DeathBringer – 8th October 2024

We can’t take them back
Their cries already ignored
Boats delivered murder
By guns, disease and sword
Ever pushing forward
In search of more reward
Broken promises betrayed
The trust in your accord

Beat down any rebellion
By sowing the seeds of discord
Masters of death and starvation
Even beyond the Golden Horde
All done with Bible in hand
And in the name of your Lord
Better this place was left alone
In peace and unexplored

Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Unexplored. It got dark quickly!

Perfecting The Eight – 6th October 2024

Here’s the one perfecting the eight-liner
Though some things must be said in twelve
Only enjoying writing the rhymer
And philosophy is the place to delve

Sometimes perfection is found in four
The idea sublimely surmised
Yet feeling obliged to write some more
Until the eight lines are realised


Submitted as a task for AllPoetry’s ‘An Expression of Yourself’ course.

Don’t be Ordinary

This assignment is going to take you beyond your reaches. I want something that you can’t even fathom writing. Go beyond what you think is normal.

Write to be remembered. Don’t write like anyone else… Don’t blend in! It’s okay to be original and shocking. To stir the pot and to poke the balloon and deflate it. Shake things up. Make a name for yourself.

Write a poem that you would want to define your ability. A poem that is read and the person is like… that is “your name here”.

Don’t write a poem where it could be stirred into water and blended in with everyone else.

This was an interesting task. I can look at a couple of other poets who follow their own rules and can be identified by their poetry.

As I’ve been writing for 40 years or so I don’t feel that I have a particularly identifiable style, though now I’m thinking more about it.

I do have a preference of style for my own writing though so I submit the following for now.

I could break my preference (and do sometimes force myself with different forms) but not sure that I could ever reach writing something that I can’t myself fathom…..

Close To Home – 4th October 2024

When the light pours out of me*
I will be there as your guide
A whisper from your guardian angel
To counter the devils at your side

Here is the lie of the land*
I’ll shield you from these rocky shores
Vigilant against the swelling tide
Forever knocking at your doors

When the light pours out of me
Together we shall roam
When the sunsets on the horizon
You are always close to home

Shared with WDYS #256 picture prompt and dVerse OLN #371
*paraphrased from Magazine.

Catch Glimpses – 3rd October 2024

Catch glimpses of what secrets mean
The lies plague each breath
The bed wet with a fire dream
Another secret, another death

Jump at the thunder flashes
The lies set the dream on fire
Cut by a thousand lashes
You catch glimpses of the liar

Shared with The Sunday Wordle 673
word list: wet jump secret dream bed breath secrets lashes fire plague glimpses lies
23rd Oct 2024 – Shared with Ragtag Daily Prompt – catch

The Old Straw Weaver – 2nd October 2024

The hands of the old straw weaver
Carry her gnarled knucklebones
Calculating the symbolons
Not nothing held in her empty hands

The essential is absent, inseparable
Familiar and unknown
The longing is an arrow, a gesture
An invitation toward the search

A hot lightning haunting
Snatched in the throttle of the bolt
Hungry in the forever unknowing
Searching fields empty of answers

A thrilling hand held sates
The old straw weaver
A symbolon of another something
A token of completion

Inspired and paraphrased from this post by Ars Poetica – go and read it! The picture was also found there.
Shared to Sammi Scribbles 383 – calculate (80 words) and What’s Going On

The Great Satan – 1st October 2024

Now settled in for the greatest joyful genocide
Where evil is no longer ashamed to hide
Death and mutilation a spectacle cheered
No prayers answered or conscience cleared

A playground of rubble where the children lay slain
Brothers mop up the body parts that remain
Rag-dolled and ruined by murderous intent
Fires fanned by despair of the innocent

A holy hand grenade signed and sent with a laugh
Floating ashes never find peace on this path
This fertile ground may never satisfy the beast
Once the Great Satan has been unleashed

Flat Earther – 30th September 2024

Living in a flat world
Able to see from here to there
To smell, touch and taste
Ride on clouds to share

Deconstructed culture
The world still goes around
Instant communication
A lightning strike profound

Automatic information
The hive mind buzzes
Armchair philosophers
Full of fight and fusses

Inspired by a Philosophy Now article about the Crisis of Culture and the thought that the internet has created a flat world

What Wisdom – 29th September 2024

Nothing now will change the mind
Of what’s decided by mankind
For all the proofs and arguments made
The highest price is always paid

A spear for heads, a sword for hearts
In search of union, the pulled-aparts
Secrets buried for manipulation
Histories bound for exploitation

The past once written on papyrus page
Wisdom to be lent to a future age
New evidence brings into dispute
The wisest moral substitute

And one true path could be agreed
By humanity unburdened, freed
Yet as decided by mankind
Nothing now will change their mind

Submitted to No Theme Thursday (picture prompt) and Poets and Storytellers United – substitution – a meditation on the stupidity of mankind when presented with the tools for wisdom and peace.