tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32135471151495031502011-11-15T01:46:37.660+13:00winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-45480232875323040112011-11-15T01:46:00.000+13:002011-11-15T01:46:37.677+13:00Trains….. For years I didn’t travel far….. but now I am in love, with trains and planes and railway stations and airports…. I like the sense of moving… passing through… a face in a crowd… <br /><br />railway station coffee….not what it used to be…. so much choice!<br /><br />the passenger who told me I had beautiful eyes… truly a passing compliment!!<br /><br />the bookshops (with special offers…!)<br /><br />the echo <br /><br />the gorgeous buildings<br /><br />BIG funky clocks<br /><br />even grumpy ticket collectors.. (its part of the uniform… lovely folk really!)<br /><br />tickets….<br /><br />waiting to meet friends…<br /><br />photo’s with my iPhone….<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HxGjhLema8/TsENbbvOApI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6hrGkBb5lyg/s1600/IMG_2223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HxGjhLema8/TsENbbvOApI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6hrGkBb5lyg/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-4548023287532304011?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-18100394562440536422010-08-19T19:06:00.003+12:002010-08-19T19:12:43.812+12:00evenings miracle<br />rainbow over the storm clouds<br />hopeful beginnings<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-1810039456244053642?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-12360560483061041872009-04-01T19:58:00.003+13:002009-04-02T17:07:11.241+13:00Yesterday<br />a student set fire<br />to the meeting room<br />I came out<br />in empathy<br />hid in a cave<br />and upset a techie<br />but drank his coffee anyway<br />thick, strong, black<br />needed<br /><br />Japanese characters<br />show me<br />what a broken heart<br />looks like<br />I think I already know<br />but I like their lines<br />I wash them down<br />with chamomile tea<br />and talk small<br />of autumn<br />in the other hemisphere<br />and hard rains<br />feeding rivers<br />that run brown<br /><br />Somewhere<br />an alarm bell<br />gets stuck<br />howling in memory<br />crying out<br />for the flames of passion<br />I meet an angel<br />carrying a trophy<br />through the discordant<br />siren song<br /><br />Calculated words<br />glow blue<br />conjured<br />by the number<br />magician<br />He stands by the window<br />where the phoenix palm burns<br />against a sky<br />of grey and purple<br />perfectly bisected<br />by a silver line<br /><br />Penguins are imported<br />into icy text boxes<br />I type seahorse<br />without<br />hyphenation<br />and go<br />turtle hunting<br /><br />Psychologist<br />clever guy<br />hands out strategies<br />on yellow post it notes<br />The overhead fan<br />(newly acquired and used<br />in appreciation)<br />blows them from our hands<br />even before<br />we have claimed them<br />and stamped them with our<br />whorled ID<br />They spin and flutter wildly<br />pushed by forces<br />beyond control<br />like us<br /><br />I leave<br />before the guy finishes speaking<br />This meeting doesn't need me<br />my day here is done<br />and already<br />tomorrow's shadow<br />is too close<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-1236056048306104187?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-53390745356896364392008-07-21T21:27:00.000+12:002008-07-21T21:28:45.724+12:00At times<br />when<br />life and love<br />are dulled<br /><br />I crave chili<br /><br />for its fiery heat<br />that flushes my skin<br />and fakes passion<br />so well<br /><br />its dark sexy earthiness<br />that tastes<br />of long nights<br />of raw love<br /><br />the way it makes<br />my lips tingle<br />like they have just<br />been kissed<br /><br />and fills<br />me with desire<br />for more...<br /><br /><form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get"><br /> <input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="lid" value="16220" type="hidden"><br /> <input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-5339074535689636439?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-26652707762578968562008-07-17T20:24:00.002+12:002008-08-04T19:05:38.581+12:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7-d5vrYMrU/SJaonJprHaI/AAAAAAAAACk/6cdbvF79Ol8/s1600-h/poemofthemonth7-08-1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7-d5vrYMrU/SJaonJprHaI/AAAAAAAAACk/6cdbvF79Ol8/s320/poemofthemonth7-08-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230553407796485538" border="0" /></a><br />On this cold morning <br />still blanketed<br />in the woolly folds of sleep<br />the glow of grey wintery light<br />from my window<br />fills me up,<br />like the final<br />soaring note<br />of a choir<br />dying<br />in the vaults<br />of a gothic cathedral<br /><br /><br />I love<br />this white painted room,<br />with it's wooden floors<br />rough plaster walls<br />and an old cross<br />hanging from a<br />fire blackened beam<br /><br />a perfect contrast<br />to the heat<br />and mess<br />and richness<br />of us<br /><br />the only color I see<br />is a tiny splash of burning red<br />all that's left<br />of yesterdays<br />fleeting moment of desire<br /><br />but the pain has gone now<br />and all I in want in life<br />is this <form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get"><br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="34056" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-2665270776257896856?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-5606464726914001902008-07-14T13:36:00.002+12:002008-07-14T13:41:39.089+12:00Last week<br />we walked on the beach<br />just after the equinox<br />the tide so high<br />we had to wade thigh deep<br />to reach the peninsular<br /><br />I drew a huge picture in the sand<br />of Van Gogh’s Starry Night<br />I waved to the planes<br />as they took off from the airport<br />and wished them a safe journey,<br />and a Sunday morning<br />as happy as mine<br /><br />I cooked beautiful<br />spicy couscous<br />with yellow and green zucchini<br />sweet red peppers, wild mint<br />fresh lemon juice<br />and chilli...always chilli<br /><br />I dressed all in pink<br />and made a bouquet of paper flowers<br />with photo’s of my friends for faces<br /><br />I watched Othello smother Desdemona<br />(twice)<br />and listened to King Lear<br />rage against the storm<br />and break down in tears of frustration<br />while the fool looked on<br /><br />I fell in love with a movie<br />and watched it 5 times<br />and I played the soundtrack<br />over and over<br />in my car<br /><br />I thought about running away<br />to Dublin<br /><br />and somewhere<br />between the full moon<br />and Shakespeare<br />we said<br />goodbye<br /><form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get"><br /> <input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="lid" value="33806" type="hidden"><br /> <input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-560646472691400190?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-78637246533978563362008-06-23T10:39:00.004+12:002008-06-24T13:28:01.683+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">Two tiny sparrows are dancing around,<br /><br />between a Lemonwood tree and my<br /><br />sugar frosted deck railing.<br /><br />Winter sky is iced with pink<br /><br />becoming white and vacant<br /><br />as it hits a cold relentless sea.<br /><br />I can see three church spires,<br /><br />definitely the dreaming variety,<br /><br />and a renovated castle,<br /><br />almost like a view<br /><br />over a medieval village<br /><br />in Italy or Portugal.<br /><br />Smoke from the chimneys<br /><br />of the houses below<br /><br />puffs dirty smudges over the tree's,<br /><br />mostly naked now,<br /><br />but a few are still clinging<br /><br />to their vibrant autumn dress.<br /><br />Across the brook,<br /><br />the Norfolk pines,<br /><br />with their branches like magic wands,<br /><br />stand on the ridge of the hills,<br /><br />stark, against their<br /><br />washing powder blue white backdrop.<br /><br />They are repairing<br /><br />a rig down at the port,<br /><br />(cheap labor here)...<br /><br />three giant steel towers,<br /><br />which are lit up at night,<br /><br />they are our midwinter Christmas trees<br /><br />in this town.<br /><br />Two innocent looking white clouds<br /><br />are headed towards us<br /><br />from over the dark pine clad hills<br /><br />way up the valley,<br /><br />benign they may be,<br /><br />but they say it will rain later.<br /><br />Hurry, cover the solstice bonfires,<br /><br />for we must dance to their flame tonight....<br /><br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="32830" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-7863724653397856336?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-44005310319312025502008-06-20T22:03:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:27:23.603+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">past dreams cut my feet<br />as darkness finds me walking<br />through their broken shards<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="32596" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-4400531031931202550?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-64070262563232960032007-08-02T21:19:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:26:36.091+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">In silence I sit<br /><br />hearing<br />only<br /><br />the soft whispery sound<br />of the keys<br />under their prophylactic cover<br />as they submit<br />to the weight of my fingertips<br /><br />turning the<br />nothing<br />of my words<br />to very dark<br />against bright white<br />all light<br />and<br />the absence<br />of light<br /><br />in their<br />new<br />enlightened state<br />they are<br />gone<br />unfettered<br />free<br /><br />to be<br /><br />bread<br />for the hungry<br /><br />hope<br />for the lost ones<br /><br />companions<br />for the lonely<br /><br />trinkets<br />for the fools<br /><br />drugs<br />for the dreamers<br /><br />or just<br />more<br />cosmic waste<br /><br />to settle<br />like dust<br />on the<br />velvet coated<br />shoulders<br />of<br />the poets<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="12527" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-6407026256323296003?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-42004194692735128422007-07-29T11:10:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:25:57.393+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">leaves whirl past<br />the figure<br />as he lies<br />curled in<br />his own embrace<br /><br />so close<br />they brush<br />with burning<br />brow<br />yet<br />their frenzied<br />dance<br />is<br />undisturbed<br /><br />fervent eyes<br />raised<br />heavenward<br />blind<br />to grey<br />concrete framed<br />sky<br /><br />no shiver<br />wracks his body<br />against winters<br />icy breath<br /><br />whisper<br />of glass<br />shattering<br />on wet<br />pavement<br />is drowned<br />in natures<br />rowdy<br />partying<br /><br />noone<br />hears the<br />breaking<br />of<br />hearts<br /><br /><br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="12557" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-4200419469273512842?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-21009521336128237362007-07-29T10:56:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:25:17.911+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">vibration on thigh<br />incredibly sensual<br />your voice from afar<br /><br />maybe these ring tones<br />are just the opening bars<br />of an opera<br /><br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="12501" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-2100952133612823736?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-91917203723898260022007-07-23T21:53:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:23:53.688+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">frost rimed leaves<br />crunch<br />underfoot<br />while<br />below<br />hardened earth<br />tiny pale shoots<br />bide their time<br />in dark<br />stiffly blanketed<br />beds<br /><br />unfooled by<br />blinding light<br />of tepid sun<br />they know<br />the<br />thaw<br />is not yet<br />imminent<br /><br />as icy breath<br />pushes down<br />past<br />brittle fragments<br />nature<br />the sorceress<br />in her<br />canny wisdom<br />echoes<br />my plight<br /><br />as together<br />we dwell<br /><br />all senses<br />frozen<br /><br />in<br />this<br />heart<br />of<br />winter<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="12467" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-9191720372389826002?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-73083721033113923142007-06-15T15:50:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:04:35.413+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">sunlight burns through sleep<br />tenuous intermittent<br />irretrievable<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="11562" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-7308372103311392314?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-85161065098849841082007-06-06T19:46:00.004+12:002008-06-24T13:23:10.993+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">fiery evening sky<br />meets icy crystalline sea<br />soon the sun will drown<br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="11196" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-8516106509884984108?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-6435440638270296422007-06-06T19:46:00.003+12:002008-06-24T13:22:35.121+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">cold<br />sleepless<br />early hours<br />dreams<br />become<br />nightmares<br />hopes<br />a frozen<br />wasteland<br /><br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="11152" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-643544063827029642?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-33172741758734063752007-06-04T21:43:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:21:44.988+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">how long<br />before<br />my waking<br />thoughts<br />are not<br />forged<br />in the<br />shape<br />of you<br /><br />how long<br />before<br />I can walk<br />this town<br />and hold my<br />head high<br />instead of gazing at<br />the pavement<br />to avoid<br />every street sign<br />and<br />cafe, all<br />shrines<br />to the memory<br />of you<br /><br />how long<br />must I live<br />in silence<br />because the<br />brook in<br />full flow<br />the cry of the Tui<br />and every song<br />I hear<br />on the radio<br />is just another<br />nail in this<br />heart<br />that holds<br />the writhing<br />pain of you<br /><br />how long until<br />my last soft<br />word<br />before sleep<br />is not your<br />name<br />uttered,<br />like a<br />dying<br />prayer<br />to some distant<br />deity<br /><br />how long until<br />that name is<br />no more than<br />4 letters<br />consisting<br />of one syllable<br />three consonants<br />and a vowel<br /><br />how long<br />until<br />you become<br />just<br />another<br />love<br />poem.....<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="11100" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-3317274175873406375?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-63321238927335421502007-06-03T17:04:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:20:59.377+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">Oh ragged poets<br />enfold me in broken arms<br />feed me hungry words<br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="11069" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-6332123892733542150?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-67471246874339647362007-06-01T15:49:00.002+12:002008-06-24T13:19:58.816+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">In all your<br />icy<br />glory<br />you<br />come<br /><br />to outshadow<br />my<br />darkness<br /><br />to freeze<br />my<br />coldness<br /><br />to take me<br />for your<br />own<br /><br />I<br />crave<br />the very<br />bones<br />of you<br /><br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="10909" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-6747124687433964736?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-91421379622191752632007-05-31T11:43:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:19:24.256+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">impassioned enthralled<br />life bejewelled by verses<br />of 5-7-5<br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="10799" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-9142137962219175263?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-47216671704985467692007-05-30T17:53:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:18:45.459+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">When you left the last time<br />I came to Starbucks<br />almost in defiance<br />of you<br />of us<br />(we hated Starbucks..)<br />of your cruelty<br />of my breaking heart<br />of our pain...<br /><br />my tongue<br />luxuriated<br />in<br />every<br />sip<br /><br />each<br />sexy<br />bubble<br />of<br />soft<br />frothy<br />chocolate sprinkled<br />cinnamon spiced<br />creamy<br />white<br />foam<br /><br />licked<br />(lovingly)<br />from my spoon<br /><br />was a bubble<br />popped<br />between<br />me<br />and<br />healing...<br /><br />or so<br />I believed...<br />that first the pain<br />and then<br />the<br />pleasure...<br /><br />today I am back<br />in Starbucks<br />again...<br /><br />that first the pleasure<br />and now<br />the<br />pain...<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="10080" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-4721667170498546769?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-80459540500668531332007-05-29T15:50:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:18:07.896+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">When the<br />love affair<br />ended<br />for the poet<br />(although I believe<br />love affairs<br />never<br />truly<br />end<br />for poets...<br />but thats another poem)<br />he opened his<br />box of words<br />and applied them<br />to his pain<br />like band aids<br /><br />Be careful<br />of taking words<br />from the poet<br />lest you disturb<br />some<br />unhealed<br />hurt<br />that<br />lies<br />beneath<br />lest he<br />never<br />recover<br />again...<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="10081" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-8045954050066853133?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-48571911480123102182007-05-27T18:02:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:16:17.822+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">sugar moon sails high<br />sunwarmed skin in icy sea<br />baked alaska heart<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="10706" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-4857191148012310218?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-29099568530910351402007-05-26T19:56:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:15:42.853+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">In cowardice<br />you call to say<br />goodbye<br /><br />I remember<br />our last<br />meeting<br />and<br />the lie<br />burning<br />in your eyes<br /><br />Eyes that<br />blinded<br />my soul<br />drew me in<br />until I was lost<br />stumbling<br />in your<br />shadow<br /><br />Eyes that wrest<br />my senses<br />twisted my heart<br />left<br />my existence<br />gripped<br />in nameless<br />agony<br /><br />Eyes<br />short sighted<br />bitter<br />echoing<br />the cruelty<br />of ancient<br />hurt<br /><br />Eyes<br />hardened<br />with icy<br />tears<br />yet unshed<br /><br />I was<br />abandoned<br />drowning<br />in your<br />eyes<br /><br />I was saved<br />for I never<br />had to face<br />their cold<br />rejection<br /><br />I am blessed<br />for these eyes<br />still<br />reflect<br />the light<br />beyond<br />my<br />dark<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="10705" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-2909956853091035140?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-13425901313931762922007-05-24T17:45:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:15:07.537+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">how beautiful....<br /><br />the rain<br />as it rattles<br />like marbles<br />hailing down<br />on the tin roof..<br /><br />the light<br />eerie<br />grey<br />luminous<br /><br />and the<br />lack of light<br />mystical<br />in its<br />melancholia<br /><br />the whisper of<br />the rainbow maker<br />in the absence of<br />the suns heat<br />to free it from stillness<br />and to let flow<br />it's colours...<br /><br />the comforting hiss<br />of the flames<br />pulsing their heat<br />from the heart<br />of the room<br /><br />the gentle little gale breaths<br />in the glen...<br />making the<br />cypress trees dance<br />their wild waltz<br /><br />the hills<br />glaring down at me<br />in their cold<br />disapproval<br />of my<br />betrayal<br />of those<br />who kept me<br />safe<br /><br />and my<br />heart<br />battered<br />but still<br />burnished<br />bright<br /><br />and<br />my soul<br />flying<br />freely<br />uncaptured<br />still.....<br /><input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="10539" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-1342590131393176292?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-41942448519188017152007-05-23T14:43:00.002+12:002008-06-24T13:14:13.993+12:00Heart strong<br />eyes unseeing<br /><br />(soul shuttered)<br /><br />tongue<br />stilled<br /><br />lips<br />untrembling<br /><br />in brave<br />yet<br />craven<br />SILENCE<br /><br />I<br />walk<br />away<br /><br />while <br />inside<br /><br />my<br />shining<br />unimportant<br />agony<br /><br />HOWLS<br />splendidly <br /><form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get"><br /> <input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="lid" value="10437" type="hidden"><br /> <input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-4194244851918801715?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-29979384467962920402007-05-22T10:47:00.002+12:002008-06-24T13:13:22.131+12:00<form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get">At the<br />ending<br />of<br />the first day<br /><br />my one<br />comfort...<br /><br />crisp<br />clean<br />unsullied<br />sheets<br />free<br />from<br />the<br />stains<br />of something<br />cheap<br />you wrapped<br />up<br />and sold<br />to me<br />as<br />love<br /><br /><input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /><input name="lid" value="9972" type="hidden"><br /><input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-2997938446796292040?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-23833075520329205162007-05-21T17:44:00.002+12:002008-06-24T13:08:01.794+12:00You are gone<br />and yet<br />still<br />the words<br />that lie hidden<br />in the burial vault<br />of my soul<br />become<br />restless<br /><br />mere haunting<br />will not suffice<br /><br />they must rise<br />from the grave<br />to call you<br />back<br /><br />to the dance<br />of death<br /><br />just<br />one more<br />time<br /><form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get"><br /> <input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="lid" value="10210" type="hidden"><br /> <input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-2383307552032920516?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-59831676463091163072007-05-20T15:34:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:07:29.845+12:00B<br />R<br />E<br />A<br />T<br />H<br />I<br />N<br />G<br /><br />breathing<br />through<br />the moments......<br />when <br />the pain<br />of<br />wanting you<br />stabs<br />my heart<br />with a <br />thousand<br />tear jewelled<br />sharply honed<br />daggers<br />making emptier<br />the parts <br />of me<br />that nothing<br />else <br />fulfils....<br />the<br />dark <br />hungry <br />places<br />I can<br />only<br />b r e a t h e<br />through<br />moment<br />by<br />moment<br />b r e a t h<br />by<br />b r e a t h<br />as<br />I live<br />without<br />you..<br /><form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get"><br /> <input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="lid" value="10349" type="hidden"><br /> <input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-5983167646309116307?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213547115149503150.post-7757876653949676582007-05-19T18:15:00.001+12:002008-06-24T13:06:47.926+12:00as with<br />the pilgrims<br /><br />entering the<br />awe filled<br />arena's<br />of<br />Lourdes<br />or<br />Fatima<br /><br />we came to<br />believe<br />in our<br />own miracle<br /><br />that we were<br />blessed<br />above all<br />others<br />with a love<br />that<br />outshone<br />any<br />ancient star<br /><br />a passion more<br />fired than<br />the white<br />heat of<br />the<br />blacksmiths<br />forge<br /><br />a bond<br />that<br />would endure<br />beyond<br />life eternal<br /><br />in<br />the colder<br />light of<br />dawn<br /><br />the arena<br />stands empty<br /><br />but for the odd<br />piece of<br />meteoric rock<br /><br />still<br />incandescent<br />from it's<br />earthbound<br />flight<br /><br />the air<br />hangs<br />heavy<br />with<br />expectancy<br /><br />loathe to<br />shatter<br />the stillness<br /><br />we process<br />silently<br />through<br />ghostly<br />choirstalls<br /><br />two<br />separated<br />souls<br /><br />world weary<br />battle<br />scarred<br />bedraggled<br /><br />we carry<br />the ashes<br />of our love<br /><br />in a broken<br />heart shaped<br />casket<br /><br />and heads bowed<br /><br />we place it<br />tenderly<br /><br />on<br />the<br />altar<br />of <br />the<br />poets<br /><form action="http://www.gotpoetry.com/index.php" method="get"><br /> <input name="name" value="Poems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="l_op" value="ratepoems" type="hidden"><br /> <input name="lid" value="10293" type="hidden"><br /> <input value="Rate this Poem!" type="submit"><br /></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213547115149503150-775787665394967658?l=raggedpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>winterchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01376421852898183447noreply@blogger.com0