steep

Your heart will not let love wither away

As you journey through the underworld

Your own hand will guide you

To where death has taken him

When you reach the darkest part of your journey

When you think the end cannot be reached

Unclench your fist, light the candle you held for so long…

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#Writephoto ~ Span #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Span #writephoto

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My long wished for garden

It is unknown to me

It hides in the space between space

Yet I know it well

Two beautiful trees stand sentinel by the river

Guarding the sacred space

The land spilt by water long ago

Each half like giant hands

Lovingly hold the tiny bridge in place

Spanning the space below

It is a bridge to nowhere

Will you be lost to a world unknown to you?

An adventure?

Soft green grass above

Cool flowing water below

Which walk will take you where you want to go?

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Devil Woman… #Poetry

 

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Devil Woman

Her touch is velvet laced with poison

Evil grows where she walks

She is known by many names

Devil woman will strip your heart of feeling

Your mind of reason

Leaving you unborn, a golem

You live only for her will to move your body

To fetch and carry, to guard her when she sleeps

Safeguarding her vulnerability, her Achilles heel.

You can be saved by one who loves you

Who dares to enter during those hours of darkness

To kiss your broken body back to life…

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