Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Short Stories, Writing

Man’s Folly

By Scott Bailey © 2016

She stared at the artefact. It reminded her of a flower. Well, reminded was the wrong word. She had never seen a flower – there were no more left. They had died out long before she had arrived.

Everything had.

But in the last few months, her colleagues had managed to decipher and read the ancient data they had found here and there. They had pieced together a rough history of this dead place. Not much but enough – enough to know what happened.

Enough to know it could happen to them.

Enough to know what a flower looked like.

Before they had died – somebody had carved a final message on this artefact.

‘Man’s final folly!”

She wondered at that. She could not fathom its reasoning.

It was beyond doubt now that this giant metal flower had been the instrument that had called out to them so long ago. Sent its message to the stars.

And they had heard. 20,000 long years ago she and her colleagues had boarded their ship and started on their way.

In all probability, the flower was still broadcasting then. The carver of that message was still breathing good air.

No more.

There was no more good air. There was nothing left to breathe it.

Was puzzled her more was the fact that the remaining histories made it plain that it was foreseeable. Preventable even.

Yet she could also see that their own masters back home could easily make the same mistake. As advanced as they were the path was familiar.

So it was that she and her fellow robotic explorers had taken the decision to delay their trip home. It would take them 20,000 more years to get back with the warning.

This – folly – could send the message quicker. So here they were trying to repair it get it working again.

A desperate battle to avoid the fate of these long dead people who called themselves human beings.

 

In response to the daily prompt Warning

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Danger

By Scott Bailey © 2014

An ice warning sign
A dark winding country road
Still they whizz on by

Image from Pixabay

 

 

In response to the daily prompt Warning

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Ancient Coast

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Where the crashing sea
Meets the shifting cracking ice
Hunters hunker down

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Fiction, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Thirteen Tales, Writing

What’s that Noise?

Behind the door?

Was it something moving?

Someone?

Just ignore it. Dive back under the covers, carry on reading…

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

By Scott Bailey

A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other are not. Some scare, some are fun. Some play with the concept of a ghost. There are ghosts who are out for revenge and the living avenging the spirits that curse them.

Ideal for sitting around a campfire and late at night under the covers. Or maybe not if the stories themselves are any guide.

Check it out on Amazon and Smashwords and other online e-book retailers.

paperback version is now available for those who prefer the feel of the paper while huddling by the fire – on your own – in the dark – with that noise behind you……

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Farewell to Health

By Scott Bailey © 2018

The jewel in our crown
The pride of our nation
Will be sold
To line the pockets
Of liars


 

In response to the daily prompt Betrayed

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

The Conduit

By Scott Bailey © 2013

A conduit, a bridge or a gateway.
It goes under many old names.
Open it with wonder and reverence,
For the spell will then be underway.

The weakest of hands can undo it
The portal of magical ways
Connecting one mind to another
With a delicate ethereal wave.

Some portals are heavy and dusty
Some dance with electrical sparks
But they all do the same, all show the way
For strange dreams from heart to heart.

There were even once living gateways
Who opened the way with a look
Always there’s one right beside us
The conduit, the gateway, the book.

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

The Swan

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The swan
Majestic in its glide
They say underneath
Is chaos and panic
Frantic
I am not a swan
Nothing serene about me
Just majestic chaos

Photo by Scott Bailey
Photo by Scott Bailey

 

 

In response to the daily prompt Frantic

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

The World in a Book

By Scott Bailey © 2013

The world in a book
For my son
To show him the places
Across the seas
That he dreams of.
The colours,
The creatures,
The cultures and the clashes.
The world in a book in his hands
As one day
The world will be in his hands.

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

A Quartet of Poems

Image from Pixabay

Where the White Wolves Dance

By Scott Bailey © 2014

A ring of solid light
Hovers just above the ground
Spinning with infinity
Casts glamour all around
This is
Where the white wolves dance

It is said the be the child
Of the seed of forbidden fruit
Born from secret knowledge
Found on a hidden a hidden route
Around it
The white wolves still dance

The colour pulses wild
Blue, silver and pure white
Dragging hearts round and round
Beneath the starlit night
And so
On the white wolves dance

In a time-worn trench, they dance
Circling below the light
So deep the light they cannot see
The circle is out of sight
Yet still
On the white wolves dance

The circle has been burnt
Into their very eyes
So while the dark wolf dreams
And while the dear time flies
Onwards
The white wolves dance.

So high upon their mountain
On an island on a lake
Isolated and secure from
The world they do forsake
This is
Where the white wolves dance


Where the Dark Wolf Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

A deep and dark filled cave
Upon a mountain high
Where no light dares enter
And no echo finds reply
Shallow
The dark wolf dreams

A rumble from within
Deep in the dark wolves throat
The echo of the growl
The terrifying note
Fitfully
The dark wolf dreams

Strong appear the chains
That bind him in his sleep
But stronger still the anger
That grows within him deep
Brooding
The dark wolf dreams

Bitter is the dark wolf’s heart
Long his memory too
Some will be spared his wrath
But they are counted few
Grim
The dark wolf dreams

Terrible his waking hours
Thus the grey wolves grieve
Any heart with secrets dark
Had better rise and leave
Briefly
The dark wolf dreams

So do not be deceived
By the mumbling and the snoring
Born of rage and constriction
Of rending and of roaring
And of waking
The dark wolf dreams


Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

By Scott Bailey © 2014

On a barren plain
Where food and joy are sparse
The desolate packs wander
Watching slow time pass
Here
The grey wolves grieve

With rose stained eyes
Patrolling their border wide
Preserving what is left
Of what they hold inside
It’s why
The grey wolves grieve

They gaze across the delta
To far off distant times
Where game and ease were plenty
Than in these austere climes
And so
The grey wolves grieve

Disgusted by the carnage
Where the red fox roams
On guard for rebel spirits
Keeping safe their homes
Where
The grey wolves grieve

Yet what they seek in earnest
Deep within their hearts
They know is far beyond them
Beyond their stilted arts
Endless
The grey wolves grieve

The packs struggle onwards
Huddled in their gloom
Their hearts so full of anguish
For hope, there is no room
In this land
Where the grey wolves grieve


Where the Red Fox Roams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The timid beasties scatter
With tiny racing hearts
The scent of blood approaches
The herd all ways it parts
For here
The red fox roams

The scent of fear it rises
And fans the fox’s fire
Into enslaving passion
To raise the killer higher
Thus
The red fox roams

Filled with hate and ire of
Where the white wolves dance
The dance the fox desires
Denied its golden chance
Everywhere
The red fox roams

The world has grown accustomed
To fear of tooth and claw
The world has grown so weary
Of lives lived short and raw
Still
The red fox roams

The timid beasties scatter
Will never make a stand
They’ll not accept the secret
To gain the upper hand
So proud
The red fox roams

No one knows the course
Where the fox’s road is heading
All they see is darkness
The cast of all the spreading
Death
Where the red fox roams

Image from Pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Quartet

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Silver

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Shining argent in sunlight or silver sheen in the rain
Letter, rings, lions.
Phoenix or tiny names
Even flying angels and leaping fluid cats.
Bright, alluring but for many
The last thing they will see.

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Focus

By Scott Bailey © 2018

Keep them focused
On the trivial
The micro problem
While we steal
Their lives
Away

Photo by Dmitry Ratushny on Unsplash

In response to the daily prompt Micro

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Mayfly

The day follows night
Repeating the witching hour
Except, the mayfly

 

Image from Pixabay

In response to COLLEEN’S 2018 #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 77: CHARM & TIME, #SNYONYMSONLY

Tenuous synonyms for my haiku

#haiku

General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Dreams in the Universe

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Motes of dust
So we have been described
Floating in the vastness of time and space
Small, inconsequential.
Dust motes made of dust from ancient dead stars.
Yet.
So far.
Amongst all we see,
the starfields of diamond dust,
the ancient piercing light,
the glowing, magical, wispy nebulae,
the rainbow rings of Saturn,
the storms of Jupiter,
the blinding light of supernova,
the singular dark of black hole,
world after world
galaxy after galaxy.
Nowhere have we found
yet
Anything that compares
to the complexity, the wonder, the intricacy,
the magic
of
the thoughts of you and I

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Fiction, Short Stories, Thirteen Tales, Writing

Fear

We have a love/hate relationship with it.

We do not want to be afraid. We want safety and comfort.

Or do we?

Underneath, secretly we crave it. The thrill of fear, the arousal of danger.

So turn off the lights. Open the pages and delve in.

Find the thrill in the words.

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

 

Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Inefficient

By Scott Bailey © 2018

When politicians
Say
The NHS
Has become
Too inefficient
What they really
Mean is
Caring
But the word
Is to alien
For them

Image from Pixabay

 

In response to the daily prompt Inefficient

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Worship

By Scott Bailey © 2018

Snake worships the sun
Praying to the gold goddess
Waiting for the rain

 

Image from Pixabay

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #194 Worship&Goddess

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Pool of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Long shadows
Cast their thoughts behind us
Dim our once bright footsteps
An unclean window screen

But flashes from sudden mirrors
Slash though the shadows forms
Glimpses of dreams that past us
Keeping them alive

Though shadows keep on growing
We head towards the sun
In shade our dreams may swim
But they will follow until we’re done

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Fantasy Fiction, Fiction, Mankind Limited News, Poetry, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Writing

Dip Into Something New

Slip away for a few hours, into other worlds – away from all the troubles of this one.

 

Perhaps into the future – a near future – dark and disturbing and yet – so close. There follow the fates of four people worn down and broken – or angry with the system. Who break out of it and try to break it. Who question why they did and falter in their resolve only to be thrown back into the fray to discover the truth within themselves. A tale that questions rebellion and its motivations while railing at the oppression around us. Try it.

Mankind Limited

 

Or if not the future – the other worlds – supernatural ones – that impinge onto ours from – where? Some other dimension? The afterlife? Our own minds?

Where ever they come from – try these Thirteen Tales of the Ghostly variety.

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

 

Or forget them all and take a moment each day  – to read a little poetry and think. Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form. The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love.

A Spring of Dreams

 

 

 

Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Swallow

By Scott Bailey © 2016

The wind gives a lift
To swooping swallow on its arc
Hawk has other plans

 

In response to the daily prompt Swallow

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Star Fathers

 A Lanturne

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Stars
Magic
Fathers dance
Under dark trees
Dream

 

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

A Lost Forest

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Bright flakes of light in dappled leaves
that float on down
where saplings grow
and settle low

And earthy scents rise in the air
As underfoot
leaves crunch and fold
red-brown and gold

The rusty fence that holds it in
it holds us too
back from that time
when we roamed free

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Enroll

By Scott Bailey © 2018

When
Did I enroll
For
This
To be
An oxen
For the
Faceless farmer
Yoke fitted
Ploughing on
And on

In response to the daily prompt Faceless

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Debt

By Scott Bailey © 1998

Do not lightly discard them
with tales of the foolish bold.
They sat for weeks, for months, for years
in trenches freezing cold.
Sometimes feet simply mouldered
in the sucking mud.
And now and then they’d rise and run
and spill their loyal blood.

Do not belittle the suffering
of soldiers now long dead.
With nothing but talk and songs and bombs
bursting in their head.
Bound together with chains of love
shattered by leaden death.
They ended as they had begun
with cries upon their breath.

Do not lightly remember them
with only paper flowers.
they faced the fear, the pain, the cold,
for hours and hours and hours.
They ran together and fell alone
upon those foreign fields.
Protecting those they loved
those frightened human shields.

Do not read these words and think
that these things are passed.
Do not think you will not hear
that deep and dreadful blast.
Do not sit in decadence
and take for granted peace.
You owe a debt to those who died
and that debt will never cease.

Image from Pixabay

In response to Daily Prompt Foreign

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Tsuma (A Katauta)

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Silky dress caress
Swishing – lighting my desire
For your loving touch

 

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

A Spring of Dreams – Trench

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Trench

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Dancing with my wife,
last week the telegraph came:
Coughs ring round the trench.

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Mankind Limited – Succumb

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Would all the earth succumb to the concrete blanket of mankind? Was that the best legacy they could leave? Was their vision that limited?

One day there would come a time when it would be more profitable to tear these trees down than to leave them. Then there would be no power on earth that would save them. Even concerned consumers couldn’t stand in the way of profits anymore.

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Read an excerpt here.

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Sometimes

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Sometimes the things we are due
do not arrive
Sometimes that precious parcel
is lost
Sometimes the blows
are more than we think
we can survive
But we do

It is the ancient sadness
of humanity
Happiness has such
frailty

 

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Stone and Bronze – #writephoto

For Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo prompt

Somehow – I missed last weeks prompt completely. I think by Thursday night I had, had enough of the week. This week has not been much better – so I am recycling again. Using one the picture suggested to me.

This is the picture this week.

 

 

By Scott Bailey © 2014

They left a legacy written in stone
Plain for all to see
Yet there are less lucid signs
Discovered carefully

Lines that lay across the land
Tales of times gone by
Showing us in hidden ways
To be read by those who try

The tracks we walked long ago
The boundaries of old
A story laid on every hill
And every vale and fold.

And on our tongues and in our tales
Echoes of the past
Holy places beyond the cross
Beyond a gulf so vast

Shapes and forms from ancient times
Still glimpsed within the heart
Of dance and song and tales that burn
And every blessed art

 

Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Short Stories, Writing

Talisman of our Times

By Scott Bailey © 2018

Power in the palm
Talentless tablets
Talisman of our times
Shatters
When dropped

Image from Pixabay

In response to Daily Prompt Talisman

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Sighs Matter

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Silk sliding
Fingertips brushing
Lightly

Warm breath
Close
Tingling

Lips shining
Eyes widening
Hush

Moist close
Pulsing closer
Moving

 

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Fiction, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Thirteen Tales, Writing

Shipwreck – Thirteen Tales

Shipwreck

Explorers – or pillagers? The line is thin on the high seas, in strange exotic lands. Those that operate without fear of consequence soon learn their folly. There are older powers in the world than gunpowder and steel.

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Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

By Scott Bailey

A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other are not. Some scare, some are fun. Some play with the concept of a ghost. There are ghosts who are out for revenge and the living avenging the spirits that curse them.

Ideal for sitting around a campfire and late at night under the covers. Or maybe not if the stories themselves are any guide.

Check it out at Amazon and Smashwords and other online e-book retailers.

A paperback version is now available for those who prefer the feel of the paper while huddling by the fire – on your own – in the dark – with that noise behind you……

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Short Stories, Writing

Cable Ties

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Cables ties us
Hold us tight
To one spot
Even invisible ones
Chains
Keeping us busy
Keeping us attentive
Keeping us productive
and consuming
So when they are cut
We are lost
Unable to produce
As we once did

Image from Pixabay

 

In response to Daily Prompt Invisible

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Short and Sweet

A Spring of Dreams

Some poems
Short and sweet
Unlike me

General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

The Gulf

By Scott Bailey © 2013

The gulf between us grows and grows.
I wonder were we ever close?
Is it a myth we tell ourselves?
To give us false kudos. 

One looks on one with envy
the other with disdain
But neither can leave the contract
for nothing is to gain? 

Still the gulf grows wider
bridges tumble down
Yet the ties are tighter
Deeper runs the frown 

Round and round this story goes
Will it ever end
The futile fixing of a problem
That will never end 

So we have to ask ourselves
For richer? For poorer?

Image from Pixabay

 

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Identical

By Scott Bailey © 2018

Rejecting the crowd
Is the same
Identical
Choice
As following the crowd

Image from Pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Identical

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Thunder

Arise
To the thunder
The raging of the skies
Rain, that splits the drought asunder
Rejoice

Tremble
Beneath the aweful majesty
Of natures might roar
Making your heart
Thunder

 

Image from Pixabay

In response to Colleen’s 2018 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 76: JOY & FURY, #SnyonymnsOnly

Had a go at a reverse cinquain this time.

#Cinquain #reverse-cinquain #CinquainPoetry

General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Change

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Shouting into the hole that is the whole
Nothing back.
Raging against the system that is all
Nothing changed.
Staring at the box with the box.
Nothing gained.
Justifying every move you make
Not explained. 

Time to change.

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Fiction, Mankind Limited News, Politics, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing

Read It! Don’t let it come to pass!

Humanity reduced to a bottom line.


Trapped. In a world where everything is measured and control pervades every area of life, four people begin to break down. Instead, they break through the walls of deceit and propaganda and into a world of revolution.

Each, in their way, vow to overthrow the established order. They embark on a journey against the forces arraigned against them, forces of state and self-doubt.

Ultimately their paths converge on a dangerous road and the discovery of an ancient secret.

One one level this is a story about how different people react the ever growing and relentless pressure of everyday oppression. It explores their journeys as they are broken and rebuilt and investigates their modes and motivations for rebelling.

At another level it is a critique on the darker side of capitalism and free markets and how that has driven us further and further away from the evolutionary advantage that gave us supremacy in the first place. It questions whether the human race has doomed itself or whether we still have the capacity to wrench ourselves from the track we have so tightly committed our society upon.

Read an excerpt here.

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Blush

By Scott Bailey © 2018

See the sky blush with
Golden fire heaven sent
And then the darkness

Image from Pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Blush

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Short Stories, Writing

Peace

By Scott Bailey © 2018

When the sea and sky
Are equal to the viewer
By chance, peace will fall

Image from Pixabay

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #193 Chance&Equal

#DailyPrompt, #amwriting, #postaday

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Is it Me?

By Scott Bailey © 2103

Flesh and bones and genes.
Is that me?
Shirt and tie and jeans
Is that me?
The places I have been.
Is that me?
The words of praise, the blame that cuts
Is that me?
The songs I loved, the books I have read,
The colours I paint, what I like in my bread.
Are these me? 

The friends I love and miss,
That is me
The taste of beer and chat,
That is me
The love for my wife and sons,
That is me.
The song bursting in my lungs,
That is me
The stories in my head
That is me
The place where I grew up,
where I was wed,
where one son was named, the other laid to rest

That is me

My dreams that are out of reach
That is me.

Image from Pixabay

 

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Words

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Wherever words roam
Over fantastical lands
The heart rests at home.

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Soundbox

By Scott Bailey © 2013

There are empty spaces
left as people move on,
of the spaces of places long gone,
of times gone by

There is a link between present and past
an energy, a potential,
strung between the memories gone
and the living yet to roll on

The link hums with the tension
and the empty spaces echo back the thrum
deep rich reverberation
layered on the past, the present, the future

Such is the music of life.

 

Guitar sound box
Image from Pixabay

 

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Wails

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Patience stretched as tight
As a humming steel wire
Wails at just touch

Image from Pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Patience

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Nature

By Scott Bailey © 2018

Nature
Claws back its realm
Over many ages
Verdant fingers prying apart
Even
The strongest of our creations
With persistence of growth
Old and fertile
Mother

Car Reclaimed by Nature
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In response to the daily prompt Patience

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Wails

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Patience stretched as tight
As a humming steel wire
Wails at just touch

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Present Ideas

If you are stuck for ideas – here are a few. They are original and different – plus being ebooks they have the advantage of not being hindered by delivery issues 🙂


Mankind Limited

Mankind Limited

Marc trudged on with life, marching in line with his fellow workers. Weighed down by the everyday burdens of life, the pressure to conform, to succeed or face destitution.

Yet he knew, in his heart that it was all wrong, the questions squirmed like fiery dragons in the pit of his heart, beneath his deepest darkest doubts.

Until they grew and burst his sanity, set him on a path of defiance and rebellion. A path that would cross three others – all like him seeking answers.

A path of danger and adventure that would see him marked as a terrorist and fleeing for his life. It would see him find love and heartbreak, hope and despair, Most of all, it would open his eye to the possibility of an ancient and powerful secret that might answer all his doubts and fears.

If he survived.

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Thirteen Tales

As the title says – thirteen tales about ghosts. Yet, while ghosts feature in them all – not all are traditional ghost stories.

You will find the vengeful spirit but also the plaintiff one. The haunting message from the past and the playful spirits capturing the joy of their past lives.

Some of these visitors from beyond lead the haunted to peace and joy – others take them on much darker paths to places with no return.

Enjoy them – just don’t get too comfortable.

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A Spring of Dreams

Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes, sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form. The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love.

If nothing else – these can provide a small moment in everyone’s stressful lives to stop and contemplate the world in a different way.

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Chasing Sunbeams

By Scott Bailey © 2016

See the argent moon
Chasing the brightest sunbeams
Moments slip away

Image from Pixabay
Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Incubate

By Scott Bailey © 2018

Ideas buried deep in the mind
Forgotten, beneath the rubbish
The everyday detritus
Fermenting
Until one day
The green shoot
Of inspiration

Image from pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Incubate

#DailyPrompt, #amwriting, #postaday

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Creative Writing, Fiction, Mankind Limited News, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing

Mankind Ltd – What Right?

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What right had she to make decisions for other people?

What had made her think that those posters were true?

How dare she have the courage to break those chains?

By Scott Bailey 

Read an excerpt here.

Available as

Kindle

or hardback

from Amazon

or CreateSpace

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