Haunted…

 

 

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I touched the sky and found it haunted

A million souls held my hand

My mind raced through their lifetimes

The sad, the lonely, stuck between worlds

The minds of great philosophers

When I retract my hand

Will my mind retain their thoughts?

There is one above all that haunts me

Da Vinci, pleading for more life

I have more to give

His words echo in my heart

I wanted to tell him that life

Is right there waiting

to bite you in the arse

Like a junk yard dog…

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I should have stayed in bed…

 

 

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There are times when I know the universe is dead set against me.

It’s a sunny day until I step outside. There’s a sudden downpour.

When a dog leaves a parcel that’s not picked up by its owner

I will be the one to slip on it

If someone walks toward me, I sidestep, they do the same.

It’s like crashing into a mirror with a strange face looking at you

If a carrier bag load of shopping has a dodgy handle, its mine

So, it’s scrambled eggs tonight

I wish the universe had told me to stay in bed…

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Colleen’sWeekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 140 #SynonymsOnly

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Black

Lightning

Hides behind

Murky misty

Dark storm clouds growing

Hiding like an evil twin

A powerful force throwing

Anti-matter out into space

A black shroud put the world in mourning

Clouds bubbled boiled caught in a cauldron

Bright luminous skies return new-born days

Kissed by mornings long shining fingers

Hope carried in by sweet birds’ song

ideas grow from summer sun

written under blue skies

red sails on clear seas

gold days that last

friends that stay

through days

past

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Trapped… #Poetry

 

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Trapped

For thirty-two years

My face trapped inside an iron mask

Royal treatment gives no comfort

As guards bow on entering my cell

Yet they make no attempt

to rescue me from this torment

my face, long forgotten

yet my mind never ceases to work

remembering each moment

where I am meant to be

who I was born to be?

I pray for my memory to fade

That darkness never comes

It is the face of my brother

That keeps memory alive

At night my thoughts grow dark

I have killed him, torn his body apart

in thousand different ways

Would you not want to do the same?

Trapped as I am?

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Time… #Poetry

 

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Time

I will meet you by the bridge

On the other side of time

The space between the stars

Holds the story of us

Our thoughts echo through the universe

Do we create new pathways?

Trying to catch the seven souls that belong to us

We need find only one

That creates new life

Finding the eight soul can take many lifetimes

As it was with Buddha, Krishna, Christ

It seems to me that the eight

must contain all seven souls

The body, the breath of life,

the astral body, plus so much more

The first three are said to be eternal

Therefore, they must contain

the essence of all souls

The memory, the shadow of our other lives

I believe this triple soul we carry

is the reason I know I will meet you

by the bridge of all knowledge of Divine Law

I will give up my eternal soul

To live one moment beside you

To feel your heartbeat one last time

I would spend eternity in hell

I pray it will not come to this

That we will find what we are looking for…

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#Wordle 416 #Poetry

 

 

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My body lay on a cold mortuary slab, shot full of holes

Clean white sheets hide me from the world

My mind held in a strange unknown universe

I could see, hear the world that I left behind

News reports read, body of unknown man

Found on the banks of the river Thames

I watch as my young daughter kneels by her bedside

Praying for my return

I wait, listening to her call, please daddy, come home soon

My state of mind must be damaged by the bullets

I don’t believe in God yet find myself praying

If good deeds count in the plea

I beg for them to be considered

I made a deal with God to bring me back,

I wait for his answer…

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Waiting…

 

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Waiting

I sit in my office waiting for inspiration

Listening to my computer breathing

The keyboard itching for my fingertips

To find the right words, knit something together

That would pass muster and hopefully

someone might want to read…

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#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

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Dark Places

Our universe has an evil twin

That’s where I live,

walking through black molasses

With the past present and future

Stuck in the same place

My life has been overlaid

by the juice of a poisonous apple

There are times when I believe

I am living on the dark side of the moon

Where the unknown waits

Taking time before devouring my soul

Sleeping dreaming, it is all the same

Nothing changes in the dark spaces of my mind

There are black holes

where my other six souls try to live

I pray for just one to be reborn…

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#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 32

 

Jaye's Journal x12

 

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Have you ever had one of those weeks when you have been so busy you haven’t had time to think?

Has your to-do pile grown so big you’re having nightmares about dealing with any of it?

At the end of every day do you wonder why you don’t seem to have achieved anything, despite being on the go all day?

Well, this week was the closest I have ever been to hell without getting burned. The stress levels in the family were at crisis level for a while and none of us coped with it very well.

The WIP (PayBack) is finally finished (I think) and I have just uploaded it to KDP as a draft, so I can have one final read through on Kindle. This is such a brilliant idea! It’s like reading someone else’s book!

Which is handy, because I was getting really fed up with constantly reading my printed copy. On Kindle, I should be able to spot anything that might have slipped through the net.

Time to start preparing the launch. I have been organising like crazy in my head and have a pile of notes on the subject, but now I must make all the right decisions, as PayBack might just be my last book and I want to do it proud, so to speak. Stopping writing doesn’t bear thinking about really, but I found this one so hard to write. I never thought I would ever stop, but the jury is out now, so who knows what will happen once the dust has settled.

First, I must get past the second of my cataract removals next week, and I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to being able to see properly again. The last few weeks have been a nightmare, what with the good eye fighting the bad one all the time. Everything I have been doing lately has been managed just a few inches from the PC screen. (I have been Mr Magoo for long enough) All of this was giving me serious headaches and my neck and back muscles are never going to forgive me.

The housework (what housework?)  has suffered and the garden is a mess, and to be honest, the mountain of outstanding jobs is beginning to look impossible to climb, but who knows, we must be in the running for at least one miracle.

Pity we don’t get to choose which one!

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#Writephoto ~ Within #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Within #writephoto

 

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Different Eyes

Although I am sitting safe inside

the hollow space of an ancient dolman

The land outside with its long hill

Scattered rocks, could be an alien landscape

Here I could meet new souls

Expand my mind with knowledge

yet unknown to those of us on earth

Teach me how to save this beautiful blue planet

The ancient dolman whispered its own secrets

As I sat in silence with my companion

Waiting for the stars to appear

I had no words as I held my breath

I was looking at a dark blanket

Of diamond sparkling stars

More than I had seen before

My heart could hold no more of the wonder

Without letting my tears fall

How can the massive destruction above our heads

Be clever enough to leave us the beauty of such violence

I care not, so long as I can look upon this moment in time

I felt pleased with myself for deciding to stay so long

To see the outer edge of the milky way

Our home…

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