Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Rules

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Breaking the law

I have lived in fear of breaking the rules
While the party of fools
And partied
Why
Did I fear
Adhere
Keep clear
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Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Run up and down the scales

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Apply yourself

Run up and down the scales
Patience they say is the key
To be a master of music
Run up and down the scales

Run up and down the scales
Repetition and I don’t agree
It’s just not how I learn
Run up and down the scales

Run up and down the scales
I like to hop, skip and soar
Produce something bad and improve
Run up and down the scales

Run up and down the scales
It’s still not a tune
Not even pleasant to the ear
Run up and down the scales

Run up and down the scales
When will my guitar gently weep?
When will the crowd cry for more!
Run up and down the scales

Run up and down the scales
I think you are getting my point
Patience. Patience is the key.
Run up and…. sod this! It’s brain surgery for me.
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Posted in Daily Prompt, Haiku, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Home

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, free association.

The rain on the soil
Leads us to the homeward road
Where roots are deepest
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Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Hesitation

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, In a crisis 

Vacillate, hesitate
That would be me 
In a crisis
I know
But I would not be alone
We should be thankful
For the impetuous
In a crisis
In these days
They are a pain

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Posted in Daily Prompt, Haiku, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Knowledge

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Toot your horn

A tenuous connection but that’s how my mind works.

Knowledge is nothing
To admit your ignorance
That is true wisdom

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Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Polite Company

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Polite Company

Polite company
Will not let you grow
It will smother you
With comfort
Only the harshest critics
Will allow you
To find the best seeds
To sow
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Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Lost at Sea

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Ripped from the headlines

The headline on the BBC news website was.

Channel migrants: Thirty rescued as man dies off French coast.

He was running from fear
From death itself
But
Died alone and cold
In the sea
Because we did not want him
We wanted to be left
To dine in peace
On our cheese and wine
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

The Green Wizard

By Scott Bailey 2006

I cannot believe this! If anyone were to stop them, this mob of hungry hunters raging through the forest, then nobody would believe the explanation.

The people of the village, the county planners, the farmers, the surveyors, the members of the RSPB, all are hunting in the night. They are hunting the Green Wizard.

What will they do when they catch him? The question fills me with fear.

What will he do?

I feel responsible. It was my decision. I weighed up all the considerations and reached the verdict.

Whatever choice I made would be opposed. The conservationists urged me to leave the forest alone. Those who favoured progress wanted the forest managed and great tracts of it grubbed out for profit.

I should be used to this. I was brought up in the country and we learned to live with threats.

And I had made this kind of decision for years now. I was used to angry crowds. How could they know that I felt their anger and pain? I always found the best compromise.

Unfortunately, this often hurt the countryside.

What had gone wrong this time?

The Green Wizard, that was what. Ever since I set eyes on him I have sailed seas of madness and now dragged the entire community with me.

Last night I saw him. I was wandering in the evening light near the edges of the forest trying to make my decision. I wasn’t sure that this old forest would benefit or even survive having its heart grubbed out. But the village that nestled twinkling below the forest needed fresh hope. The industry this would bring might make a crucial difference.

Then I saw it! A green light bobbing between the trees. At first, I thought it was a firework for it had that bright magical quality. It was an artificial green like the glass baubles of a Christmas tree. It drew my heart towards it.

I walked in, my fear disappearing as I entered the solace and safety of the trees.

Darkness fell completely as the sun sank but the green light bobbed before me and led the way.

It must be a willow-the-wisp I half told myself but its beauty was far too potent to resist.

I came to a clearing and then I saw that the light was a flame flickering on top of a staff held by an old man. He was dressed in a green robe that shone as bright as the flame, with the same entrancing shade. He looked the way that all wizards look in storybooks. Wide-brimmed, pointed hat, long beard.

Only his beard was green. He was the Green Wizard.

He beckoned me towards him but when I got a few feet he held up his hand and I felt a force block me. I felt the full potential of his strength in that strange touch. He could have crushed me with a thought.

“The forest must not die.”

His voice was deep and strong, trusty as oak and full of command!

I nodded.

“There is life here,” he went on, “that is beyond the comprehension of your people. It is vital to the power of the earth in ways you cannot understand. It will not lie idle any longer. If you threaten, it will react.”

“Who are you?” my voice a scared noise in the sudden immensity and darkness of this forest.

“I am the life of this forest! I am the power of the earth!”

I nodded again.

“An agreement is reached!” he boomed. “If you break your bond your life will be forfeit.”

Suddenly something moved in the leaves. I whirled around and a fox bolted across the clearing. All around the clearing the bushes suddenly rustled and shook with life. I spun trying to see what made the noises. There was nothing.

It stopped. The only sound was my panting breath.

It was dark. The Green Wizard was gone.

I thought I had imagined him but I saw a flicker of green, like a warning, away in the trees.

I knew then what I had to do. I had made a bargain. My life was forfeit if I did not make the right decision now.

All my doubts of mad hallucinations disappeared then. The Green Wizard was real.

The next day those concerned gathered at the village hall and listened to my decision. It went badly. Not surprising.

I had some support. The conservationists were pleased with the verdict. Their precious forest would be left to its natural state.

But most of those gathered were businessmen and farmers whose livelihoods were at stake. They were not going to let some upstart in a suit take that away.

I lost my nerve. I couldn’t meet their arguments. Every reason I put forward for the conservation of the forest they pulled to pieces. I cursed the Green Wizard for abandoning me to this. Where was he now that I was fighting his battle?

Finally, I had nothing left. I declared that the forest would be saved. They would not relent. They wanted to know why I had made this decision when I had no argument to support it. They pushed and pushed me until I could stand it no longer.

I told them about the Green Wizard. I warned them of the danger.

The whole hall was silenced. Even my supporters looked at me, trying to fathom out the madness that appeared to have seized me.

Finally one of the farmers said it.

“He’s mad! Or on drugs!”

I bowed my head. Where was this going to lead?

“This is a farce!” said another voice but then everyone suddenly gasped and fell silent again.

I looked up.

There hovering in front of me was a small globe of bright green light!

I stared at it. What did it mean? It was obviously from the Wizard. It was his shade of green, vivid, unforgettable, alluring and dangerous like something was burning that should never have been set alight.

“Is this some sort of gimmick!?” said one of the farmers.

The globe of light rushed straight at him and knocked him off his feet in a shower of sparks. Then it stayed where it was, where it had hit him.

The farmer slid back across the floor and hit his head against the far wall with a crack. Blood flowed immediately. People rushed to his aid. Others turned to me.

“If he’s dead you had better pray that the police get here quick before we’re finished with you!”

They all suddenly looked ugly. I feared for my life and wondered if this is what the green Wizard had meant. Had I failed some kind of test? Had I been chosen to champion the forest and failed?

“Look!” A young girl was standing by the window pointing up to the forest. People stared out and piled from the hall. I followed.

There, high on the hill, the whole forest was alight from within with the strange green glow.

“It’s the Green Wizard,” I said.

“More likely some new age travellers who don’t want their peace disturbed by the idea of having to pay their way like the rest of us.”

At that point, the green globe suddenly shot out of the window, through the glass without breaking it. At impossible speed, it shot into the heart of the forest.

By now people were muttering things about ghosts and UFO’s but the main core of farmers and businessmen were having none of it. They decided to go and find out for themselves.

I followed the frenzied crowd that raced up the hill to the entrance of the forest. I felt drawn, whether by them or the forest I don’t know.

At the entrance stood the Wizard. Tall and menacing but only I had felt the touch of his power.

“Do not touch this forest,” he said but he sounded somehow weary.

“Who the hell are you?” someone called out.

“He’s the Green Wizard,” I replied feebly but was ignored.

“You can’t tell us what to do with our forest!” someone else yelled at the figure.

“We don’t need freaks like you dossing on our land.”

“If you want to remove me then you will have to catch me!” he sneered. With that, he turned and disappeared quickly into the trees. The flame of his staff was still visible.

With a yell the villagers set after him. they became a pack of hungry wolves after their prey. Their eyes burned with fury.

I yelled after them, warning them not to go. They did not listen. Helpless I followed in their wake.

They crashed through the trees and the undergrowth picking up sticks and waving them as they went.

And even now as I follow them I find it hard to believe.

I fear the outcome of this but I am not sure who I fear for most. This horde is wild and out of control. If they catch him I would not be surprised if they tore him limb from limb with their bare hands.

But I have felt the power of the Green Wizard.

Suddenly we are before him. There he stands. Like an old man, weary with the chase, leaning on his staff in the middle of the clearing.

The mob grab him. Their fury somewhat dampened by his appearance but not quenched. They bind him. The rope is tight around his arms but he does not struggle. As the villagers dance around him like demented witches he holds my gaze with an accusing stare.

The dancing goes on and on like a frenzy but slowly people drop. They sit and lie on the ground, tired by the night’s activity. Despite the Wizard’s relentless stare I too sink to the ground. Around me, people are falling asleep and I find I cannot resist the need to join them.

I awake to find myself choking. Something has hold of my throat and is strangling me. I can’t breathe.

All around me are bodies. All held by tree roots or thorny vines! Some struggle feebly for others it is too late. Many are being dragged into the earth by the irresistible power of trees.

The Green Wizard stands watching the process with a blank expression. His ropes lay on the ground, snapped and frayed.

He turns his back on me, not even deigning to notice my dying breath.

I tried. I did try.

The End

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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Parlay

By Scott Bailey 2017

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

Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com

 

Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Free

By Scott Bailey 2017

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

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Sparrow

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Sparrow, sparrow in my way.
Briefly tell your tale today.
Tell me if my love is dead.
Do I waste the tears I shed?

Briefly, now I’ll tell my tale.
Pray your courage does not fail.
You do not waste the tears you shed.
Alas I say, your love is dead.

A sharp, cold sword did spill her blood.
She tried to stem an angry flood.
But peace that day she could not win.
So fearful war will begin.

Thank you bird for being true.
Nothing’s left for me to do.
To take up arms and pursue strife.
Slay the spoilers of my life.

I bid you, sir, think awhile.
Turn from this dark path so vile.
Listen to my humble song.
Step not where your lover’s gone.

Just a simple bird am I
But far above this land I fly.
And see its beauty spread below.
See ahead, where you might go.

Lay down your sword with forgiving heart.
Do not tear your land apart.
Still your rage and vengeance cease.
Follow rather a path of peace.

Humble bird I hear your song.
But my love is dead and gone.
So I raise my sword today.
And will make those killers pay.

The enemies that broke my heart.
And now have torn the land apart.
Upon their heads is all this blood.
For I must release the flood.

Then sir, I shall shed a tear.
For the future I do not fear.
Yet for now I swiftly go.
To make way for the crow.

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

What Ifs

By Scott Bailey © 2014

What ifs hang on
Like poisoned barbs
Even in the face of reality
All reason tells you
Let them go
Rip them from the flesh
Yet deep they go
Sharp their points
Beyond the anaesthetic
Of mere words
So rise up
From the river
Of doubt
Rip that flesh and bleed
Step on the shore of tomorrow
Healing first needs hurt

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

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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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

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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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Mankind Limited News, Poetry, Writing

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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Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

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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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Dadda

By Scott Bailey © 2014

I think I have broken my toe
But I am just too tired to know
Stubbed it on a childproof gate
Too tired to see it until too late
But the pain and the weariness melt away
Into warmth when you hear them say
Dadda and they give you a smile
That gives you the strength for the next mile

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Posted in Family, General, Poetry, Writing

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

 

Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Writing

Moments

By Scott Bailey © 2015

The world clashes with me
Or I with it
Its movie reel passes before me
And I watch
Observe
But I am not of it
Occasionally
It brushes me
Pricks me
Interrupts my view
My observations
And the things I should enjoy
I don’t
Until I can observe them
Again one day
My moments pass
Slipping
I can never seem
To be in them

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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

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
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Oversight

By Scott Bailey 2017

Inevitable
Our downfall will be caused by
A small oversight

Image by Schäferle from Pixabay
Posted in Poetry, Writing

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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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

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
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Exposure

By Scott Bailey 2017

Sleek steel aperture
Widens for a brief moment
Exposing a truth

Image by Frantisek Krejci from Pixabay
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Aesthetic

By Scott Bailey 2017

Thinking aesthetics
Is vaguely anaesthetic
Trying hard to write

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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Marathon

By Scott Bailey 2017

Life is a marathon
They say
I disagree
A marathon is a race
Has a goal
They whip us with that line
Life is a marathon

Life is a song
Every
Note
To be
Savoured
Listen
Or sing
Or play
For
Life is a song

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Exquisite

By Scott Bailey 2017

Exquisite black lace
Sheer black nylon
Spicy perfume air
Smooth black hair
Blood red lips
Deep blue eyes
Soft warm skin
Hot pulsing blood
Cool night beckons
Exquisite black lace

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Poetry, Writing

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
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Capable

By Scott Bailey 2017

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

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Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Someday

By Scott Bailey 2017

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

Image by Eduin Escobar from Pixabay
Posted in Daily Prompt, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

The Little Monkey

By Scott Bailey 2017

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

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Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

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
Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Coasting

By Scott Bailey © 2017

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

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Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

The Forest of Dreams

By Scott Bailey 2015

Dark, thick between the trees
No light shines off
The dull black armour
Of the horseman as he rides
Slow through the forest of dreams.

Pale the winding path
The black knight follows
His weary steed plods steadfast
As its burden heavy grows
Head hung low

This quest was not the glory
He dreamed of in his youth
Like the birds that flew this morning
On dreams that seemed to be
A promise of life and growth

He followed the flighty birds
As they danced upon his dreams
Into this tree locked realm
And the winding path so thin
They drew him deeper in

And the vines of need reached out
With curled dependency
Wrapped around his limbs, his heart
Sinking deep their thorns
The pain shook him from his dreams

To the vines, he must cling
To keep his dreams at bay
Though they drag him deeper down
And hamper his faltering way
They are a part of him

He no longer sees the birds
Riding on his dreams
Now he knows the awful truth
That only dragons truly fly
The dragons he should slay

He could unsheath his sword
These vines to cut
Roar fire and leap to the sky
Instead, he forges onward
To endure until he dies

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Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Twines

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Silver twines
intricate wires
thin and delicate
stretching from misty past
to infinite future
Each one a story
a thread of life
Twisting they come together
Winding, entwining
Further down the road
The twines form a rope
Stronger
Older
Wiser
Thicker
Stiffer

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Floating

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Layers of smoke float
Blue in the heavy darkness
While lazy jazz plays

Jazz Bar
Author: Jimmy Baikovicius from Montevideo, Uruguay
Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Interior

By Scott Bailey © 2017

What’s inside
Distorts and shapes
The exterior
All those dreams and hopes
Hates and fears
That make up the interior
The moiling
Boiling
Packed and stacked
Stretched and tense
Earnest pretence
That inside us all
Makes us all
What we are
Rather than what
We wish

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Space

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Feel the space around
Everywhere that I can see
Breathe, release and live

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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Discover

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Discovered knowledge
Treasured sweeter than any
Teacher could serve up

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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Enthusiasm

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Dead enthusiasm
Passion for mundane labours
Seems to be required

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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Another Anthem

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Ring the bells of life
Every heartbeat tolling on
So jingle them well

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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Relax

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Relax
It’s just the end of the world
Relax
As the wall tumbles down
Relax they say
It will all work out
In the end

If you down in the dumps
Smile
It’s the positive attitude
That wins the day
Which is just another way
To say
It’s your fault

Relax
It’s just the end of the world
Relax
As the wall tumble down
Relax they say
It will all work out
In the end

Tell that to the man
Asleep in the door
Tell that to the maiden
Dead on the shore
Tell it to the lonely
Tell it to the lost
To the OAP bitten by frost

Relax
It is the end

War Scape
Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Moody

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Brooding skies
For moody times
Thunderous justice
For shady lies

A storm is coming
Be prepared
For the arising
Of the weak and the scared

 

Photo by stein egil liland on Pexels.com
Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Fishing

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Kingfisher fishing
Silver treasure in the dark
Ice seals the lake shut

Photo by Andrew Mckie on Pexels.com
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Maddening

By Scott Bailey © 2016

It’s a maddening
Saddening state of affairs
That everyone knows
The rulers don’t care
And nobody does a fucking thing
And the includes
Me

The shadows around us
A deep as the night
Masquerade as stars
Shining vile light
Showing the way
To the promised land
Lead by the hand

There it awaits us
The cage of our choice
Fully charged senses
Completely blocked voice
Thus is the fate
Of all but a few
All of us damn lazy
Fools

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Conundrum

By Scott Bailey © 2016

The humdrum conundrum
Of life rumbles on
The pounding of
A thousand thoughts
The tension
Between the chains
Of convention
And the delicious
Whips of vice
Dreaming ends
Life rumbles on
On on
The beat of the master’s drum

Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Bespoke

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Are we lucky?
A comfortable generation?
Or is it just
That our chains fit us perfectly?

Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Haiku, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Flee

By Scott Bailey © 2016

The cold swallows flee
Riding currents to the south
Rivers take their time

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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Mystical

By Scott Bailey © 2016

The mystical chord is missing
Congregation of the hearts
Cohesion of resistance
The friction that throws up sparks

Dragons stir on dripping hoards
Squeeze the bloody stones
Build their beds on broken bones
Their hunger ever fed

Lore is twisted into chains
Choking all who dream
Mystic songs have drained away
Silence reigns

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Abide

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Here I abide
Amidst the craters
Of too much cultural shelling
Here there resides
Residual echoes
Of now silent voices

Stranger music silenced
The pale lord voiceless too
Many last departures
Many miss the few
Clinging to the final notes
As lovers do

In dark and empty craters
Bubbles shadiness and greed
A fecund vile concoction
Upon which the beast will feed
Need is the successor
Here where I abide

Image from Pixabay