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A Reflective Mirror recounts

The Mirror is my forbode
It shows fragility in my face
but my mental self preservation
still resides
I am dancing with light
Rim and Refractive light interludes 
bringing her reflective nature to fore


I am rewarded with both fear and delight
But I come without tears
Questions come to me
What  should and could I have been
An Academic  or A Police Officer
but my mirror comes without preconceptions
I am a drowned Man
The ghost of the future

Dark Roads

Ahead, lies a dark road,
One where a curse has been bestowed,
Where the darkest clouds have been forbode,
Where everything's been throwed.

A road meant to pave
for a brighter tomorrow,
But everything you gave
Repaid with sorrow.
Always the sun sets low,
Casting a shadow
Over the woeful road.

You've been here before;
You hear the pity roar.
You ask yourself,
Should I be more?
But what's it all for?

You look to see
All roads are guaranteed
To always sink deeper than the sea.
What am I to be?

Forbode of Wilderness

Deposited, held in Amazon's Adonis arms
    Hidden inhospitably stashed, kite shadow 
    Curled furtive, stairway stupefied windshield
    Hallucinations lag languished in amusement


    Monkeys freeze, screech scamper scratch 
    Egg smooth roof unscathed cubby abode
    Jagged gaps hang fur curtain climbing mates
    Swung carefree in cramped homecamp humid 

    
    Aghast lopped log rest exhales raggedly 
    Snapped propeller askew salutes defeat 
    Wing bent lungs transform fortitude into fuel
    Crushed accordion bodied anaconda swivels


    Lock jaw latch tight to jungle gym frame 
    Liquid flow flanks scale, giant slug glued
    Fork tongue tastes rain drip following day hope
    Fangs prong Coconas sour tomato gold codicil

  
    Cluster juice burst berries, bittersweet bulbs
    Knobs of Contreu twisted tangerine vitamin
    Fibre feeds faith indispensible, thin torsos entwined
    Fight against forbode of abandonment, exhausted 




                  Anonymous Minor Survivors 
                     Middle of Jungle June

Our Father's Love Prevails

We journeyed the trail
Rain forbode
Just up the road
Picked flowers along the way
We created a colourful bouquet
Two bluejays flew by
They sang to say hi
Detailed feathers right on through
God's harmonious mix of white and blue
Blessed rain drops upon our heads
Like God's Angels sharing bread
Before our eyes
To our surprise
Sent love so high
God cleared the sky
Marvelous faces in the clouds
Heavenly sounds
Just like he said
Above our heads
Mystical rainbow appeared
All colours peered
Shined on
Then suddenly gone
I must say heaven has an ear
God's love we felt here
Continued to pray
Made our way
Off we went home
Time to create this poem
From this aromatic smell
Anyone can tell
Our Lord gave unto me
A lily from his valley
Rare to receive
Dropped from the sky and no one seen

Why You Don'T Cry

Destroyed cosy inquisitioned in light
    Detective sun floods roof lifted abode
    Harsh ray revelation, shark menace bite
    Adrenaline daggers stab at forbode


    Fireplace safe scaffold coughs in sunken fog
    Flight frantic response compels departure
    Haggard recognition, choked chimney smog
    Accumulates lump lung coal disaster

    
    Sorrow will slow her, solo is her plight
    Spat at offers smoulder in disregard
    Heroine rejects, chest prison gate tight
    Ashes of apathy, bleeding heart barred
    

    Swift blow attack ad libs a survivor
    Merciless evacuee manuevres




    29th May

He Will Duplicate

Held to expectation cast by citizens
Mirror assures return of gilded grins
Ballroom brag pats his back
Dancer has handshakes lubricated
Dignitaries' approval demonstrated

Slide through sludge of embellishing
Climbing supply sets steep trajectory
Chainmail armour can't crack
Schedule transferred into twenty four
Long clock pours hour numb typhoon

Two day growth rubs grey flat reflection
Ajar loss odds conjure slam of rejection
Glass heart arbiter fears attack
Campsite composed becomes complex
Company pivot competitively, sniff index

Windswept wolf is braced for coals' ignite
Empire pain laid relabeled, corporate heist
Exposed turgid slapped by lack
Asset confines his value crushed for cash
Worthless in combustion, a city collapsed


                  Identical colts interrupted
                  Bid for counterpart acclaim         
                  Business fortune corrupts
                  consecutive boys verbatim



                      21st February 
                  Tycoon's Forbode

Softened Stones

Slotted rocks allotted in a stacked wall of stone
Greeted me gray as smoke, carved statue honed
Halted my walk among sun snuck tall trunk home
Flatly reminded my psyche I'd arrived here alone 

For beyond its forbode, forest sprouts unknown
Told to me only in rubbed limbs creaked moans

To quenching's quest, searched soul seeds sown
Willing to merge with alternate ways, I will atone
With whatever whirled leaf torn trauma is thrown
Where woods go, be guided by my bravery shown

Hammered heart tells me climbing sparks danger
Safety belt suffocated, thus love stayed a stranger
Signals from scintillated stems, summons known 
Spurs me toward side greener, a renegade ranger





       2nd October 2020

      'Wall In The Woods' 

   Sponsor: Craig Cornish

Guildford Cathedral

A little known fact, one eerie night in this lovely city
The Omen was filmed, 'tis a pity

For I cannot pass the cathedral and appreciate it's beauty
Without thinking of Damien on his devilish duty

Poor Gregory Peck in an undeserving role
Played his father which took it's toll

Sequels two and three were filmed elsewhere
More encounters with Damien we could not bear

A grand and glorious cathedral tainted by the devil's own
In Hollywood's idea of a macabre tone

The uplifting view driving up the road
No longer can I see without forbode

I hope I did not scare you with my tale of sorrow
Goodnight, sweet dreams, we'll meet tomorrow

The Strid

The Strid

Get rid of the Strid with its seething torrent trapped amid the caves
In downward spiral coursing through a web of underwater stone
Oh that the river would have carved a safer way away from occulted potholes
Shame on its dogged passage that prefers the dangerous route
It could have chosen a placid path amid a tranquil retreat
Where solace is found amongst much safer depths
But retain the bowing trees that stand around and cast a shade
With hanging boughs for birds to alight and sing their song
Strange river that aspires to stream again to squeeze into the narrow 
A tempting bubbling brook that bluffs its onlooker
Mere stride to other side in gleeful daring
That tests the balance on slippery verge and rock
And Strid becomes the stride to play the waiting game
Thus claim ill fated darers that slip into its frothy forbode
With smothering aqueous wings dragged into caverns
Where infinite to remain and forever retained
In a murky swathe of peaty chambers yet to be discovered
Where amongst its conquests a would be king
Rules amid the Strid’s palatial watery kingdom

Unfaceable Indeed

 Unfaceable Indeed 

I used to think you'd forever hide
In the shadows of your failure
I used to think you'd let them chide
Your heart, for it wasn't pure
Stained by failure you forever denied
A fear so great it had no cure.

You were always stumped between
Embarrassment and fear
At night and day, courage was unseen
In fog and so unclear
Yet on that day, oh how knife-keen
Unafraid, shedding not a single tear!

Bravely you to battle strode
Though unarmed you fought the beast!
Uncaring of the troubles it forbode,
Your courage never ceased
On your back was a heavy load,
Challenging, to say the least !

The knight in you, how brave and tall
It stood to make things clear
Instead of cowering , despite the fall
At the battleground, thee was there!
Though not in history or in a famed hall
Unwavering, you battled your fear.

A Happy Poem

I am to write a happy poem for a change
To enjoy the sunshine, not the rain
Going to try to be like others smiling
Enjoy some time, ignorant in bliss

Today I ignore what is wrong in the world
So many others less fortunate than me
They can wallow in their own troubled land
To far away for me to see

I will preach a message of love, of glee
A warm handshake for those that be
Happy in all of their daily tasks 
Forgetting the world I will just think of me

Already I feel this discussion is flawed
As I walk alone along my street
Because all of the suffering is just as close 
As the person begging on the floor by my feet

So until this world is healed of its woes
When mankind gives as well as receive 
My writings will be dark and forbode
Of a time that struggles deep inside me

A Wish

Sadness.
My aching heart
strains to pump
its crimson life
and thus maintains
the whetted blade,
in dark forbode,
upon my neck. 

And tears,
whose flow
might ransom
my tormented mind,
lie dormant as
dry and
withered seeds
upon unyielding stone.

Might, instead,
I someday rise
and gaze transfixed
into the wholesome sky
with feelings of
forgotten love
that dare to
live again.

Exit of Eden

Welcome to my garden,child
I'm sssure you will be pleasssed
With all my flowersss growing
and my enchanted apple treesss
Follow me to the orchard
ssso you may underssstand
All the knowledge to be given if
you only take the chance
Your bright eyesss glow with wonder
and curious anxiety
SSSo bite into thisss apple and
you will truly sssee what isss to be....

The heavensss fall to darknesss
for your Father had forbode
You decieved hisss only warning from
the liesss you have been told
You had everything you've needed
and ssso you wanted more
You face,now,my obscuritiesss
Your Father closed the door
I am the ssserpent of this world
called devil,demon,sssin
You have fallen to my prey
for I have sssucked you in
The firssst lessson you have learned
from wisssdom you have sssought
Do not ever trussst a sssnake
for all sssoulsss can be bought!!!

Ideal Tricks

If mortal fantasies Are inspired by our imagination
Then our world of walls Is God's creation If we fall
To the ends of being And the Earth is yet What we're seeing
Then how can our delusions Whether fact or fiction
Give the church a right To pass out benediction
IF the ideal place has gone through obliteration
Will we be fooled by our imagination Can our hearts forbode
A place and moment where we fall in love And wish to repent
If we reminscinse the days away will we be left in poverty and decay
IT all depends if one thinks love is perpetual then their beings and spirits
will hold life as conceptual while watching broken dreams they will stumble
upon a recoilection their true selves are but a trick of the imagination

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