By Scott Bailey © 2000 Rapists come and golike billsgrit your teethbear itpay Carry a…
Category: Poetry
By Scott Bailey © 2014 “My patience is almost spent.” “I apologise Mr. Dickens. The…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 I stand on the shoreUnsure. IntimidatedBy the great green deep…
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Why aren’t we railing?Why aren’t we mad?Why do we sit…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Where is the localThe friendly greengrocerBaker, butcherThe watering holeThe fire…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 In the red embersThe wake of the forest fireFresh green…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Time for illusionFor magic to be castFor the world to…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 ABlank piece of paperHasLimitless potentialTo becomeA planeA swanA hatOr an…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Darkness rules the deepBio-luminescence shinesNature wins the day
By Scott Bailey © 2017 A rustle of brownA song trilling in the treesA fine…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Is life just spin the bottleAs the bottle maker laughsOr…
By Scott Bailey © 2013 From the shallows to the icy deepWhere dolphins dance and…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 A distant star bloomsShining in the ancient nightShowers of starlight
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Spit and polishIron and washPut out the binsFace awash Head…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Just like school The non-uniform times Are when our true…
By Scott Bailey © 2015 Hard the mud did cakeMatted fur, red blood flowingOn snow-covered wolf
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Stereotypical headlinesReactions just the sameAmple opportunityTo apportion blame Night time…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Magical detonationsStars dyingDust flyingSeeding usNot all explosionsBring death
By Scott Bailey © 2017 This is is ageOf SHOUT firstAsk questions laterOf passionWithout pauseOn…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Catapults and boiled sweetsSailing boats and jam jarsWatching tadpolesPlaying in…
By Scott Bailey © 2016 Tiny, warm, fragileFingers tightly holding mineTreasured memories
In these times of quick gratification and short attention spans, I decided to try and…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 I am a shipCrowded into the harbour wallAnchored soundAnd safeBut…
William William considers himself the only true revolutionary there has been. Living a life of…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Always descending, never ascending.Moving downwards, moving down.I can’t get used…
A flight of fantasy, magic without bounds, imagination run wild for the fun of it.
By Scott Bailey © 2017 CollaborationIs knocked out of usSystematicallyIn the school systemFilling us up…
