Sunshine

 

She was the sunshine behind living rain clouds
The silent solace in maddening crowds
The secret shared when pain echoed inside
While walking canal banks smoking a fag
And Polari voices our dreams confide
While sharing lunch in Pompey parks in bloom
Sweet pickle kisses amid spring bouquet
A pocket of peace in intimate gloom
My much needed break from every day.
With saying good-bye the worse kind of drag
A farewell returned to a sense of doom
Contained within the dark oppressive shrouds
Yet in her my love could live undenied
Believing hope that dreams would find a way

 

 

© Jem Farmer 2013

Awoken

 

In the moonlight a black mantle unfurls
And dark disturbed eyes illustrate fury
Yawning dreams disburse as spirit rises
And waking silky feathers stretch out sleep
With thundery echoes wings span dark skies
And dark seething eyes search the pits of hell
Hunger, what is this ravenous hunger?
Warriors call vengeance without mercy
Ask no questions there can be no answers
Only the searing scent of rancid flesh
Mortal enemies die, slowly in shreds
And there can be no mercy here tonight
No escape from paying the ultimate price
The price of disturbing me, the dark raven.

 

© Jem Farmer 2013. All Rights Reserved

Twin Flames

 

Inseparable souls are bound in love
As one reflects the other’s heart thereof
This love mere words simply cannot define
Yet we have known it many times before
Twin flames that burn as one in love divine
For you, my love, are my own sweet shadow
And I the echo to your gentle voice
Wherever you may go I will follow
As in our own love song our souls rejoice
With every day I sense our love is more
As in our kiss I taste the sweetest wine
If asked again I would make this same choice
As sure am I of all the things I know
We’re the spirits mirrored in realms above

 

 

JF 2013

Wilderness

by Wyldraven via Deviant Art

 

If I am love and she is my heart’s desire
I am the soul who burns within the fire
For I am bound in chains and in silent dreams
A dying rose of withered, whispered fears
The secret voice that speaks while darkness screams
And she, the light to ease this soul in pain
To take my hand and lead me safely home
And guide my eyes to see the truth again
For I am lost, in wilderness I roam
With stars the only witness to my tears
Echoes of time within memory’s streams
And only love keeps my head above loam
While balanced on this a mental high wire
I question what is left out there to gain

 

JF 2013

Dreams of Yesterday

Inspired by Monday’s Masterpiece Challenge - http://thehobbitchallenge.wordpress.com/2013/05/20/mondays-masterpiece-20-may-2013/

 

Self Portrait: Between the Clock and the Bed, Edvard Munch

 

He stares into the dreams of yesterday,
Before they fade in time and drift away
Oh how they danced until the break of dawn
Her pretty face that lit the starry sky
And then the day their only son was born
When love was shared in him, their growing man
They watched the Reds lift up the FA Cup
Then chips, always chips with a cold beer can
For then their life and times were on the up
But clocks don’t stop and time is ticking by
She’s gone and left his lonely heart forlorn
For this mortal loss there could be no plan
No fortune found within a china cup
And for a while alone is how he’ll stay.

 

JF 2013

 

 

Amaranta of Seville

My take on the Muse to the Music Challenge -http://thehobbitchallenge.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/muse-to-the-music-16-may-2013/

Flamenco Dancer by Brenda Morgado via Fine Arts America

 

The music ripples in a tidal flow
A shimmered trill of a promise I know
I see the rose to grace my lady’s hair
With burning eyes watching her dance tonight
She’s caught in the rhythm my lady fair
The spiral skirts turn to the click of heels
A fluttered fan that glances to my eye
All echo passion that my heart now feels
The only words I have; a gentle sigh
From deep within each move ripples in sight
She pauses holding still a breath of air
I’m lost once more as her flamenco reels
And wild, dark eyes burn brighter letting go
The curving turn as she bids me good-bye.

 

JF 2013

 

A Warrior’s Tears

 

The rage of war echoes within the dark
Against backdrops that glow dreary yet stark
A warrior’s tears fall silent on ground
His blood mingling with his saline orbs
Awaiting peace where Death’s presence is found
Another fight for honour is done and lost
Let misery and pain rebuild the town
This lonely place where love died to our cost
The price of war blood stains on a bride’s gown
Each bullet shot the media absorbs
And we all watch without protest or sound
As battle worn soldiers bed in the park
The Reaper walks on with a ghostly frown
To bring a peace to those who need it most.

 

JF 2013

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