Home

Father, I am gone today
Did you miss me while I was home?
The fairest doe led me away
Before so much was borne


All the hills have eyes, she said
The swaying trees have ears
Trust in me, and no one else
Or it shall end in tears


After years of dust and spider's silk
Dark streaks flicker, shadows linger
The raven's call, the dragon's whimper
Echo in the forest ground


Shifting in the gathered leaves
Betwixt the branches yew
The moon rose bright; I watched, and sighed
And heard the howling wolf


And wondered what it was to try
And meet a friend or foe
That more than once had trotted from here,
And slighted the darkest doe

Time

Once upon a merry time
They walked through flowering fields
There was time to sniff the roses
What was planted was what yield


They sang and laughed and danced together
And thought it would last forever
One lone man said "Time is here!"
But it was a vain endeavor


Then there came a sunny time
And the shadows were chased away
The delicate flowers withered
And the sheep began to stray


But they revelled in the warmth of day
Though the man continued to say,
"Time is moving, change is here!"
But the people did not hear


Then there came a colder time
And once green leaves were falling
Soon the kindred sprites were hiding
While rowdy kids went romping


They simply enjoyed the soothing air
As the lone man gathered wood
It could get colder or it could get warmer
Time was fickle, but foresight was good


Then there came a freezing time
When breaths froze in their throats
They put on all that was in their closets
And pulled on all their coats


They burnt their chairs and burnt their books
But still they starved in the cold
The lone man sighed and laughed and cried
Once upon a time of old

Friends

Hand in hand we walk to the end

Back to where it all began

Side by side we join the fight

Hold on tight till dawn comes bright

A life to live

And time to spend

A dream to achieve

And share with a friend

A new beginning

A means to an end

A bridge over waters

A rift to mend.

Ball

Falling curls and

Wintry gloss

Slippers on and

Fingers crossed

Skirt of satin

Sash of silk
Leaves in pattern
Fountain filled

Bed of roses

Fine design

Sunlight dozes

Moonlight shines

Dance with spirit
Smile with care
Live the life
But if you dare

Pretend

I pretend I will start anew today
I pretend I am more than I am
Dreaming of Fae
Come take me away
In wake of dying intent


I pretend I believe in faerie tales
I pretend I believe in gods
World within worlds
Within worlds within worlds
In seas of forgotten thoughts


I pretend my guardians are not perfect
I pretend my life is misery
Living a story
Time to wake up
Waiting for someone to see


I pretend I am strange but unique
I pretend I am cool and aloof
Mimic them
In my imagination
Following the dream


I pretend what I pretend will come true
I pretend it's my life I am shaping
My faerie tale
Spinning to life
I guess I'm too good at pretending

Darkness

Tell me what
is lurking
in the darkness
I don't know
what's going on


I imagine
spiders crawling
in the darkness
That's not all
that's going on


I fancy seeing
tiny people
in the darkness
What is it
that's going on?


I think I'm
going insane
in the darkness
Caused by what
is going on


I don't know
what's there
in the darkness
There must be some
thing going on


I close
my eyes
in the darkness
Because I saw
what's going on

Plants

Furls of dewy leaves at dawn
Light of stars rebound
By the gaping pitcher's yawn
As god of love rewound

Reaching past the silt and rocks

To find the spirits' ley

A well of life on which it knocks

To which entrance gave

Velvet of a wintry petal
A beacon in the night
Bells of blue adorn the lasses
Over nectar gifts they fight

A vine affectionately curls
As ivy creeps away
A glowing rune, a flash of light
For a moment it is day

Sunshine

From star of home there's nothing grander
From it our blood and bone


Light and laughter, life of summer
Elixer of all things grown


From sunlight came our glorious world
By sunlight it may go


With it our plants and with it our flowers
From sky to miles below

Rose

Petals red on she adorn
The stalk from which they came forlorn
The place we lie when we are born
A bed of roses, a bed of thorns

East

A swirl of stars across the sky
The side off Milky Way
The moon a fox on the sly
Jade Rabbit's holiday


A slither and slide on weathered rocks
The lovely Lady White
Gaze of emerald steadily mocks
Mortals living on spite


A flash of flowing silk that drifts
The scarf of gentle wind
Up the overhanging cliffs
Past fabric stretched like skin


A glimmer of hope that rises up
The change that greets the moon
Its cake with tea served in a cup
On cloth of winged's cocoon

Alice

Alice run, Alice hide
Your wit the Queen could not abide
Once a day a child shall pay
Till candid Alice goes away

Flowers

Summer's bloom,
Winter's fall
The cycle continues
After all

In night the Fairer
Folk regale
Till iron swung
With much avail

Lights of flower
Cast asunder
Tick tock,
Goes the clock.

Mortal time is
Running out
Of that the Queen
Could do without

Twilight falls
The boy, the ace
Wreaks havoc wrapped
In Dark's embrace

A sliver, a shudder
A breath drawn in
The boy avenges
His fallen kin

Spring, Summer
Autumn, Winter
The startled
Humans run

Beware, ma chérie
Flee and hide

For Justice it has come.

Starting out

This blog starting now will be a compilation of poems or simply phrases based around a keyword.

As a student I've written a few poems of my own, but I never stuck to it, so this blog will be a test of my ability to compose poems at a speed I'm agreeable with and to focus on a task long enough to complete it.

For now, I'll just try my hand at it and rely on my friends for inspiration, but you're welcome to leave any word you'd like to see a poem about.

I'll bet some of you are going to give me some ridiculously difficult or silly words, like grandiloquence or supercalifragilisticexpialidocious or placenta or phlegm, and I probably won't try to attempt writing anything about that unless I'm seriously intoxicated. While I hope to come to a point where I've written about everything under the sun and have no choice but to try, please try to be nice at the beginning.

I've told some of my friends this, but the reason why I've suddenly gone off my rocker and started this was meeting Russel, the guy with the typewriter at the National Art Gallery's open house. This dude is from the Proletariat Poetry Factory, which is some cool stuff. Though to be honest what actually caught my eye in the first place was the first word, which stood out like a beacon after all those referrals to Marxist theory in our lessons.

From now I'll stop my rambling, that's not what this blog is all about :D