Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Nostalgia

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Worn wooden floor
Distant, ancient scent
Tobacco long gone
Beer, deep red in thick glass
Salt and vinegar crisps
Pickled eggs
Pickled patrons
Warmth and welcome
Long gone like the smoke
One missed

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Errors

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Mistakes seep into
Our minds through repetition
Habitual truth’s born

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

News

By Scott Bailey © 2013

What’s behind the story
What is the reason for that news
Who gets the benefit, the prize
The envelope with the bread
The law successfully passed
The company tracked greased
Somebody’s life made easier
At the cost of somebody else

 
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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Repeating Lives

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Taking my son to my old school
Following the bus I used to take
Still the same number
Basically the same model
The same smell of classrooms
And I wonder
Is this it?
Are we destined
To repeat lives?

It is not enough
I want more
More for my children
Than was there for me
No fear
More doors
No prejudice
More joy in knowledge

Is that too much to ask?

Image from PIxabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Gathering Clouds

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Dark gathering cloud
Brooding and beautiful
Waiting for the flash of light
The spark
The piercing blue-white crack
And the wind
The raw whipping wind
And the release of rain
and the rainbow

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Twentieth Century Taliesin

By Scott Bailey © 1999

I am the factory wall, despised and so defaced
Covered with graffiti, defiled and disgraced.
I am the concrete tower that holds up the concrete road
Bleak and faceless white, bearing my toxic load.
I am the bin on the street, bursting full with waste
Where rats and vermin crawl, around me in distaste.
I am the battered traffic cone abandoned in the hedge
A used forgotten prize of lives lived on the edge.
I am the street side gutter where dirty water flows
A place of infestation, where all the darkness goes.
I am the discarded knife with bloodstains on the blade
The close but unseen menace lurking in the shade.
I am the lofty tower spewing clouds into the air
That speed across the oceans, killing without a care.
I am the broken shelf with screws rent from the wall
That supported all the books and caused them all to fall.
I am the sodden cardboard box flapping in the street
Broken, limp, forgotten, always under feet.

Once I was a poet, bright-browed with golden-haired
Playing harp and singing, songs into the air.
Once I was a druid learning from the trees
Drawing strength from bark and wisdom from the leaves.
Once I was a warrior with proud and shining sword
Singing with my war-band a deep heroic chord.
Once I was a chieftain with princes round my hearth
Against war and cold and famine, our mighty hearts did laugh.
Once I was a king whose soul was all the land
Who tended all his people with a strong and generous hand.

But I made other people suffer
Now suffer myself in turn.
But as you wreak your vengeance
What lesson do you learn?

What lessons do you all forget?

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

The Pool

By Scott Bailey © 2013

They trickle in
The protesters, the bitter, the dispossessed, the poor
They swirl in slow currents
Exchanging thoughts, views, ideas.
An oasis for the outcasts

The Man sits by the pool
And fishes
Taking what he needs
Watching the rest

The pool holds no threat

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

Get into the Halloween mood.

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts. Settle down in the dark and lose yourself in fear….


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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.

Available on Kindle and paperback 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……

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Storms

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Clouds piling up dark
Lightning flashing – sky to ground
Rumbling all around

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Explorers

By Scott Bailey © 2013

We brave explorers together
Wearing imitation leather
And as silent as a feather
We toiled through the darkest weather onto our prize

Through mountains and valleys we walked
By tigers and lions were stalked
And as brave as we always talked
There came a time when we just baulked against the size

Of the hunger in our bellies
Off with our explorer wellies
Broke out the ice cream and jellies
And retreated to the telly’s noisy comfort

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

The Joke

By Scott Bailey © 2013

I am a mirror
Distorted
Even cracked
But a reflection still
I share with you my fear
And passion
My fear is blue
Deep dark blue
All sharp angles
Like shark fins
And knives
Fear that turns me
As white as a clown.
Alas, my fear is my passion
My love
I seek it out
To taste the thrill
Of the fear and the chase
And I share it out
While I play my games
with the orphan
the fear
the dark, dark blue
that bears
the sign of the bat

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Reality

By Scott Bailey © 2013

No reality.
That’s what attracts them
No history, no baggage
Only dreams of the night
That’s the attraction of the mistresses,
the hookers and the one night stands.
No reality.

Better to live in real love
Than empty dreams

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Steely Stress

By Scott Bailey © 2013

The lights on the corners of the boxes of steel
Are giving me a pain in the head
Like the fools who drive slowly in the outside lane
They are driving but their brains are dead

They have a purpose those lights you see
And I expect them to flash
Maybe that is my big mistake
Forgetting people are so rash

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, General, Poetry, Writing

Divine

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Imagine
Me
I kill without discrimination
for race, for age, for sex or sexuality
I take saints and sinners
I take your loved ones
in return
I deal you pain
without explanation
when asked
the answer is
that you cannot hope to understand me
As a man
you would lock me up
revile me
or label me insane
But I am divine
So that’s OK then

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Shadows

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Our voices are simply the shadows
Cast by our dreams and our thought
If the shadows become ineffectual
Then our voices will end up as naught
Yet shadows can give us the outline
Of what is looming above
If we take note of the darkness
We can give those dreams a shove
One thing we must yet remember
To give those shadows a shape
Sunlight is needed behind it
From brightness, the dreams will escape

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

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.

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Web

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Glistening silver
A delicate spider web
Fallen tree around

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Poetry, Writing

Fallout

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Taut relationship
Strained over a bloody mess
Chemical fallout

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Boxy

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Worn out, knackered, done
A brimful of boxy fun
In old Legoland

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poetry, Writing

Memory Lane

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Sound, sound, drumbeat hard
Too loud, who cares, light flashing.
Thumping beat, hot air, alcohol haze.
Saturday nights of days gone by

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Sonnet for our Times

By Scott Bailey © 2013

So it seems to me that beyond the news
Beyond the web of the media spin
There are places still where the only views
Are battlegrounds full of unearthly din

I see the most pious places burning
Where the holy words still hold high accord
Where simple souls for peace are still yearning
The peace that those holy words won’t afford

Yet here where reason and science abound
We live comfy lives secure in our ways
No bombs rain down on our manicured ground
There is no revolt, no passion ablaze

There’s something wrong with this picture I see
Is it really this way, can you tell me?

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Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Winter

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Winter’s wind blows fierce
through silk and wood it does pierce
a lonely howling

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Evening Beach

By Scott Bailey © 2013

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Splashing on the beach
Throwing pebbles in the surf
With red sun sinking

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Intolerance

By Scott Bailey © 2013

I am a tolerant man no more

Intolerant of inequality
And all who promote it
Intolerant of injustice
And all those who peddle it
Time to make the world
The way it should be

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Society

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Is society
Tension on the webs between
Elites and masses

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poor Race

By Scott Bailey © 2013

As a race
We should step up
To eliminate the gap
Between the haves and the have-nots
Between the singers with their bling and the slaves on the line
Between the bankers with their blank cheques and the children in poverty
For most of history most men women and children
Lived in misery, died hungry.
We are a disgrace
As a race

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Wonder Shore

By Scott Bailey © 2013

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Photo Credit: Scott Bailey 2013

Back from the shore
Into my arms.
After an explore
In a world of charms

A world full of wonder
Mystery and fun
Of beaches and crabs
And space to run

Breathing salty air
Hearing laughter ring
Dancing without a care
Of what tomorrow may bring

So dance some more my son
Enjoy the sun and sea
When the day is done
Run back home to me

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Modern Times

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Primary colours or simple fruit
Clickety click click and point.
Open the way to a blind deluge
Illuminate the mind

Bright blinding highway – superfast.
On a never-ending roll
Swallow it all until we drown
Where is the straw of truth?

Image from Pixabay

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Green Board

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Turn upon turn upon turn upon turn
Green upon green upon green upon green
Tracks and tracks and shining silver
Decision-making machine

Can it take the pressures
Of expectations on board
Will I

Image from Pixabay

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Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Uncaring Mirth

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Laughter echoes
In rarefied halls
Between clinks from glasses
Raised in champagne toasts
While expensive soles
Walk heavy
On broken dreams and despair

Image from Pixabay

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Creative Writing, General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Flown

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Another one lost
Too short, too precious, and gone
Little heart flown high

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