Juicy

By Scott Bailey 2017

Unlike an orange
The juicy details of life
Are deep down inside

Depths

 

In response to the daily prompt Juicy

#DailyPrompt

Expectation

By Scott Bailey 2017

No expectation
No disappointment
One philosophy
Expecting it all
Throwing tantrums when denied
A more common one
There has to be a better way.

In response to the daily prompt Expectation

#DailyPrompt

Seriousness

By Scott Bailey 2017

Seriousness
Has been whittled away
Belittled and demonised
For the serious
Are not good
Consumers
Why so…

In response to the daily prompt seriousness

Clowns

#DailyPrompt

Fading

An old one that fits.

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Blue eyes turned purple
Deep purple and very still
Watching all my life

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #136 Eye&Fade

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Tremble

So, either it has snowed in our bathroom, there has been the mother of all cocaine parties or somebody who will remain nameless (starts with an L end with an M few vowels in between) has found Mummy’s talcum powder.

I don’t know what my kids will be when they grow up – but one way or another they will make the world tremble.

In the meantime – here’s an old poem that fits in with today’s prompt.

Giants

By Scott Bailey 2014

I have seen giants
Striding over the land
Power on their shoulders
Stern and strong their hand

Never do they falter
Never seen one stumble or fall
Always do their duty
Always answer the call

Through storm and wind and rain
The carry their burden true
Though other links may burn out
The giants stride on through

So remember this and tremble
Even the giants will pass
Fall into dust and rusty ruin
Scattered in untamed grass

One day their burden will dissipate
Their purpose will disappear
And the duty they discharged so well
A memory dimmed with time

In response to the daily prompt Tremble

Pylons
Image from Pixabay

#DailyPrompt

Sinking

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Oh how I would love
For the world to be lighter
Not a sinking mess

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #135 Love&Light

Lighter

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

The Pyre Beacon of Books

By Scott Bailey 2017

When will come the time
Fascism is recognised?
When books start burning?

In response to the daily prompt Recognize

Burning books

#DailyPrompt

Scents

By Scott Bailey 2017

The wind shifts its path
Bring new scents in its wake
Fresh blood lures the wolf

In response to the daily prompt Scent

Wolf

#DailyPrompt

Calm

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Calm my beating heart
Racing for the beauty of
My beloved wife

In response to the daily prompt Calm

#DailyPrompt, #amwriting

Another Fantastic Review!

This one for my Poetry Collection!

“Great concept to write a poem a day for a year and provides an insight into copying with difficult family circumstances – a recommended read for anyone who has struggled in such situations. Some poems were obviously more personal than others (my favourites were those when the writer cherishes the ‘small moments’ in life such as going to a fireworks display with his wife and son) but he also branches out into more political territory. Look out for the funny poems scattered through-out the book too, one in particular made me laugh out loud! A good read and Scott Bailey shows talent as a poet. Recommended.”

Check out the original here!

A Spring of Dreams

Dark Truths

By Scott Bailey © 2016

It is dark but true
Uncomfortable evidence
When we dig deeper

Dark Truths Hidden

Mists

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Mist breathes on the moors
Then the new sun arises
Dissipates to green

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #123 Breathe&New

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

The Name is…

The Name is..

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Death and lust
Entwined in one
Both without
A thought
Both with
Expert care
Sheer red satin
Ripped to shreds
Blood red
Pale skin
Gun metal grey
In cold blue eyes
And a name
That beats hearts
Passion and fear
And steel
And lead
Death and lust
And a name
The name is…..

 

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In Remembrance

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I am deeply honoured that poem of mine – topical for today – has been featured on the Thanet writers website.

It was originally written for Armistice day – then later a friend and I adapted it as a song and this is the version they have featured.

While we are remembering – we also said goodbye to some more legends today. Robert Vaughn – the Man From Uncle, and also one of my favourite all time singer/songwriters – Leonard Cohen.

 

This is my favourite – and with apt lyrics for today.

 

The Programme

By Scott Bailey © 2015

START

My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to buy some moisturiser

←——Insert fear

My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to buy some moisturiser

My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to buy some moisturiser

My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to buy some moisturiser

——–> extract money

RETURN TO START

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A Spring of Dreams – Words

 

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Words

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Wherever words roam
Over fantastical lands
The heart rests at home.

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Home

By Scott Bailey © 2016

A day in the woods
Jumping in piles of brown leaves
Autumn brings us home

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #116 Home&Leaves

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Spent

By Scott Bailey © 2016

My life is being spent
Waiting outside shops
Herding kids
Driving
Working for reasons unknown
On maintenance

Not on friends or laughter
Not on relaxation
Not on health
Not on passions

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Life’s precious coin
Being spent
For very little change

Time
Image from Pixabay

Heroes

By Scott Bailey © 2016

All my heroes let me down.
All of them.
I tried to be my own hero.
That. Was the worst.

Fallen Heroes

Rivers

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Rivers carve the land
Rocks turn flows: who can resist
The river of stone

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #112 River&Stone

Rivers

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Change

By Scott Bailey © 2016

If I stay my path
The world will not mind a bit
So change is a must

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #110 Change&Mind

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Life’s Journey

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Chancing to look up
Seeking hope on my journey
I trip and stumble

Life's Journey

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #109-Hope&Up

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Wordless

By Scott Bailey © 2016

 

Benakeri sorful do

Lillytigh shamton benigh

Alluver ecater feru

Selater erater canoo

And that is how I feel

Light and Drak

A Spring of Dreams – Quote 6

Kerching-Kerchang-Pow

Nation

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Kerching! Kerchang! Pow!
Our economy picks up!
Soul still desolate.

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A Spring of Dreams – Quote 5

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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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A Spring of Dreams – Quote 4

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Sparks

By Scott Bailey © 2013

A sad shadow falls
Casting gloom over our dreams:
Sparks dispel the dark!

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A Spring of Dreams – Quote 3

 

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Words

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Wherever words roam
Over fantastical lands
The heart rests at home.

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A Spring of Dreams – Quote 2

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Senryu: Cross

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Fleeing from killers
The child runs desperately
To fill out a form.

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A Spring of Dreams – Quote

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Lantern

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Old light from the past
Is still illumination
Wisdom echoes far

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Play

By Scott Bailey © 2016

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

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #89 Shower&Play

Play

#Ronovan #Writes #Haiku #Challenge

Breakdown

By Scott Bailey © 2016

I’m having a breakdown
Pieces of me
falling away
Nail hammered
Into my skull
Nail hammered
Into the lid
Of the final bed
I’m having a breakdown

Come on in
Join in the fun
Let’s fly
The quivering eyes
Give rise to the sight
Slipping away from me
Come on in

Rage,
Rage,
Rage
Nothing but rage
At my age to much
To see
You see
Rage

I’m having a breakdown
Come on in
Rage, rage, rage.

House of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Substance over style
Fresh political approach
Or a dream too far

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #80

Start the year with poetry – Still available 365 poems just for your enjoyment.

The result of a year-long challenge to write a poem a day for a year. Raw and accessible poems of many moods.

Presented as they were written and so reflecting my mood, my life and my time constraints at the time.

 Available as

Kindle

or hardback

from Amazon

The Nazi

By Scott Bailey © 2015

The Nazi
Sat alone in his crowded cell
His ghosts reminded him that they had failed too
“One day. One day….”

Other ghosts waited
A mighty horde
Waiting patiently
For him

The Nazi

Scars

By Scott Bailey © 2015

There is a small group of people
I do not know them
But they watched my tears
As I watched him die
And they carry that moment
In their hearts
I hope
They find it strengthens them
Like a scar
Or a broken bone
It does not me

Weeping

Thoughts

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Streams
Tears
All water
That wear
And tear
Rocks
And Hearts
Rend apart
Things
We believe
Solid

Time
Itself
Will wind down
Darkness
Return
So bathe
In the light
While we can

A different present

If you’re looking for a different gift this year how about a book or two 🙂

Oh – here’s one -> And here‘s another!
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Go on – wrap them up with a nice bow and send them to someone you love 🙂

Slaves

By Scott Bailey © 2015

The best-seller lists
Are full of whips and chains and submission
Is it any wonder
We are slaves

Whips

Rising Rain

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Amorous arousal
Building
Caressed cheeks
Delicious
Enticing
Full
Generous
Hard
Inviting

Play

One Thousand

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

One thousand obstacles

In between

Me

And what I want to be doing

One thousand  problems

In between

Me

And who I want to be

One thousand sorrows

In between

The world we have

And peace

One Thousand

 

Growing Up

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Generation XYZ.”

Not quite what the prompt meant but it reminded me of this poem I wrote years ago.

Goodbye

By Scott Bailey © 2006

It’s not fair.
He stated 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.

The Sea Seeds Ideas

I read an article the other day (I really should bookmark them as I can’t find it now!) that was about a new Stephen King book due out. It’s a collection of short stories – nothing unusual there. The difference is that he is putting a substantial introduction to each one, about where he was in his life when he wrote them and the thought process that went into writing them.

Now I am not a big Stephen King fan – I don’t really enjoy horror – ghost stories yes but horror’s not my thing. However – his “On Writing” is one of the best books on the subject I have ever read, both entertaining and insightful. It is just as much an autobiography as a book about the art. So I am excited about this one!

And it got me thinking – I thought I would share a bit of my own thought process – how my mind works (sometimes). And perhaps hear from some of you how you go about the business.

So as an example. A friend of mine has just fulfilled one of her dreams and been on an epic sea journey on a tall ship. I was writing her a welcome home message when the a line popped into my head.

“Seafarer wandering over the waves.”

It sounded really good to me – so now its going around in my head – a poem coalescing around it, snippets of lines and images coming together. It will probably bounce around in there for a while until it comes together.

While thinking about it though something else is coming through. A character – this vague woman who is wandering the sea – for some reason, maybe seeking something, maybe running from something – I don’t know yet. There’s not even a story there yet – that one will bounce around in my head event longer.

One of my favourite authors Stephen R Donaldson said that he likes to get two unrelated ideas and smash them together to see where it goes. Maybe I will do that. I have another idea – more fully formed though still with a long way to go. It is about the rise of a political tyrant. Now those two ideas do seem completely unrelated – and I wonder what would grow by trying to put them together – something surprising I think.

I will let them ferment some more – their time hasn’t come yet.

So what about you? How do the seeds of your works begin?

The Sea

Poem a day challenge #276 (Running Through Trees)

Running Through Trees

By Scott Bailey © 2014

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

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Poem a day challenge #275 (Recovery)

Recovery

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The country’s getting richer
on the shoulders of the poor
The economy is booming
but blood stains mar the floor
A thrifty generation
careful with what they earned
Now watch it all dissipate
belying what they learned
For they are forced by empathy
to shore up their progeny
Or watch them being bled
by powerful gluttony
By vampires way up high
in lofty towers sleek
Deaf to pleas of mercy
They cannot hear us speak
And with contempt the vampires
farm their herds with glee
Until we have no more to give
And they’ll see the fallacy

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Poem a day challenge #274 (The ShadowMask)

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

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Poem a day challenge #273 (The Deep Cold)

The Deep Cold

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Disappearing into the gloom
Undulating side to side
Alien but of this earth
Slow, cold life
In the deep deep dark
So far from the hearth we know
The strange eel like creature
Eases in the deepest cold
Leaving divers dumb

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Poem a day challenge #272 (Cold Winds Blow)

Cold Winds Blow

By Scott Bailey © 2014

So it grows
The discontent
Of fiscal winter
Even sceptics grumble
But will it tip
Will we finally
Drop our stiff letters
And stiff upper lips
And revolt?
Or sip a cup of tea
Settle back
And vote for the best singer/dancer/skater
Instead

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Poem a day challenge #271 (Timeworn)

Timeworn

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Childhood senses
Seep away
The textures of touch
Savoury tastes
And sweet
The exhilaration
Of G-Force
The warmth
Of a bed
The brightness
Of a blue sky

All wilting away
Smoothed plain by time
and tasteless demands
and saccharine
Bound by safety
belts and laws
Hot fevers
of uncomfortable dreams
Under greying skies

How
to get it
back?

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Poem a day challenge #270 (Searching)

Searching

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Unknown search terms – ten
Wonder what they were after
That brought them to me

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Poem a day challenge #269 (Giants)

Giants

By Scott Bailey © 2014

I have seen giants
Striding over the land
Power on their shoulders
Stern and strong their hand

Never do they falter
Never seen one stumble or fall
Always do their duty
Always answer the call

Through storm and wind and rain
The carry their burden true
Though other links may burn out
The giants stride on through

So remember this and tremble
Even the giants will pass
Fall into dust and rusty ruin
Scattered in untamed grass

One day their burden will dissipate
Their purpose will disappear
And the duty they discharged so well
A memory dimmed with time

Get the previous ones here

http://wp.me/P3kG6h-bb  and get my début novel Mankind Limited