Tears And The Moon

Faithful readers…
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to publish anything original. Blame work, mood, and my ever fickle muse. However, this little piece has been brutally dragged into the light for your delectation, so please let me know what you think. Thank you.

Blur-ed moon why mock me so;
My eyes thus filled with tears
As pools, turn light from thee
To watered vision,
Marring treasured glow.

Doubled moon thy face is twinned;
My sight so changed with crying
Spill, cannot so see
Thy silver gleam,
And white and wicked grin.

Swimming moon in nights dark lake;
’tis you I see through eyes
That weep, and there you hang
As witness to
This heart of mine that breaks.

Gentle moon thy presence most;
To comfort me in deep
Dark angst, and show to me thy
Beauty cold
That will for all be close.

Sweet Folly Street (The Court Of Bal-Samaroth)

Faithful readers,
This one, I think, will need some explaining. There are two phrases that came to me that formed this poem. The first, “Sweet Folly Street”. I had an idea for a poem about a dark and evil place, and for some reason, this is the street name that kept wanting to make itself heard. The second phrase, “Bal-Samaroth”, comes from the idea that I wanted to invent some mythical evil creature, something that someone like Stephen King may think up. And this is the name that formed. I hope you like this one. I really enjoyed the images I got when I wrote this. Thank you, as always, for reading.

Simon.

The troubles are endless
On Sweet Folly Street
Where Bal-Samaroth keeps court.
The people who live here
Are sick with their sin
They’ll tease and torment for their sport.

The pushchairs are empty
Except for old dolls
Whose eyes stare out of old heads.
The children are flown now
From Sweet Folly Street
But dreams still haunt them to bed.

The alleys are dirty
Down Sweet Folly Street
Where Bal-Samaroth holds sway.
No music is danced to
No laughter is heard
Colours are faded to grey.

The windows are boarded
The doors daubed with blood
The sickness that of the mind.
Be wary of roaming
On Sweet Folly Street
Who knows what evil to find.

The atmosphere frightens
On Sweet Folly Street
Where Bal-Samaroth is rule.
No couples go strolling
Or share a sweet kiss
Love turns to something most cruel.

The lights are all darkened
The air old and used
No joy to be seen at all.
Don’t wander with interest
Down Sweet Folly Street
For steps on this street will fall.

Such evil is witnessed
On Sweet Folly Street
Where Bal-Samaroth runs free.
Don’t risk your damnation
Keep ever so clear
Turn swift on your heals and flee.

Paths other than this one
Should always be tread
Be clear of message so said.
For once you start moving
Down Sweet Folly Street
You’ll see the homes of the dead.

Five Crows : A Reading

Well I certainly seemed to have struck a nerve with Anthony Gomez. He has recorded another of my newest poems, “Five Crows”. I will repeat, although not fade it’s integrity through repetition, that I am so very honoured that someone who has never met me, who only reads my words on his screen, feels the urge to want to record the recitation of my work. I know I am a lucky man indeed to have so many wonderful readers. I hope you like this reading.

Five Crows – read by Anthony Gomez

Love You More : A Reading

The extremely generous Anthony Gomez read my guest post on ScottishMomus’ blog, and decided that he liked the flow of it so much he wanted to record his reading of it. I am still flabbergasted that someone wants to read my words at all (honestly!) never mind like them enough to want to record them. So here is his reading of my poem “Love You More”. I hope you like it.

Soliloquy

I caught an extremely interesting TV program about Shakespeare’s Hamlet this evening. Once again, it got me thinking that I do not know enough about his marvelous plays. I am going pick up my reading of Hamlet where I left off this week, but in the meantime, here is my attempt at a soliloquy. I hope you like it.

Alas, what truth is this, so laid before me?
Why does my heart drop so, my brow to moisten and my lifesblood to freeze within me?
Not this. Not this.
For though in my way, I have inflicted such mortal wounds as to deserve a lifetime in misery, this wicked stab at the core of me is too much for man to bear.
Is it, though, my ego so bruised? Am I paying service to my own pride with a self constructed affront?
Nay. Nay, a thousand times nay. This pain inflicted is a true and real thing.
And in my heart of hearts, may I deserve it. I shall flee, I shall flee, I shall leave all this burden and flee.
And though I shall escape this o’er hanging cloud of dark and imminent storm, I know that forever now, until my final mortal breath, thy wicked deed will haunt me ’til my passing.

Five Crows

Goodness, isn’t this a strange one. No rhythm to it, not much rhyme, but all stemmed from seeing five crows fly above me as I walked home. I wonder what you, my faithful readers, will think?

Five crows to watch o’er hallowed ground
Where now I lay with nought but
Dust where blood did pump and run.

One crow, as pitch, for heart now still;
One crow as night for soul.
One crow, as jet, for breath now gone;
One crow as black for hope.
The final crow, for you my dear,
To fly high up above.

Five crows to guard this final tomb
Where now I sleep eternally
The slumber of the dead.

One crow, as shade, for bitterness;
One crow as tar for joy.
One crow, as oil, for anger hot;
One crow as dark for time.
The final crow, for you my dear,
To fly to you my love.

Judgment : A Reading

I wrote this piece as quite a ‘throwaway’ one – I had the urge upon me to write and publish something, and this is what came of it. However, I didn’t know that it would strike someone as it has Anthony Gomez. He has done me the honour of performing a reading of the piece, and he’s published it on his SoundCloud site. I would highly recommend you take a listen, he has imparted a life to my words. Please click the link and have a listen.
Judgment : A Reading

If you want to take a look at his words, his site can be found here JustHappenedUponThis.

Thank you, and thanks to Anthony for allowing me to share his reading.

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