free,
I'm back to my old roots again.
Black Coffee
Expired black coffee lay in the sugar tin,
Shaded fishes float with one less fin.
Dark hounds don't know where to begin,
When the white wolves remain as king.
We all walk together on the same roads,
Salt and pepper, you know how it goes.
But as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
All I see is angels cooking crystal meth.
And as I walk through the valley of the mirror of life,
All I see is demons with a surgical knife.
Now let's turn to religion and quote the Lord,
Beg for forgiveness for drawing a sword.
That fruit is forbidden young little Eve,
Adam shoots before she can think to be a thieve.
The Lord forms an excuse of sudden rage,
Now the snake is locked away in a political cage.
Snowflakes lay on the coal in chains,
Snowflakes water the coal for profitable gains.
Snowflakes melt and enter the dark,
Whilst shadows conceal and enter a spark.
The colours of Christmas warm me
Spill whiskey on the table,
my thoughts are my haunting foe,
the colours of Christmas warm me,
even when she kisses me with snow.
I'll stumble through the cages in my brain,
and she will bless the keys with ice as she
follows me until I trip and crush my
shins against my knees.
I'll crawl through the black cells in my veins,
as she stares into my empty eyes, so
she can dance on my iris and laugh
in screams until my blood streams.
I'll follow the droplets of red into my pulsing heart,
the beat will tie my chest with a
rope that she clenches with her ghost
teeth, until the living sounds stop.
I'll glide towards the gate of which the bright lights showcase,
my wings will be cut in the clouds
because heaven has been burnt by
the infernal rage of the dragoness tongue.
Spill whiskey on the table,
my thoughts are my haunting foe,
the colours of Christmas burn me,
even when she floods my skull with snow.
Jungle Substance
Crushing crystal with my last coin,
Lids open wide like the wings of a butterfly,
Mind and soul find time to conjoin,
Sour throat hides the sound my battle cry.
Pyramids collapsing.
Brain is elapsing,
Tigers rushing,
Elephants pushing,
Snakes biting.
Lions fighting.
Monkeys crying.
Fish are flying.
Peace at last.
The Lighthouse Beams
. . .
The Lighthouse Beams consists of uplifting, fun and happy themed poetry. I haven’t written much of that throughout the years, but there have been times when I have wanted to mess around with some rhymes and create silly scenarios.
Recently I have been more focused on positive writing, but at the time of publishing this book there wasn’t much to share. It is likely that my future works will contain a lot more upbeat, fun and ridiculous pieces.
Lonely Oak
There was once a tree outside the forest,
That stood taller than them all.
The oak formed an outlasting promise,
Whilst the forest burnt in a storm.
When alone you are stronger than ever,
Your leaves form fast whilst others endeavour.
Bouncy Balls
Small spheres
Bouncing in the sun
Shadows on the concrete
Children having fun
Laughter in the air
Friends showing care
Shadows on the concrete
Children having fun
Larry had a lamb
Larry had a lamb
A lamb had Larry
Larry liked the lamb but he didn’t like Gary
Gary was a goat
Gary had a boat
Gary couldn’t float
Gary had a Larry
Larry had a moose
Her name was Luce
Luce had a goose whose name was Bruce
Bruce had a head
He laid it in bed
That’s when he said
‘Why is Larry dead?’
Luce started to cry
Because she didn’t know why
Why Larry had to die when her water bowl was dry
You are not broken
You are not broken,
the pieces in your head are just misplaced.
Forget the words spoken,
free your mind from what it has faced.
A new time is dawning,
there is always a place to start again.
Wake up in the morning,
release yourself from all the pain.
Happiness is calling,
go to the station and board the first train.
New friends are waiting,
millions of people feel the same.
Betty
Little miss Betty
Was walking her confetti
When a giant yeti
Came and ate her spaghetti
Little Betty cried
But soon the yeti died
Because a two eyed bride
Pulled out a machete
Frogs
Frogs on the walkway
Frogs in the air
Frogs in the doorway
Frogs in underwear
Frogs in the hotel
Frogs in the grass
Frogs in the oil well
Frogs in the class
Frogs on the TV
Frogs in the pool
Frogs in the palm tree
Frogs in the school
Frogs on the table
Frogs in the pub
Frogs in the stable
Frogs in the shrub
Frogs on the school bus
Frogs all around us
Giant Chicken
There was once a giant chicken,
that laid a giant egg.
One day the egg started kickin',
and out popped one leg.
The other chickens would giggle,
for they all had two.
The new-born chick could wiggle,
but walking was untrue.
The new born chick got mad,
and asked them for a fight.
The other chickens felt bad,
when he was crying all night.
A wizard chicken came to see the chick,
and said he had a cure.
Abra Kadabra would do the trick,
but the results were quite poor.
The new born chick now had two legs,
but also had four heads.
Ben’s Pet Snail
Ben had a pet snail,
a very strange one indeed.
It had a short tail,
and four legs at slow speed.
Ben's snail had a large shell,
and a slime trail was no worry.
Ben's snail had a strange smell,
but at least it wasn't as bad as curry.
Ben's snail lived in a tank,
swimming around in the water.
Ben said the water couldn't be drank,
and that he was having a daughter!
The Headless Eagle
I was walking
through the town,
when a sudden eagle swooped down.
"Hello!" I said,
"Where is your head?"
The eagle made no sound.
I poked it with a stick,
but the eagle did not budge.
I began to feel quite sick,
when I noticed splats of red sludge.
"Silly me!" I said,
for the eagle was dead,
and that's why the eagle had no head.
Clean Eyes
Spit a million brilliant white stars into the sky
Smile like a reptile feeding off a thousand crickets
Dance with the birds and planes until you begin to fly
Do not explore a funfair when you have all the tickets
Sunsets are pretty but sad when the darkness masks
A stunning settlement to why wolves kill at night
Open your eyes to shine light upon the uncompleted tasks
The wolves will flee as your beauty summons a sprite
Gaze beyond the flourishing stars you spat out
Grow a third eye in the middle of your mind
The tears down your cheek are going to sprout
Align the winds to a breeze where you can unwind
Allow your eyes to turn into ancient artifacts
See the sensational space around you in different shapes
Another Beer
Through the wooden ark of laughter and cheer
Settle a merchant that sells food and beer
Venturing onward grants you a yellow fizzed river
For only two gold coins you can devour your liver
Sailing through the foam and sugar
Spitting out words to request another
A few more down until the storm breaks out
The sails have torn so you begin to shout
Eventually you sink
And start to think...
"Did I really need another drink?"
Alice’s Cookie Jar
I picked up a cookie jar and opened wide,
only to find there was an Alice inside.
She said go ahead kid,
take a chocolate biscuit,
then slanted her eyes and said ‘if you wanna risk it.’
I picked up a cookie and opened wide,
only to find there was a slug inside.
The slug ate my fingers and all the cookies too.
And that's why cookies are really bad for you.
Sam the tastiest clam
Who is the tastiest clam?
I am the tastiest clam, said Sam.
But Sam did not know that he was not so,
because Sam was a clam, covered in snow!
Heart Shaped
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Romance poetry is my least favorite genre of poetry. The works I read are often not relatable or too cliché. I’ve had problems with relationships in the past, but for the last three years during my writing period, it has been smooth sailing. I must be lucky.
Despite romance not being favoured, I have still written some poetry about love and hate in relationships. The most positive I have wrote in dedication to my fiancée, the lesser positive ones are inspired by the struggles of my family.
Miss Communication
I use my whiskey glass as a walkie-talkie,
She uses her wine glass as a mobile phone.
Sound