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
Meddler
poem
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
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
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
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
Grey
Bows End
By Scott Bailey © 2016
Red
Silk sliding
Tantalising thighs
Undulating
Velvet
Whispering wiles
X
Yearning
Zipped zones
Repetitive History
By Scott Bailey 2017
Tyranny answers
As the replacement chosen
For austerity
In response to the daily prompt Replacement
#DailyPrompt
Automatic
By Scott Bailey 2017
Automatic lives
With automatic answers
Easier to rule
Filter
By Scott Bailey 2017
The filter of social media
Keeps us warm or angry
Reaffirms
The wall goes up
Again
Ten
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.
The Hunter
By Scott Bailey © 2016
I am the hunter
Dance with me beneath the moon
Shafts of silver light
Lark
By Scott Bailey © 2016
Lark perched by a lake
Reflected in dark water
A train rushes by
Clouds
By Scott Bailey © 2016
Sunlight streams through clouds
Warm, cascading waterfalls
Dispelled by a breeze
A Spring of Dreams – Lantern
Lantern
By Scott Bailey © 2013
Old light from the past
Is still illumination
Wisdom echoes far
Ripples
A word is a ripple
Spreading through the world
With slow, subtle effects.
Imagine then what a few more, well placed, can do.
Find out.
A Spring of Dreams
By Scott Andrew Bailey
A Spring of Dreams – Cross
Senryu: Cross
By Scott Bailey © 2013
Fleeing from killers
The child runs desperately
To fill out a form
Magic
By Scott Bailey © 2016
The blood of stars
Drives the magic of our dreams
Bound in dragon tears
The Wild is Calling
By Scott Bailey © 2018
The wild is calling
Feel the breeze
The scent of trees
The hunt!
Feel the ground
Rise and fall
Feel heart pound
Heed the call
But tomorrow
I will sit again
At my desk
And fear
Mistakes and failure
Do my best
Do the right thing
And the wild will still call
Until
I answer
Farewell
By Scott Bailey © 2006
I sit upon my bed alone.
Thinking thoughts of you.
My heart sinks slowly like a stone.
In a pool so blue.
The pain grows greater every day.
Need I make that cut?
Alas, it is the only way.
All other doors are shut.
So take the knife and cut me deep.
I know it must done.
Though this pain will make me weep.
Relief will soon be won.
So now at last I say goodbye.
I need you now no more.
You must believe me, I did try.
My efforts though, were poor.
We could no longer stay as one.
So you were cut away.
It was the only thing to be done.
To take the pain away.
Farewell, my dear appendix.
A Deep Green Canopy
By Scott Bailey © 2015
A deep green canopy
Back-dropped by a swathe of gold
Corn
Swaying in the wind
An overwhelming urge
To dive into that green sea
The climb and swing
And scream
With primal joy
But there is a mountain of time
Between me and that green
Eden
Made of commitments and constraints
Burdens and dependencies
So it dwindles
In my rear window
A deep green canopy
In mist
Following a Hearse
By Scott Bailey © 2015
The traffic slowed
We were all following a hearse
Today
In respectful frustration
I took the time
To look around
At the rivers and fields
That normally
Speed by
We are all following a hearse
Goodbye
By Scott Bailey © 2006
It’s not fair. He started it, I didn't. He called me names. I had to do it to stop him. How come I get told off? It’s not fair. It’s a shameful waste. What they do to our world today. The forests they cut down, the whales they kill. The fields they destroy, the new roads they build. The way they leave their scars on the world. It’s a shameful waste. It’s a bloody liberty. I will not stand for it! I earned my money fairly. I will spend it pleasantly. I will not stand being ripped off! It’s a bloody liberty. It’s a downright disgrace. The way these youngsters behave. They will not heed my words. They will not do as they are told. I will leave my mark on the world. It’s a downright disgrace. He needs no name on his grave. He was a model man. He stood for what we all stand for. He spoke the words we all speak. He was me and you and all those to come. He needs no name on his grave.
Dare
By Scott Bailey © 2016
I don’t dare to dream
Reality is too harsh
To just brush aside
Conquered
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Shining silver line
Whirling axes high on the hill
The pride and strength
Of the Saxon’s lands
They had hammered back the sea
Eaten up the road
Crossed the kingdom wide
With deeds of valour bold
Unbeaten and unbowed
How could they know
This would be the day
The kingdom was brought low
On the Edge
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Stand tall on the board
A breeze teases the skin; dive
Slapped by water cold
Iris
By Scott Bailey
The dark wide iris
Sparkling bright now, mists over
As it watches time
The Tree of the Dead
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Stark black against cold grey skies
Black lightning frozen in time
Towering and immense
Spread over the world
The tree of the dead
On the termination of every branch
Every twig
Hang the skulls
Uncountable, unimaginable
They observe
From their cold black sockets
With their chilling grins
They watch
And judge
The tableau
Of life
Hole
By Scott Bailey © 2015
A hole in the ground
Still black water reflecting
Meteors above
The Universe
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Special, general
Einstein’s relativity
Beauty and balance
Leaves
By Scott Bailey © 2015
I find myself
Reading a book
A real book
A technical book for sure
But real paper
Real leaves
Turned with relish
With real fingers
Well
Hello old friend
Tales
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Tales woven over the air
Tales woven in print
Tell you where and how to belong
And to stay there
This is your tribe
This is your way
Here’s your beliefs
The way to behave
But digital lines
Weave different tales
Social arising
Communities felt
So ancient tellers
Beware of the light
Too fast to contain
With old fashioned lies
Swooping
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Height, falling, swooping
Skylarks catching air, rainfall
Drowns the fleeing mouse
Rescue
By Scott Bailey © 2015
From butterflies in spiders webs
To wandering dogs down country roads
These are just some of the deeds
Of rescue
She has done
And of course
She rescued my heart
From certain single life
And ensconced it in
A loving family home
Holiday Done
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Driving home
Fun is done
Sleepy heads
Happy ones
Bed beckons
Satisfied sleep
This is the peace
The turmoil
Aims for
Forest Fire
By Scott Bailey © 2016
Wood cracks with a flash
Sparks dance in the air, falling
Down to cooling ash
Haiku Crib
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Five syllables here
But seven on the next line
A breakdown of thought
Potential Supernovae
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Red pulse
Beating hard
One day
Will blow apart
Until then
Keep on spinning
All in its well
Safe for now
For now
Deep Sleep
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Trees on the horizon
Fingers accusing the sunset
Shimmering waters deep
The soul of man divided
A fear that never speaks
Darkness encroaches deep
Thunder in the morning
Lightning cracks on high
Rolling sound so deep
Division rends asunder
Lands that had known peace
Now their daughters sleep
Over the Plains
By Scott Bailey © 2016
A warm summer breeze
Teases scent across the plains
Tight the wolf pack runs
Whisky and a West Wing
By Scott Bailey © 2016
All around me
The walls of my life
Are tumbling down
In slow mo
I am watching
In slow mo
Wondering if
I will survive
Console myself with a
Whisky and a West Wing
Here it comes
The bluster and lies
Sugar coated
Mustard
Wonder which
Turning was wrong
All those choices
Drawing me downward
Further and Further
Darkness beyond
Wonder if
There in an exit
Will it end
If I am still
Silent and still
What use is will
When it is still
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