Gaols Poems - Poems about Gaols

... "As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire "Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." Charles Baudelaire "Smell is......Read the rest...

... "Small Mutinies" So what if my point of view is not that which wraps you in comfortably warm fluffed-up silky cashmere blankets of insecure insincerity simple sc......Read the rest...

...His thoughts a noose round the neck That betrays progress into better ray, Prisoner self-chained to surreal wreck Of diamond burdens beyond their say. His pulses another swift drift away Fr......Read the rest...

...Wired mortal from the English Art Banished from his home, spotted from a distance Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions First veneration of mystical minds Take a bow, take a bow. Oblite......Read the rest...

...FATE'S FOOTFALLS I'm on the thirty-five yard line theball is in my hand But I trip and fumble first down I got a job now suddenly I'm fired this must be my call I'm then tackled it's...fates......Read the rest...

... I do all day think, are there gaols I’ve not achieved? Yes, of course, many! Poetry, my voice, poetry, a portal, open, I write, no one hears. The one goal for me, for the world, harm......Read the rest...

...LOVERS LEAPb> How long the days of lovers cleft The brittle feel of nights bereft Where restless wind through cedar claws The rasping void of canyon jaws. The close up call of raptor hoot......Read the rest...

...Could a sadder face there be? Oh Crying eyes, melancholy. Please, don't drip those salty drops. So many kisses I'd give to stop! I am yours you are mine we will get threw in little ......Read the rest...

..."Have you called Brigit yet?" A friend to bawl and Here she is, in times or tales of plight and fight, peace and flight. One year for every finger on each hand, one to hold and one to rend. ......Read the rest...

...- Terence a Griffiths of Tyrone or Leitrim! Did he know but later of 1820 he would be there born A Flax Grower a renter from landlords of Lord Leitrim's domain To thresh and sack and cloth and so......Read the rest...

...Slither Slider Sludge from the quagmire to the dust we stand to face the mountain with the rage of shadows past I am anger I am pain I heard the shadows felt the rain caste the feelings ou......Read the rest...

...Dabbed on the cortex, the whorls radiate, swirl their trajectory ‘round and ‘round, pressing the matter ‘till synapses spit, the messages stammer in running aground, teleprompt thoughts, the lost......Read the rest...