By Scott Bailey © 2016 Water traces curvesOf showered, moist skin, fingersFollow down to play Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com
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Buff
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Buff is a boxAn almost fraternityThey try to squeeze you inAt any cost. Some of usObviously won't fitSo are discardedStraight away We are the onesTo watchWe are the onesThat bring the change We are the onesTo fear Photo by Mister Mister on Pexels.com
Detonations
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Magical detonationsStars dyingDust flyingSeeding usNot all explosionsBring death Photo by Damir Mijailovic on Pexels.com
Memories
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Sunlight pleases himTeases him with memoriesBlotting out real life Photo by Mathias P.R. Reding on Pexels.com
Let It All Out
By Scott Bailey © 2017 This is is ageOf SHOUT firstAsk questions laterOf passionWithout pauseOn consequencesWith no apparent causeDenialBlameAnger Just think Image from Pixabay
Bruised
By Scott Bailey © 2013 He would never see his son again. Unless… Unless he went made it through today. Found the strength from somewhere. Put aside his pain. The trauma his son had suffered had not been at his hands. Logically there was no responsibility for it on his shoulders. Logic was a weak fence… Continue reading Bruised
Catapults and Boiled Sweets
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Catapults and boiled sweetsSailing boats and jam jarsWatching tadpolesPlaying in the woodsHunting newtsSwings and roundaboutsWistful thinkingFor the daysThat never were Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com
The Tip of the Flame
Image from Pixabay By Scott Bailey © 2015 The glint in the dark From the deep of the cave The thirst that draws The primitive out Out from the dark Out from the safe Into the harsh Changes of life Leaping from age to age The fire that burns inside Connecting us over time To… Continue reading The Tip of the Flame
Holding Hands
By Scott Bailey © 2016 Tiny, warm, fragileFingers tightly holding mineTreasured memories Image from Pixabay
Songbirds
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Miracle neededTo save the earth from its doomSongbirds hail the dawn
Adrift
By Scott Bailey © 2017 AdriftLostFloatingFreeNo goalsNo directionNo chainsJust reflectionSparkling starsBurning sunGentle wavesLife undoneFreeFloatingLostAdrift Image from Pixabay
Sailing, Unfettered
By Scott Bailey © 2017 I am a shipCrowded into the harbour wallAnchored soundAnd safeBut I can see the seaBeyond the gapCallingLullingThe storms comeThe harbour shieldsBut still, I am tossedAnd battered byUncaring wavesThe chain is strainedThe anchor holdsFor nowSo many storms I have seenHow many moreBefore the chain breaksSetting me freeLost at seaSailing unfetteredUnmoored Photo… Continue reading Sailing, Unfettered
Always Descending
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Always descending, never ascending.Moving downwards, moving down.I can’t get used to this feelingMoving 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… Continue reading Always Descending
Mankind Limited – The Sky
The sky to the west was as dark as a promise of Armageddon. It was punctuated occasionally by a piercing fork of blue-white lightning. As piercing as the eyes that watched. Mankind Ltd. Read an excerpt here. Available as Kindle or hardback from Amazon
Qualm
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Calm your qualmsIt's all changeIt's all goodStillThe tremblingStill Photo by Gugulethu Ndlalani on Pexels.com
Collaboration
By Scott Bailey © 2017 CollaborationIs knocked out of usSystematicallyIn the school systemFilling us up insteadWith competitionAnd greedPerfecting usAs the ideal consumersThe perfect wheels in theMachineThose who hold the leversKnowCollaborationCould bring them down Photo by Dio Hasbi Saniskoro on Pexels.com If you liked this poem check out my novel - the theme of this poem… Continue reading Collaboration
Karma
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Let not victoryExcite you too much, karmaHas her eye on you Photo by Eva Elijas on Pexels.com
Official Hospitality
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Government Guide to HospitalityWe welcome you with open armsIf you can afford itIf not, go to hell Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com
Lab Rats
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Lab ratsIn a mazeLooking forThe exitThe PrizeThe BIG CHEESESuppressingSuspicionSure knowledgeThe maze is itThe maze is all Photo by Tanner Johnson on Pexels.com
Pink
By Scott Bailey © 2017 PinkA delicate shadeOf colourHijackedBy toy makers and marketersTo smash young mindsInto shapeAnd conformityGive it backTo salmonAnd cold autumn eveningsTo flushed skinAnd lipsAnd artistsAnd leather bound booksAnd bank notesAnd fresh inkPink Image from Pixabay
Mankind Limited Excerpt
To whet your whistles here is the Prologue and Chapter One. Prologue Darkness outside. From the expanse of his office, the Facilitator gazed down at the city spread below. Orange lights twinkled. A busy machine. It was his. They were entwined. Both products of this still young, brave new millennium. He smiled. He held a… Continue reading Mankind Limited Excerpt
Glory Days
By Scott Bailey © 2013 So the soldier walks alonebeneath thestarry nightHe has no aim but distancefrom the bloody fightBut the war it still pursues himsnapping at his heelsHe slips into the forest deepbeyond those broken hills O glory daysThose glory daysThey’ve shatteredand they fadeThey only left a rumourA shadowwhere they laid So the sword… Continue reading Glory Days
The Lonely Tree
By Scott Bailey © 2016 The lonely treeStood atop the blasted hillStarkBarren branches snatchingRays from a mist-shrouded sun Every now and thenUpon an errant breezeFlits a weary birdResting one more timeOn its final flightThen falls All around the rootsDead birds and ashGiving meager succourTo the lonely tree One dayFrom that blood-soaked soilThis tree’s seed will… Continue reading The Lonely Tree
Sonnet for our Times
By Scott Bailey © 2013 So it seems to me that beyond the newsBeyond the web of the media spinThere are places still where the only viewsAre battlegrounds full of unearthly din I see the most pious places burningWhere the holy words still hold high accordWhere simple souls for peace are still yearningThe peace that… Continue reading Sonnet for our Times
Buffalo
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Sunset of the plainBuffalo are running fastInto leaden death Photo by tyrese myrie on Pexels.com
The Pool
By Scott Bailey © 2013 They trickle inThe protesters, the bitter, the dispossessed, the poorThey swirl in slow currentsExchanging thoughts, views, ideas.An oasis for the outcasts The Man sits by the poolAnd fishesTaking what he needsWatching the rest The pool holds no threat Image from Pixabay
Shipwreck – Thirteen Tales
Shipwreck Explorers - or pillagers? The line is thin on the high seas, in strange exotic lands. Those that operate without fear of consequence soon learn their folly. There are older powers in the world than gunpowder and steel. Thirteen Tales of Ghosts By Scott Bailey A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are… Continue reading Shipwreck – Thirteen Tales
Confined
By Scott Bailey © 2015 Space. It stretched out before him - endless, dark, enticing. The stars were faint and blurry through the thick glass view port, moving in a slow arc across his vision. He could feel the endless nothing all around, calling to his soul, a siren’s whisper. Float with us. Float with… Continue reading Confined
Owners Guide to Cattle
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Keep them on the vergeOf being panickedKeep them unsureAnd afraidWhip them into a frenzyThen collect the coin they makeProd them where you need them to go Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
None
By Scott Bailey © 2017 None can understand meOur inner teen criesAnd so the world hurlsAnd churnsOn and on and on Image from Pixabay
Concert
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Speaker throbs with bassNotes leap higher and higherFeedback thrills the crowd Photo by Wendy Wei on Pexels.com
Deep Roots
By Scott Bailey © 2017 The roots of the trees are deepIn the deep of the old old forestDigging in the dirt, drinking in the earthLong are the memoriesThe past seeping slowly fromRoot to trunk to branch to leafContemplatingRipped up.Houses built. Image by Filipes from Pixabay
Grey
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Gunmetal greyBlood-red lettersProfessional presentationBusinesslikeGuns and Blood and BusinessBedfellows for eternity Image by Pexels from Pixabay
Latecomer
By Scott Bailey © 2017 The latecomer arrivesThe stragglerMoving slowly and surelyYouth spentOnly to findEveryone else departedLeaving himWith only their mistakes Photo by Rene Asmussen on Pexels.com
The Eye
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Behold the great eyeWatching through the trees, maybeJust a butterfly
Curse
By Scott Bailey © 2017 The tiger cursesBeautiful, perfect peltThe hunter's desire Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS on Pexels.com
Wonders
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Starlings swooping downAs they spy the big cityWonders await them Image by Unachicalinda from Pixabay
Blind (Etheree)
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Weare blindto the truthEverydaySuffering goes onAnd we deny it allUnable to find a wayThrough the maze of our modern livesTo a place where we can be ourselvesAnd hold out that hand that helps our neighbour Instead we clench our hand in a tight fistHolding tight onto what we have gainedNot… Continue reading Blind (Etheree)
The Urban Jungle – Thirteen Tales
The Urban Jungle The pressures of civilisation conflict with the urge to conserve and record. Someone - something - intervenes from with echoes from the distant past. Thirteen Tales of Ghosts By Scott Bailey A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan… Continue reading The Urban Jungle – Thirteen Tales
A Spring of Dreams – Trench
Trench By Scott Bailey © 2013 Dancing with my wife,last week the telegraph came:Coughs ring round the trench. Available as Kindle or hardback from Amazon
On the Cusp
By Scott Bailey © 2017 On the cuspOf hell andSomething elseWho knows what Photo by @joagbriel on Pexels.com
Prudence
By Scott Bailey © 2016 PrudenceSaves meFrom rash actsAnd decisionsDamn prudenceI need to fly! Image by Public Co from Pixabay
The Siege of the Stupid
By Scott Bailey © 2017 We have handed over our passportBattered down the hatchesIn a siege of our own designingSome feeling smug justificationOthers wondering if they should have done moreAll responsibleAll of usRemember thisHuddled behind our wallsWhen the hunger strikes Photo by Anthony Beck on Pexels.com
Fortune
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Fortune favours the boldRisk equals successPeople stop seeing riskAnd hand over their cashTheir timeTheir labourTheir livesThe minority shineThe majority are mesmerisedWhile they fall
Territory
By Scott Bailey © 2017 Territory shrinksAs the walls rise againAnd the drawbridge is raisedThe world is smaller The worst of timesFrom long agoAre opiumEntertainmentSleight of mind MeanwhileTerry the TorySniggers behindFake prideAnd cheap beer ProtestIs the latest sportAvariceThe virtue of power Photo by Aaditya Arora on Pexels.com
The Elixir
By Scott Bailey © 2017 The ElixirSwept through the voidHuntingStars glinting off theSilver skinThe peak of human inventionEmpty and silent Photo by SpaceX on Pexels.com
Seasons
By Scott Bailey © 2017 I’m fresh out of springBeyond the long summer daysWinter is coming Photo by Jessica Lewis Creative on Pexels.com
Purple Star
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Deep bright purple star.Piercing from the depths of roiling blue gas cloudsAnd a million billion starsOutshining Venus and MarsSwathes like silver pathsSome gathered in spiral wheelsAnd between them in the sparse dark spacesShips blink and travel on by.A memory from the deepest well of childhood.A memory that could not have… Continue reading Purple Star
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… Continue reading The Green Wizard
Parlay
By Scott Bailey 2017 We swing from lack ofParlay to way too much talkBlessing or a curse? Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com
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