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Adam Silk Poem
My fire snorted and all is still,
Chaos does come; lull in the hills.
My mother weeps & daddy cries,
Not peace nor love seen in the skies.
Looking on stirred, with jaws agape,
As blood does stain my flowing cape.
A laugh echoes around & around,
A serpent’s grin, with malice crowned.
‘Come! There is place for us now,
Where Chaos can rule and avow.’
Scanning left, right, left and down,
There was none a soul around!
I search within and find us there,
The architects of this despair.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
Percival Tucker rose at noon, then wept,
He ate and then at dusk again he slept,
It matters not what he thought or did say
But where his frail body to rest did lay.
I did not know him well, nor did many;
Yet he was there for all to see:
Pinned by gagging mouths and rolling eyes,
Beaten and bound by subtle sighs.
In the air his voice could be heard
To those that saw the grass draw breath,
But not to us who turned our heads
Whenever his gold tears were shed.
How his eyes did gleam with burning grace,
And how his heart did pulse with fiery love
For the swatted flies and the ants forlorn
That trekked with fear across his dark, cracked floor.
Yet his heart did ache those few long months
Whilst he sat down, beside his phone.
Knees tucked into his bare, gaunt chest,
Listening to the dialling tone.
And the anger he caused that day
To dare delay the ride of Mrs Hayne!
And the horror he caused those kids
As he flung his soul before that train.
The scoffs and groans and sighs
And tuts of dismayed ties
Will amount his bright life
To the eight-minute delay he caused that day.
So Percival will burn with all the rest.
No crowds will weep, nor child protest,
And someone somewhere, yawning at their desk,
Will mark a tally and file another number.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2026
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Adam Silk Poem
I gaze upon a sea of roses,
That paint the valley green,
But I see the weed that poses
As grass in beauty serene.
Red roses soar, ‘bove the hills
And not daisies nor the nettles,
Can distract from the frills
Of the sweet, sweet rose petals.
But pale roses bound,
In bands so, so tight,
‘Till the poor stems sound,
Cries of woe and cries of spite.
The sun has come, yet still they weep,
Their petals stained with fleeting pain,
But through the earth, their roots run deep,
And soon they rise to bloom again.
And so the sun sings in the skies,
And bathes the land from black’ned lies.
Once more I gaze upon the sea,
And not a single weed I see.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
Your green eyes look at my green eyes,
And I wonder if you can ever see me.
Your sweet lips talk to my attentive ears,
And I wonder if you can ever understand me.
Your small nose breathes: in and out,
And I wonder if you can ever smell me.
Your soft hands hang, alone, by your side,
And I wonder if you can ever touch me.
You smile at me, as your friend,
And I wonder if you can ever love me
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
Sweet, sweet eyes,
Soft, soft smile,
So sleep, sleep,
Child sleep awhile.
Let light be the shade,
O’er your delicate eyes.
Let worry now fade,
And the future be your prize.
Rest easy now child,
Our Father does watch us,
Weep not, dear child,
For he will save us.
Let love be the guide,
That lights your troubled way,
You need not hide,
From His cheering sun rays.
We lambs are loved,
Forever & Forever.
So live & live my belov’d,
And weep & weep never.
Listen and hear his voice,
He cries for thee,
He smiles with thee,
He loves thee.
And so let Heaven and Earth rejoice!
For the child is forever free!
And so, my child, 'tis time,
To end our mind play,
As we hear the chime,
And listen, as forever I say:
I love you.
Sweet, sweet eyes,
Soft, soft smile,
So sleep, sleep,
Child sleep awhile.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
A mask of innocence I wore,
To hide my red eyes sore.
In worlds together we dreamt of,
You would hold me like foxglove.
The face of pain you made,
Retreats my own to shade.
‘Neath to the nest of old oak,
From birds sounded the words you spoke;
‘Must we stay one,
Sooner is the pain in two.
You breathe like fog,
For remote mine love hides’
A “Bye” you say one more time,
Too remote is the final sign,
From spring is peace brought forth,
A map and hope takes us north.
From such in rain shalt hide I,
And worlds we found help mine cry.
I see now songs of love,
Unlock the cage of doves.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
Lone 'neath the weeping willow dark,
The lies we spoke, in whispers sown,
Scarred the blackened bark,
That all may see and groan.
Begot in shade the woe and pains,
That climb and twist through iron roots,
Forming our bondage chains
Of deadly dark disputes.
Speak! Speak! Cried the girls and boys,
In weeping mud, and wailing rain.
Alas there was no noise,
In the darkness: deaf and vain.
Yet hear the bell’s cheer!
Revealed in the warm sun,
A spectacle all shall hear,
When the light has won.
Love! Love! Sang the children and men,
Through breathing grass, in dancing glades.
Love! Love! Piped the doves and wrens,
In the light: where truth is made.
So echo the love and joy of light,
Sing the hymns of peace it shines,
Lest all, in truth, rise to fight,
For Light, the visage most divine.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
The sun does arise,
On the valley sweet,
The birds & pups wise,
Call our kits to meet.
The hoots & hollers,
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar,
Lone in the Sky Isles.
The sun does down,
On the green hills tired,
Lining the vale round,
Our pets to bed retired.
The whistles & purrs,
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned.
Long time does pass,
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass,
Warmed by a low hum.
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp,
Wond’ring: ‘just whether,
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
Love not the cruel world-
where the birds take to the sky,
leaving snakes to crawl.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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Adam Silk Poem
The springtime comes; cherry snow reigns,
No further cold nor ice remains.
O Sakura your beauty known,
In Sakura my love is shown.
Copyright © Adam Silk | Year Posted 2025
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