Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Blue

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Heart beneath blue skies
Bluer than the deep blue sea
Rage into the stars

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Photo by Scott Bailey

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Logs

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Stacked high and waiting
All ready to be consumed
And give out their warmth

Logs
Photo by Scott Bailey

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

In the Earth

By Scott Bailey © 2014

A pewter dragon in the dust
Some curling chains turned to rust
Some old bones stacked in line
A bone comb with a broken tine

Ritual gifts or just waste
Theorise with too much haste
Maybe let the question go
Maybe let the mystery grow

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Lights

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Beacons of hope in darkness
Shining from afar
Reaching out to guide us
But one is fitful and passing
The other faithfully burns
And as always
Nature surpasses invention
The beacon of life shines on

Photo by Scott Bailey
Photo by Scott Bailey

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Tomorrow

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Hurrying, cramming in, rush rush rush
Preparing for tomorrow is all
By the time it’s done
Tomorrow is already gone
And so the cycle goes
On and on

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Golden Foundation

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The world we live in
The very structures of our lives
Built upon gold
But gold is so soft
So who the hell
Made that decision

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

White Cliffs

By Scott Bailey © 2014

To glimpse a snippet
Of the incomprehensible
Just take a look
At the white cliffs
Reaching up from the sea
The result
Of trillions and trillions of tiny deaths
Life
Has been here so long
It has built
Landscapes

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Holes

By Scott Bailey © 2014

There are holes
In everyone’s hearts
Some are big
Made by lives fulfilled
And long
Some are small
Short and brief
Somehow
The smaller
Hurt more

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Ghosts

By Scott Bailey © 2014

A fitful candle
The scratching
Of a quill
On parchment old
A chill
A shiver
A creeping smile
A glint
Ghosts
Are born

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Bubbles Bursting

By Scott Bailey © 2014

All around me
Lies
The ruins of young
Dreams
Away from me hope
Flies
Bursting at the
Seams
So where to go
Now
The truth has been
Exposed
When you don’t know
How
To let go what you
Supposed
Find a new path to
Walk
Step up to the
Task
Start the do and stop the
Talk
Start the make and stop the
Ask
Man up and face the
Truth
You’ve faced worse and
Survived
You’re longer in the tooth
Time to come
Alive

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Magic Time

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Brass cantilever
Golden cogs and diamond heart
Magic seconds pass

Image from PIxabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Dreams flying away
In an excess of real life
The stars just don’t care

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Notes

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Strings and drums
Swells and thrums
Filling halls and domes
Even sneaking in our homes

It warms our hearts
Can upset carts
Evoke our tears
Even stoke our fears

Calm the day
And send away
The darkest thoughts
Even move the worst of sorts

No compare
In empty air
So play the notes
Even on our dreams, it floats

Image from Pixabay

In response to my daily prompt Pressure

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Sunset

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The sun setting large
A swollen ball of fire
Birds settle to roost

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

The Gap

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Two esteemed academics
In high-definition
In a stately home
Discussing Disraeli

Meanwhile
In another land
Another world
A young girl awakes
In the slum
Steels herself
For another long day of work
Man after man after man

And in between the two?

Image from PIxabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Knowing

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Knowing what has gone
Savouring what is to come
Surfing in between

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Swans

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Black swan gliding
Over serene waters
But still
The reflection looks disturbed

White swan slipping
Over icy lake
Frozen
To the heart

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Cages

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The presence of cages does not reassure
Just confirms that there’s danger inside
So the rules on expenses just confirms the fear
That the vultures are circling once more

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Secret Laughter

By Scott Bailey © 2014

One Cara Pilkington-Smythe
A dancer once young and lithe
Left the stage behind one day
Decided on a new way
Married an Oxford star
Together they went far
He conquered financial seas
She blew in like a breeze
To the corridors of power
A bee drawn to a flower
Sipping the nectar sweet
The world was at her feet
They had all they desired
No contingency required
Beautiful homes in beautiful vales
For them, their parents, easy sale
Perfect schooling for their son
Their family secure, every one.
Parties, holidays, swelling banks
Clever accountants give them thanks
Hide away the tax they’d lose
Living how and where they choose
But then the rain started falling
When the scandal came a calling
The houses paid for with expenses
Squirreled out from the benches
Made up claims and other tricks
The media brings names and sticks
Now their lives are not the same
Now they now live with the shame
With their reputation now bereft
It would seem nothing’s left
Except the houses and the wealth
And fine wine to toast their health
And education to ensure
The offspring’s path will be pure
And the network of protecting hands
And the ever-growing lands
And the secret contemptuous laugh
That may be their epitaph

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

In the Deep

By Scott Bailey © 2014

In the deep deep dark
Where pressure builds all around
Scarce light is precious

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Rusting

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Yellow meadow bright
In one corner, rusty red
An old iron shed

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Tiger

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The wild tiger caged
Is more dangerous than those
Who roam in their realm

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Wooden Heart

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Where my heart does dwell
In misty old woodland dell
Where wolves and stags roam

Image fro Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Green River

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Green river long
Green river wide
Green river deep
Rolling on by
Thoughts dropped in
Like pebbles of time
No ripples betray the loss
Of a thought
Carry them far
To the distant sea
Maybe one day
A stranger will see
Them on a distant shore
And set them free

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Starfire

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Made of crystal
So clear
It can hardly be seen
The breadth of seven men
The height of the clouds
The top unseen
Inside
Sparking and crackling
Impossible
Bright and pure
It is filled with
Starfire
For miles around
The land knows no dark
Ever
The question might be asked
Why it was built
Were there anyone around
To ask it

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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

Daggers

By Scott Bailey © 2014

A dagger can be subtle
Not just a sharp stabbing tool
Can slowly cut away supports
Until they fray with time
And then it only takes
A single little pluck
And all comes crashing down
The betrayers hand unknown

Photo by Jaime Reimer on Pexels.com
Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Leaping

The trial of damns
Before the salmon’s reward
Bringing death and life

Image from Pixabay
Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Angel

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Mighty angel falls
Rules over a new domain
Longer verse explains

Image from Pixabay
Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Windy Forest

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Trees
Shifting
High winds howl
Whistling, screaming
The trunks are strong, sturdy and hold the ground

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Twilight

By Scott Bailey © 2014

In an old tractor tyre
A circle of friends
Dwarfed and reverent
In that magic time
Between day and night
The twilight
With new-born stars twinkling
And potential enchantment
Humming in the deep blue sky
Disappointed by the call
To bedtime

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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

Meet the Characters – William

William

William considers himself the only true revolutionary there has been. Living a life of utter destitution below the city, he leads a community of people the rest of the world sees as outcasts and losers.

His is the long game. He know’s the aim, he knows what he is fighting for.

He also knows that he will probably never see the results in his lifetime.

So when the chance to act, the chance to make a difference presents itself will he forget his principles and give up his long-term plan, or stay resolute to his goal?

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Market

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The free market
It pervades every part of our lives
Every fabric of our society
Why
Why did we choose
To put all the power
Into the hands of the few
Greedy individuals
Powerful because of their greed
Who’s great idea was that?

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Drumming

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The heart is the drummer
The lungs a violin
You bring on a timpani roll
That rumbles to my feet
For you I am an orchestra
Though I often clang and clash
I hope my humble melody
Might catch your heart
In a dance

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Rain Falls Down

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Rain falls down
And I like it
All around
In the air
Soaks me down
To the bone
Washes sorrow
Far away
Those who eyes
Despise the weather
Don’t know joy
In the rain
A day’s a day
Weather’s weather
Drink it in
In every way

Image from PIxabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Cutting

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Consuming and not creating
Planning and not making
Thinking without doing
This is the path they took
Into the undergrowth of
Tape and law and greed
So now in panic
They are fighting their way out
Cutting, cutting, cutting.

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Lark

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Lark perched by a lake
Reflected in dark water
A train rushes by

Photo by Rajukhan Pathan on Pexels.com
Creative Writing, Fiction, Mankind Limited News, Poetry, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing

Meet the Characters – Richard

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Richard

Richard burns. He burns with a fury that is too bright for him to look at. He fights the system in whatever inventive ways he can concoct.

He never asks why he fights or what his ultimate goal is. He just needs the fight.

So defeat almost crushes him, forces him to ask himself questions he has been afraid to ask all his life.

Can he survive the answers?

Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Wrong Things

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Perfect thighs
Perfect abs
Perfect eyes
For perfect lives
We give our teens
Aspirational dreams
Of fame and fortune
Imaginary screens
And every flick of every light
Every glossy page so bright
Every song of every type
Every ad with teeth so white
Every billboard, every bus
Every website we like or plus
Every search and every text
Every life that we connect
Every meal and every drink
Every label phrased succinct
The many many many times
Perfect views assault our eyes
Programming the soft and greying minds
To covet
The wrong things
So much effort
Is required
For those minds
Are really wired
With the truth

Image from Pixabay
Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Magic Box

By Scott Bailey © 2014

It purrs like a magic cat
Glows like a willo’ the wisp
Warms like toasted buttered bread
Its spell cast out to the silver screen

Image from Pixabay
Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

The Cat That Turned

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Bubblepot the cat
Decided it was enough
So stole mankind’s keys

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Vales

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Everyday
Everyday
The wistful mist
Rolls on its way
Following
The winding trail
Along the twisting
Shallow vale
Rolling down
From dew green hills
Pausing by
Abandoned mills
Sinking slowly
To the sea
Dissipating
Energy
Underlining
Morning green
Making bursting
Life serene
Until it rises
Into the air
Joining with
The clouds somewhere
Becoming one
Losing shape
From narrow trail
It does escape
Now no more
Gone away
Now no more
Gone away

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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

Meet the Characters – Jane

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Jane

Jane is a rebel. Of sorts. She engages in rebellious activity and she is good at it. If anyone had tracked her exploits they might say she was a genius. Because that was correct no one had ever tracked her.

But the truth was that so far in her life she had been a follower, not a rebel. She had followed her brother into rebellion and lent her genius to his to fight whatever foe he chose next.

She knew nothing else. It had been her life. And she did not realise that her heart was not in it. Not until the right catalyst lights up her passion and her anger. Then her genius is given the chance to really shine.

Yet will she rise to the challenge?

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

I Robot

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Take out my brain
Drain my dreams and aspirations
Remove the need for rest
The requirement to switch off my thoughts
Make me a robot
And everyone else
Will be happy

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Freeflow

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Watching him dance
Watching him move
Sometimes tired
Sometimes in the groove
But always with the zeal
Of four years of age
May it always grow
May it never fade

Photo By Scott Bailey

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Autumn Leaf

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Once I was a seed
Bursting with potential
Waiting to spring out
From darkness into light

Once I was a sapling
Fresh and green and quivering
Stretching up with hope
To the bright blue sky

Once I was a tall stiff tree
Sturdy, proud and strong
Branches reaching all directions
Roots dug deep and true

Now I am an autumn leaf
Tossed upon the wind
My direction is not my whim
When I land…

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Running Through Trees

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Hunting or hunted
Running through trees all my days
To find a still rest

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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

Meet the Characters – Marc

Mankind Limited

Marc

Marc is a model citizen, devoted to the ideals of modern society. Moderately successful in his career, climbing the ladder with a beautiful partner by his side.

So why is he plagued by nightmares? Why is he so disaffected? What is the truth that he can feel trying to poke its way through the noise of his everyday thoughts?

And where will it lead if he finally listens to that truth?

Mankindd Limited
Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

The ShadowMask

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The shock of the ShadowMask
Silent in the street
Where did it come from
To whom does it speak
Does is tell of blood
or does it tell of talk
Does it say charge on in
Or careful where we walk
The starlight high above it
Does not stir a spark
In those deep black orbs
Those eyes so wide and dark
So tell us now oh ShadowMask
We send this plea to you
We forsake all other thought
So tell us what to do

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Fantasy Fiction, Fiction, Mankind Limited News, Poetry, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Thirteen Tales, 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, angry with the system. Who break out of it, try to break it. Who question why they did and falter in their resolve only to be thrown back into the fray. Who discover the truth within themselves. A tale that questions rebellion and its motivations while railing at the oppression around us.

Mankind Limited

Mankind Limited Cover

Or if not the future – then 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

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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 and much more

A Spring of Dreams

A Spring of Dreams Cover

Or take in something longer, deeper and more considered. Buck the trend for quick gratification and enjoy something epic.

The poems in this collection were written over a long period and for different purposes. They are varied but they are all long. And they all represent challenges. Each was a challenge to myself, to sustain a quality of writing for a long period and within tight constraints of form while still telling a story. They also represent and challenge to the reader. The throw off the pressure of everyday life, the pressure to hurry, hurry, hurry to take the time to read something, absorb it over time.

Such effort needs reward, these poems should not be a one-time quick fix. If the reader is going to put that effort in then there should be a payoff, they should be able to continue to get something from it afterwards. Whether that be from contemplation of what they have digested or from revisiting, rereading and seeing things they missed the first time around. So the final challenge to me was to provide this depth of content – not just quantity.

Andervayne’s Dream and Other Poems

Andervayne's Dream