Grim Nostalgia

Let the waves of nostalgia and reflection wash over you with ‘The Well of Sunken Dreams.’ These poems offer a haunting exploration of the dreams that never came true. #Poetry #Nostalgia”

Waves of emotion

This collection of poems is a reflection of my thoughts about this and other darker aspects of modern life. In my other collections, I like to balance this side of my ruminations with more optimistic explorations. This did not seem appropriate here. This is my equivalent of a grunge phase.

It also contains largely previously unpublished works that have not appeared anywhere else.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

Daily Poetry

Each day holds a new dream, a new emotion, and a new perspective in “A Spring of Dreams.” Join Scott Andrew Bailey on a poetic journey that spans a year and encapsulates the essence of life’s varied experiences. #PoetryForLife

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.

Andervayne’s Dream and Other Poems – teaser

Take a break from the hustle and bustle of daily life and savour the rich, lingering experience of Scott Andrew Bailey’s long-form poems. These verses are a testament to the power of patience and reflection.

#poetry #epicpoetry

Andervaynes Dream Excerpt

Welcome to my dreams

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

The Well of Sunken Dreams

Dive into the depths of reflection with this raw and poignant collection. Explore the disillusionment of a generation sold a dream that never materialized. Through unfiltered verses, uncover the truth of modern existence and confront the harsh realities of unfulfilled promises. This is poetry that speaks to the soul, offering solace in shared experiences and a glimpse into the shadows of our collective consciousness.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

The Colour of Dreams

Experience the world through a kaleidoscope of emotions in this vibrant anthology. Journey through verses intricately woven with the hues of life, each colour painting a unique narrative on the canvas of existence. From the depths of sorrow to the heights of joy, explore the myriad shades that define our dreams and aspirations. Embark on this poetic odyssey where words and colours intertwine, inviting you to immerse yourself in the beauty of expression.

The Colour of Dreams

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.

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

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.

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.

Andervayne’s Dream and Other Poems

In these times of quick gratification and short attention spans, I decided to try and buck the trend and present something not only with greater length but also depth.

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 the reader. To 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

Amidst a culture of instant gratification, I sought to defy the norm by offering a collection that values both length and depth. These poems, crafted over time, are not just long but layered with challenges. They push the boundaries of form and storytelling, inviting readers to slow down and savor the experience.

As a writer, my aim was to provide a lasting reward for those willing to invest their time and attention. This collection isn’t a quick fix—it’s an invitation to explore, contemplate, and discover nuances with each revisit. Join me in embracing the challenge of depth over brevity.

The Colour of Dreams

As I sifted through my trove of poetry, intending to curate a selection of fresh, predominantly unpublished pieces, a curious pattern emerged. I realized that colours frequently adorned my titles, and even when absent, the essence of colour permeated many of my verses.

Intrigued by this recurring motif, I made a spontaneous decision: why not compile a second collection? This time, a thematic exploration centred around the vibrant spectrum of colours. Thus, a new project was born—a collection of poems intricately woven together by the common thread of colour.

Within these pages lie a kaleidoscope of musings, a testament to the myriad hues that paint the canvas of our existence. Each poem a brushstroke, capturing fleeting moments and profound emotions, mirroring the boundless diversity of the universe we inhabit.

From the tranquil azure of a summer sky to the fiery blaze of autumnal foliage, from the soft blush of dawn to the velvety darkness of midnight, this collection traverses the entire spectrum of human experience.

So here it is, presented for your contemplation and enjoyment—a celebration of colour in all its splendour, a reflection of the rich tapestry of life itself. Welcome to a world where poetry and colour intertwine, inviting you to immerse yourself in the vibrant symphony of words and hues.

The Colour of Dreams

Trace

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Water traces curves
Of showered, moist skin, fingers
Follow down to play

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Buff

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Buff is a box
An almost fraternity
They try to squeeze you in
At any cost.

Some of us
Obviously won’t fit
So are discarded
Straight away

We are the ones
To watch
We are the ones
That bring the change

We are the ones
To fear

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Detonations

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Magical detonations
Stars dying
Dust flying
Seeding us
Not all explosions
Bring death

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Memories

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Sunlight pleases him
Teases him with memories
Blotting out real life

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Catapults and Boiled Sweets

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Catapults and boiled sweets
Sailing boats and jam jars
Watching tadpoles
Playing in the woods
Hunting newts
Swings and roundabouts
Wistful thinking
For the days
That never were

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Holding Hands

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories

Image from Pixabay

Sailing, Unfettered

By Scott Bailey © 2017

I am a ship
Crowded into the harbour wall
Anchored sound
And safe
But I can see the sea
Beyond the gap
Calling
Lulling
The storms come
The harbour shields
But still, I am tossed
And battered by
Uncaring waves
The chain is strained
The anchor holds
For now
So many storms I have seen
How many more
Before the chain breaks
Setting me free
Lost at sea
Sailing unfettered
Unmoored

Photo by Scott Bailey

Always Descending

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Always descending, never ascending.
Moving downwards, moving down.
I can’t get used to this feeling
Moving downwards, moving down.
Is it really like this? What are we doing?
Do we really want this?
Is this the thing to be?
The chains that pull the valves and the levers,
That drive the steam through pipes of dreams.

Dream worlds falling, morning calling,
Pull the chains on, shoulder the yoke.
Down to business. Down to labour.
Moving downwards, moving down.
I don’t like this, what am I doing?
I don’t really want this, what is to be?
Enter the shaft that takes us downwards.
The light is dimming as our dreams descend

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Qualm

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Calm your qualms
It’s all change
It’s all good
Still
The trembling
Still

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Collaboration

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Collaboration
Is knocked out of us
Systematically
In the school system
Filling us up instead
With competition
And greed
Perfecting us
As the ideal consumers
The perfect wheels in the
Machine
Those who hold the levers
Know
Collaboration
Could bring them down

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If you liked this poem check out my novel – the theme of this poem is the central theme of the book – see below.

Mankind Limited

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.

On one level this is a story about how different people react to 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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Karma

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Let not victory
Excite you too much, karma
Has her eye on you

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Official Hospitality

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Government Guide to Hospitality
We welcome you with open arms
If you can afford it
If not, go to hell

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Buffalo

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Sunset of the plain
Buffalo are running fast
Into leaden death

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Owners Guide to Cattle

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Keep them on the verge
Of being panicked
Keep them unsure
And afraid
Whip them into a frenzy
Then collect the coin they make
Prod them where you need them to go

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Concert

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Speaker throbs with bass
Notes leap higher and higher
Feedback thrills the crowd

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Deep Roots

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The roots of the trees are deep
In the deep of the old old forest
Digging in the dirt, drinking in the earth
Long are the memories
The past seeping slowly from
Root to trunk to branch to leaf
Contemplating
Ripped up.
Houses built.

Image by Filipes from Pixabay

Latecomer

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The latecomer arrives
The straggler
Moving slowly and surely
Youth spent
Only to find
Everyone else departed
Leaving him
With only their mistakes

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The Eye

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Behold the great eye
Watching through the trees, maybe
Just a butterfly

Butterfly Wing

Curse

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The tiger curses
Beautiful, perfect pelt
The hunter’s desire

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Wonders

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Starlings swooping down
As they spy the big city
Wonders await them

Image by Unachicalinda from Pixabay

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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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.

On the Cusp

By Scott Bailey © 2017

On the cusp
Of hell and
Something else
Who knows what

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Prudence

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Prudence
Saves me
From rash acts
And decisions
Damn prudence
I need to fly!

Image by Public Co from Pixabay

Seasons

By Scott Bailey © 2017

I’m fresh out of spring
Beyond the long summer days
Winter is coming

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Parlay

By Scott Bailey 2017

We swing from lack of
Parlay to way too much talk
Blessing or a curse?

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Free

By Scott Bailey 2017

Let the wind blow me
On the course of its desire
The ocean’s freedom

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Hesitation

By Scott Bailey 2017

I hesitate
Vacillate
Dissemble
Hold back
Yet the words I need
To express to you
Are bursting
In me
They need freedom.
I
I
OK
Here goes

Um.
Where did you go?

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Quicken the Resistance

By Scott Bailey 2017

Maybe
The danger we face
The sheer wall of darkness
Will quicken the protest
Flesh the resistance
Hasten the day
The snowballing
Of the revolution

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The Secret

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The ancient secret
Burns in our hearts and our blood
Obscured by sharp lies

If you really want to know the secret check out Mankind Limited

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Difference

By Scott Bailey 2017

You say center
We say centre
You say color
We say colour
We are different
Guess that means
You will build a wall against us
Ban us
Make war on us

One day


 

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Intentions

By Scott Bailey © 2015

“It was just a bit of fun”

To the broken hearts and home

“I meant no offence”

To the victims of riot and guns

“I was just following my dreams”

To the crushing weight of debt

“I will never do it again”

To the frightened wife and child

“I was trying to save some cash”

To the shattered future lost

“I thought I knew best”

To the chances that are gone

“My intentions were good”

To the consequences of action

 

Sharp

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Silk slides on the breeze
Meets the flow of sharpened steel
Leaves a perfect tear

Image by 3D Animation Production Company from Pixabay

Oversight

By Scott Bailey 2017

Inevitable
Our downfall will be caused by
A small oversight

Image by Schäferle from Pixabay

Successful

By Scott Bailey 2017

Have you
Noticed
That the books
That teach us
How
To succeed at this
And
Win at that
Don’t teach us
Why

Meanwhile
Authors count their cash


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Kissing the Flame

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The meteor dares
To kiss the flames of the sun
Then slingshots away

Image by WikiImages from Pixabay

Exposure

By Scott Bailey 2017

Sleek steel aperture
Widens for a brief moment
Exposing a truth

Image by Frantisek Krejci from Pixabay

Aesthetic

By Scott Bailey 2017

Thinking aesthetics
Is vaguely anaesthetic
Trying hard to write

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Unseen

By Scott Bailey 2017

Unseen, unheard, forgotten
We
The people
Scorned
Belittled
Bled

We see, we hear, nothing is forgotten
We
The people
Have dignity
Might
And reserves

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Capable

By Scott Bailey 2017

I’m not capable
Of writing a good poem
Tonight. Worn right out

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Someday

By Scott Bailey 2017

Someday, one day, soon
After that important thing
That I need to do

Image by Eduin Escobar from Pixabay

The Little Monkey

By Scott Bailey 2017

Little monkey clings
Tightly to his mother’s back
Ancient lizard flies

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Uneven

By Scott Bailey 2017

Life in unbalanced
Uneven
Unfair?
Karma is bunkum
Days, weeks, years of effort
For each small gain
Each small good
None reached with ease
While all around
The bad rains down
Good luck seems rare
Bad luck the normal
The scales uneven
It seems

Image by Paolo Trabattoni from Pixabay

Coasting

By Scott Bailey © 2017

This car is coasting
Familiar road ahead
Time to go off-road

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