By Scott Bailey © 2017
We all have those moments
That we cringe to recall
Should we try to wipe them?
Or are they signposts to us all?
Cringe
Creative Writing
Illusion Time
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Time for illusion
For magic to be cast
For the world to fade
And dreams to ascend
A Blank Piece of Paper
By Scott Bailey © 2017
A
Blank piece of paper
Has
Limitless potential
To become
A plane
A swan
A hat
Or an idle doodle
Or a poem of grief
Or love
Or rage
A protest
A plea
A stiff complaint
A soft seduction
Or
The start
Of a whole new world
Meddler
By Scott Bailey © 2017
We should meddle
With the peddling of their lies
We should obscure
All the surety of their spies
We should extrapolate
What they obfuscate
To find truth
We should hold hands
In bands and lands
Of support
Relieved
By Scott Bailey © 2017
The suits stand ready
To relieve you of your cash
Thus I am relieved
Shining Deep
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Darkness rules the deep
Bio-luminescence shines
Nature wins the day
The Birds that Catch My Eye
By Scott Bailey © 2017
A rustle of brown
A song trilling in the trees
A fine spread of delicate feathers
High, in a clear blue sky, a buzzard soars
Mobbed and harried by dark ravens
The red and gold darting finch
The woodpecker drill
The hooting owl
These are the birds
Catching my eye
These days
Spin the Bottle
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Is life just spin the bottle
As the bottle maker laughs
Or a game of hopscotch
Lines drawn in shifting sand
Children’s games and distractions
Carried over time
Methods and controllers
Programming sublime
Rising Tide
By Scott Bailey © 2013
From the shallows to the icy deep
Where dolphins dance and starfish sleep
Through swaying kale and shifting sand
Feel the touch of an oily hand
Where lights speed by in total dark
Where rest many a sunken ark
Where through the kale fish do slip
Feel a cold and choking grip
Where bubbles rise and currents surge
Where waters from the heavens merge
Where weight does crush both bones and rock
Feel the iron fingers lock
And here my heart it swells and roars
From roiling dark to shattered shores
And I will rise with fury’s might
And crush the hand that picks this fight
So fear the shark with jaws that rend
And the mighty swell that shall bend
Every fence and dam and wall
And drown the rumble of cliffs that fall
And when the hand has done its deed
You will curse your dirty seed
And then, at last, you will see
How small you are beside the sea
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Puncture
By Scott Bailey © 2016
Ugly the scar
We leave upon this earth
As we puncture
And drill, and frack and crack
A long, searing scar
If this is what marks
The passage of our lives
What then will mark
Our passing?
Taper
By Scott Bailey © 2017
The red taper burns
Slow, slow, slow
Till the orange flame gives up
And its wispy soul
Rises
Blue and grey
Finally black
Volume
By Scott Bailey © 2017
The greater the volume
Of opinion
The more stress upon the foundation
The higher the lofty morals
The shakier the ivory tower
Oh how the papers wail
How the timelines howl
The mad feeding frenzy
Of the trolls
Who rule
Supernovae
By Scott Bailey © 2017
A distant star blooms
Shining in the ancient night
Showers of starlight
Triumph
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Hot metal smell
And petrol
Shining chrome
And deep green metallic
The Triumph roars
The Dragon
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Spit and polish
Iron and wash
Put out the bins
Face awash
Head off to work
Stuck in a jam
Ground to a halt
In the program
Morally sound
Ethically cool
Questioning news
Nobody’s fool
But
Still
The Dragon
Stirs
The Man
By Scott Bailey © 2017
He was natty
Never tatty
Always wore a smile
Never tattered
Never shattered
Going the extra mile
So concise
And precise
Clearly had a plan
In control
On a roll
Simply, the Man
When he stopped
Bubble popped
And that was that
He took aim
Such a shame
Ended with a splat
Non Uniform
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Just like school
The non-uniform times
Are when our true colours show
So what does that say
About school
About life
Daisies
By Scott Bailey © 2017
The warm sun colours
The world like dancing daisies
Spread between the graves
Wolf in Snow
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Hard the mud did cake
Matted fur, red blood flowing
On snow-covered wolf
Grey
Owl
By Scott Bailey © 2021
The screech of an owl
Clouds like scratches on the moon
Mouse darts warily
For “Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 369 SCRATCH and Screech.”
Bows End
By Scott Bailey © 2016
Red
Silk sliding
Tantalising thighs
Undulating
Velvet
Whispering wiles
X
Yearning
Zipped zones
Simple
By Scott Bailey 2017
Simple white paper
Flowing blue lines
Birthing complexity
Beyond the bounds
Of reality
Tempting
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Blank white paper sheet
Tempting me to slash with ink
Cutting with dark words
Crossing Out
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Crossing out
Deleting
Inserting
Adding on
Dropping
Expanding
Changing
Evolving
Inserting
Crossing out
Life
And death
Droplet
By Scott Bailey © 2017
Droplet spins midair
Shimmering graceful free fall
Dashed against grey stone
A Spring of Dreams – Nation
By Scott Bailey © 2013
Kerching! Kerchang! Pow!
Our economy picks up!
Soul still desolate.
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.
A Spring of Dreams – Sparks
Tower of Stone
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Tower of stone
Where hearts are joined
Names are blessed
Flesh is laid to rest
Still
The tower is stone
And cannot
Learn to love
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Span
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Span of stone
Taking some to work
Others home
As it has
For centuries
Others watch
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Distant Clattering
By Scott Bailey © 2014
A white wedge
Spotted in the corner
Of a run-down shop
Off the track
Joyful memories swell
And from the past
I hear the clattering
Of a metal bowl
Filling with a quarter pound
Of sherbet lemons
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Peppers
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Hot red and burnt orange
The peppers in the pot
Ready to be plucked
And in the dinner popped
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Gauges
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Whatever happened to gauges
Haven’t seen one for ages
It gives a feeling of age
Does a good gauge
Engineering solid and good
Surrounded by brass or set in wood
The odd jet of steam venting
What were they all preventing
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
On Wing
By Scott Bailey © 2014
On wing
Defying the earth
Submitting to the wind
And trust
Soaring joy
Freedom high
Oh for wings
For real
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Bluebell Path
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Bluebell path
Goes to the heart
A potent sign
Of where I am
Where I have been
My roots are theirs
We share soil
And shall again
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Splosh
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Sleeping Tigers
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Living to please
Rather than to be
More on show
Than on the prowl
But in the beating
Heart and genes
Waits the hunter
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
The Final Bang
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Staring down the barrel
Of everyday life
Wondering how long the fuse will last
Tensing to dodge
The final bang
Never can
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Watcher
By Scott Bailey © 2014
With my lens
Capture the beach
Only to find
A watcher
Staring back
What does it see
The watcher from the sea
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Steel Grin
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Shining steel
A grill like a grin
Of the shark that killed you
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Vanity
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Defying the cold
In blue and gold
Vanity knows no bounds
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Deep Mystery
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Mysteries of the deep
Simple and unique
Floating by in waves
Who knows what it saves
Deep in its memories
Deeper mysteries
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
A Spring of Dreams – Butterfly
Lines
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Back and forth
Criss-crossing
Thick and thin
Loose and taut
A complexity of lines
Just
To go forward
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Needs
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Food and heat and warmth
Constant needs that connect us
To ancestors old
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Broken Teeth
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Like broken teeth
Unmaintained
No longer useful
Yet
Somehow
Pleasing to the eye
Leading us
To who knows where
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Rock Water
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Rock in the flow
Water jumps high
Rock is steadfast
Water jumps for joy
Time passes
Rock is worn to sand
Water flows serene
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Climbing
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Climbing
Slowly to the sky
Many years
Many lives
Reaching for the canopy
We rise
Will we be spared
The axe
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Fangs
By Scott Bailey © 2014
Into the hole
Drawn in by the urge
To know
Waiting
Are fangs
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
The Hunter
By Scott Bailey © 2016
I am the hunter
Dance with me beneath the moon
Shafts of silver light
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