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Best Poems Written by Redkite In-Flight

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Hypocrisy of the Village Flock

Hypocrisy within the Village Flock

As the seasons of my life changes, glorious it may not be!!
Valley bells summons the flock to chapel.
Heavily polished Pews squeak, as Village flock take their seats.
Distant ghostly voices ring out with such shallowness.
“Chapel roof raised with such false faith”
No attention paid to the sermon.
The congregation floored by jealousy, as each man mirrored by his own status.
Women competing, against their hats and frocks.
Jealousy worms weaving through their gowns,
feathers in hats, quivers as the coven moves through the vestry door.
Minister excited to the jingles of the collection box whilst being passed around and around.
my soul lays upon a bed of thistles.
Whilst the thorned crown compresses the thoughts within my head.
Lurking within the shadows of the cross .
Whilst the gruelling over the sacrificial lamb
So-called reputable men “ that should not be”
The pitch pine pulpit, creeks with despair.
Parishioners best clothed with shiny shoes,
“all hypocrites congregate here”!!
Layer upon layer of blasphemous faith,
create a stain on uneasiness upon the so-called sacred walls .
Each Private hymnbook worn by sweating hand,
fidgeting tell- tales of fear through ware.
Each before God and un- easy to what conscience they happen to bear!! 
 “ If this is faith, then I want no more,”
All false faces glance, finally and for the last time.
I exit through the memories, OF that stained chapel door.

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Lie's My True Idyll

My cottage becomes a mystical Universe In retirement beyond the World.
Eminently perched along side the river Towy,
Lie’s my True Idyll.
I survey the ever changing landscape,
from here to where the river reaches
“The Sky.”
Below, shimmers of waters. That ever flow
and flow without pause.
Only to be broken, by the splashes of the
allusive Brown Trout whilst feasting upon
the hatching of the Elegant May Fly.
In broken channels Salmon lie, in their
quest to swim upstream to spawn
“ as many will die.”
Above us ‘ Day-Blind Stars ‘ awaiting
to take their turn at night.
The warm breath of a Spring breeze,
tickles the fur of the Bumble Bee.
Now! with splendour and vigour,
a profusion of growth with every tree.

In readiness to give birth to ‘buds’, cut
like Beautiful Emeralds.
To sit and listen, whilst each Wild Bird
heartfully sings each song twice.
Behold danger as a Goss Hawk ,
lives here too!!
The adventureous Egeret walks upon air.
Mirrored by still pools, as he stands to stare.
A duck streches her wings to reveal her brood;
A single tear of joy she sheds.
Across the flow, grassing herd of Cows
to lick the morning honey dew.
As the rain drops fall from Swallows wings.
To ‘Kiss a blaze of Meadow Flowers’.
A Dragon fly, pauses to rub a leg over its head.
A Spider plays ‘ hide and seek’ within the hedge,
to the ‘barks’ from the Jack Russell.
I am in Heaven. All that I survey,
“Enriches our Souls “

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The Torturedcuckcoo

The Tortured Cuckoo

Delivered-bewildered and confused, onto a foliage. No direction from those empowered to parent so weak a fledgling. Clawed and pecked for being, an easy release of pent-up frustration upon defenceless creature.

Eat, and be reminded that you never contributed food to the table. Sleep, but only after the replayed nightly rants. Clothe, but only sufficient to cover modesty. Daily rebuke, for merely existing in this confused environment
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The mute mother, covered and suppressed by incessant torment. Offers no more than, ‘Never Mind Love’. Neighbours uninterested in the welfare of other flocks say, ‘’He’s always flitting from one nest to another nest’’.

Sister distanced and removed for safety. Half- sister distanced by umbilical distain for someone not of their father. Grand parents- indifferent to my presence, unable to give recognition to my mere existence. Their talons sharpened by others. Success never acclaimed, but failure always punished.

Then to fly the nest, when devoid of sinews of loving strength and the wombed bedroom never yours to return to in times of need. When every step taken with ease and encouragement for others, is a thorned briar at every turn for you.

Alertness and deviance become your friends. Opportunist and far thinking, you build a nest of comforting security- so long denied. Once a long time featherless, now wearing full plumage.

The mountains are your refuge, they reciprocate litheness and stealth. They seek neither intimacy nor show distain. On these high contours you are the predatory Hawk. Words unanswered for so long are replaced by ‘thoughts and dreams’ that dance upon the wind!!!.

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My Failing Life

My Failing Life  
My bones are chilled; winter like death. 
Cold lay bare - rain like tears.
Wildflower that opens in the morning and 
by the evening cut down - only to wither.
Innocence answers to fear - every heart broken
with breasts torn asunder.
Distant ghostly promises!!
Now is the time, if there were remedies or regrets;
 innumerable stills in my mind.
A reflexion of possibilities that might have been.
Disappointed in what has yielded in love –
disaffected of life.
Sands of my life sinking in a time glass,
awaiting to pay my debt to nature.
Death worms drags a man almost unbeknown to himself,
down to the  prison of  “His Grave”.
Into the cold quiet soil, of the once most cherished Valley.
Death worms - move through the soil and clamber over
“flesh and soul”.
Death will have no power over me.

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My Own Obscurity

My Own Obscurity.

Tears of grief.

Crooked Mind.

Hunched sloping shoulders with head hung low.
Burdened with embellished memories of confusion through pain.

Cry of mind...
Like an electrical storm, energizing anger with flashes of light.
Fluctuating between boyhood and this broken man,

Searching in raw structural reflection. Confused-
What is love? What is actual love?
Immense turbulent feelings of guilt in mammoth proportions
Never to trust again!!

A little boy-nurtured and tortured with no care or morality towards him.
Trauma of sexual,physical and emotional pain,
Soul being taken-
Ripped apart and destroyed, time and time again.

Now- A Professional Towering in Reputation among all who know me.
Impulse towards perfection and creativity,
In an attempt to cleanse my body and mind.

A testament:-
All sacrificed victims are as one-
The child within me represents them all.
My emotional skeleton is the gravestone of all sacrificed innocence.

My world of loneliness.

Let me be.