Consensus

Consensus

25 December 2016

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Courtesy vilagjaro.blog.hu

 

Four horsemen

Count the sea horses

They practice

The countdown

The end of merry go round

When cheek falls to ground

 

Weaving threads

Three work in shadows

Their fingers

Nimble gears

Setting in motion action

A chain reaction

 

A ripple

Of tides uprising

Paving beds

Within shreds

Of unwoven tapestry

Penelope’s sea

 

Ulysses

Worn out by ventures

Flipping through

Adventures

On mantelpiece beckoning

Quiet reckoning

 

Past stardust

Millenary thrill

Lost in time

Echoes shrill

Ashes floating in the light

In memory the might

 

Wanderlust

Gnawing icicle

Frozen fear

Consensus

Nations gathered for the ban

Abort travel plan

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy pixabay.com

Seagull – Sophie Barker

In the Waiting Line – Zero 7 feat Sophie Barker

Calling – Bliss (feat Sophie Barker)

 

 

Opposites

Opposites

30 July 2016

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Courtesy mindtuber on deviantart.com

 

Tomorrow

We will colour knees

That scrape grounds

With the hues

Of rainbows locked in dewdrops

Purple sheen the sounds

 

Green yellow

Mixture of the traits

Melting pot

Of the threads

Princess the pauper now weds

In new beginnings

 

The Kings flock

In bed-ridden day

Opposites

Seeking ends

Closure within exposure

The key to the lock

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy 3mmi on deviantart.com

The Sea – My brightest Diamond

Reaching through to the Other Side – My brightest Diamond

We added it Up – My brightest Diamond

As He leads me Home

As He leads me Home

25 April 2016

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Slippery steep slope

The past a sleek marble wall

For the lost to grope

 

Holding on to threads

Silken, embedded in cracks

No basis for fate

 

The future’s presents

Unseen by the blind of heart

Pennies on their eyes

 

See them walking dead

Their bosoms laden with stones

Of their precious kind

 

Garland of flowers

Withering from stressful times

Each their own cross borne

 

I dwell in the now

My feet open source of surge

Thunderbolt for skies

 

Electricity

Coursing through my seething hands

His message of love

 

Infinity calls

Within my chest the answer

As He leads me Home

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy zlodeletmod.cafeblog.hu

Crisis of Faith – Audiomachine

Path to Freedom – Audiomachine

Home Again – Audiomachine