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Showing posts with label Fears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fears. Show all posts

Monday, 9 April 2012

The Will Of Love

The Will Of Love !

San Francisco Street Art 

Will I go ? 
Or do I stay ?
Did you love me ?
Why did you stray ?
Has our Love died ?
Have we tried ?

Will I go ?
Or do I stay ?
Do I love you ?
Has our love died ? 
A mortal decay? 

Will I go ?
Or will I stay ?
Will our love last ? 
For all our days ?
Will this love die ?
Will we try ?

I would not go, 
My heart still flows, 
My love is alive, 
We shall grow, 
Our love,
Will survive !

 Submitted to JP At The olive Garden whose theme was Doubts,Fears,Inhibitions and Hesitation 

Friday, 7 October 2011

A Scream In The Night

                   Scream In The Night 

scared catAs I lay with the light shining eerily off the moon,
I slept soundly, morning always came way too soon !
When suddenly, a wild piercing blood curdling scream
Startled me to a jolt from my world of dreams,
I sat bolt upright,chilled to the bone,
Something not human. possessed my home, 
Banging and thumping I could hear from afar, 
The moon light skipped in through my door ajar,
Gingerly, half asleep, I stumbled out of my bed, 
To face the confusion that was causing me dread ! 
The screaming bounced around, resonating off every wall,
I tiptoed as quiet as I could, heart beating into the hall,
The banging and screaming multiplied and amplified,
My beating heart and thumping fear became louder, fortified,
scared catThe source of the hullabaloo became clearer and clearer,
I edged up closer and closer getting nearer and nearer 
To the terrific noise, the source which was now hardcore !
As I felt along the wall with fingertips to the mouth of the door,
Entering I came face to face with a pink coloured tangle,
                            
                            
Goo Oozing out of a face that seemed mangled,

A monster possessed just wanting to fight, 
I'd completely forgot that tonight was that night
I promised, I'd take to it like a duck to water, 
A night I could look after my god-daughter 
A cuddle and coo to this little angel ensued
For if her mummy and daddy knew this story,
I would be totally screwed !!!!



 Submitted to the: The Purple Treehouse

Thursday, 28 April 2011

Flight or Fight

I wrote this on the eve of  The royal wedding with the Jingle Theme for their following week  Doubts, Fears,  inhibitions and hesitations.




Flight  or Fight 


He watched me intently
As an eagle watches prey 
He kept me close to him,
Frightened I may stray. 


I checked his mobile constantly
dove5.gif (30176 bytes)Analysing  ghostly texts
I took all his adulation 
Blew it completely out of context!


He dreamed of church bells ringing 
His bride floating down an aisle
Virgin clothed choristers singing                                                                             
Him taking his prize, proving he was virile !


I screamed at night 
I needed love 
I needed to take flight 
Not to be trapped in a cage like a dove 


 I ran and flew 
I needed to find me 
Before I could find you ...


                                  Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night week 5

                                   

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Life/Death Support.

Life/Death Support

There you lie in your sterile bed,
With your sterile hands and your sterile head.
Tubes growing from your torso and limbs,
Your body intact but your spirit becoming thin.

I look at this person I knew before 
All lifeless and blank,a human no more. 
The tubes are your lifeline,all yellow and clear 
To rip them out and give you your pride,
I would pay dear 
But to have loved and watch you now 
My own Death I fear !