My World

I am God here;

I pick and choose

who lives, who dies,

who’ll win or lose.

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All is mine down to

the sea and its ships,

the Kings and their Queens,

the words on their lips.

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A Right to Live, A Right to Die

A right to wake

A right to rest

A right not to know

A right to know best

Break Free

Watch the countdown, wish time away.
We stay, stuck planning, not moving.
For our hesitation we’ll pay,
as prey sat motionless, losing.

The Man in Red Silk

Christmas Poem: Challenge

Shush, the hour is late and it’s time for bed.

I’ll tuck you in, plant a kiss on your head.

Once again, you protest, and beg to wait,

to see the old man in the big red coat,

but settle for cookies left with a note.

The Nativity

Christmas Poem: Challenge

Over two thousand years ago to date,
a baby was born of a virgin birth.
A date we remember and celebrate
by spreading good tidings with joy and mirth.

Something More

Christmas Poem: Challenge

Christmas, the season full of merriment,

with family dinners and gifts galore.

But why don’t we try an experiment?

Why don’t we all work toward something more?

With family dinners and gifts galore,

Naughty or Nice

Christmas Poem: Challenge

“Ho, Ho, Ho!” he shouts each and every year,

as he flies round the world spreading good cheer

with gifts large and small, regardless of price,

whilst pulled through the air by his eight reindeer.

He has spent months reading, not once, but twice

The Nutcracker

Christmas Poem: Challenge

Nutcracker toy lay broken on the floor,

I try to sleep, but I have to fix him.

Creeping downstairs, there’s quite a commotion,

Mice and Gingerbread Soldiers are at war!

Tin Soldiers arrive, ripping limb from limb,

Mice are advancing by the time I see,

A Mother’s Christmas

Christmas Poem: Challenge

As Christmas Day approaches I panic,

still so much to do, where to find the time?

Mother of the clan, failure is a crime,

for a bare Christmas is truly tragic.

Expecting it to happen like magic,

The Seasonal Trend

Christmas Poem: Challenge

It’s vintage, it’s tacky, it’s all the rage.

Bright garish colours screaming from your chest,

a trend for masses of folk to engage,

in all sincerity or merely jest.

When your grandma was knitting, who’d have guessed?

A fashion disaster, now so adored

Christmas Season

Christmas poem: Challenge.

The Christmas Season has at last arrived!

Months of waiting, and of making up lists,

of what to buy, for who, and where to stay?

With so much good will, our spirits have thrived.

Even with bellies full, our host insists

Occasional Invasion

Christmas Poem: Challenge

A cushioned layer dampening all sound,

moonlight on white making darkness brighter,

I shiver and wrap the blankets tighter,

as snow is falling, softly to the ground.

The heavy heart inside me grows lighter

as the world outside, wrapped in it’s new shroud,

The Forbidden Toy

Christmas Poem: Challenge

As I look up, and up, my neck craning,

at dazzling lights and sparkling balls,

my inner desire I’m restraining,

as I wait patiently for one to fall.

Each night I lay dreaming of obtaining

my rightful prize; for now I’m abstaining.

As their footsteps approach, I turn away,

Christmas Alone

Christmas Poem : Challenge

It’s a cold winters night, I’m all alone.

Wandering down the high street, I wonder

about the friends and family I’ve known.

Where are they now? All huddled together?

All warm inside, whilst I’m left asunder,

traipsing through snow in such ruthless weather?

Why am I out here, when  I miss them so?

The crackling fire, the sparkling tree,

A Chance Under the Mistletoe

Christmas Poem: Challenge

Across the room I glide, to take my chance.

Wordlessly, I offer my hand; a chance?

Mistletoe swings above us as we dance.

By glancing above, I direct your eyes

to the question burning within my eyes.

You lean in under the Mistletoe’s guise.

Soft and sweet, just this one moment in time,

I will take with me through the rest of time.

Poet’s Corner – A Ray of Sunshine

For all you poets, there’s a special place,

with arms open wide, ready to embrace

poets young and old

all into the fold.

Community is the most special place.

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I love posting my poems here, and reading all the other submissions.

For that reason I have nominated Poet’s Corner for the Sunshine Award over at my blog:

Sunshine Award

Driven Fools

I sit and stare at the TV’s glare,

wondering what to do.

Lost in thought, head up in space,

approach the sound of the boys that race.

A sudden change, there’s a vicious crunch,

I wonder what, but I have a hunch.

Howling Wind

I hear the wind howling my name,

my presence it tries to discover,

beating against the window frame.

I shiver, pull up the cover,

hiding from the deadly dark outside;

my presence it tries to discover.

Too many people now have died,

left all alone, clinging onto hope,

hiding from the deadly dark outside.

Fallen Angel

Once upon a time,
a long, long time ago,
I reigned up on high,
I ruled the goddamn show.

But now here I lay
broken far down below,
a shadow since I 
lost my heavenly glow.

I am no sinner,
do not think me wicked.
I am no devil
whose conscience is twisted.

Take to the Road

Listen to the engine purr,
all that disturbs the silence.
See the bright lights glimmering,
beacons providing guidance.

I drive alone, late at night,
as most travelers prefer.
Lean back upon soft leather,
listen to the engine purr.

Innocuous Knife

Grasping its hilt, gauging its weight; a knife.
Innocuous use or extinguish life?
Slicing and dicing through the skin and flesh,
carving and cleaving through the meat and bone.
Get your hands dirty in the oozing mess
discard of the pieces into the fire.
Grasping its hilt, gauging its weight; a knife.

My Piano and Me

I taste iron as I swallow hard,
nerves making me grind my teeth together.
There’s a faceless crowd, swamped in darkness, waiting.
Shut them out? Forget them? A hopeless endeavor.

I sit and smell freshly polished wood.
I inhale that heavenly, calming scent
as I feel all my stage fright flutter away.
I no longer feel the subject of an event.

I set my fingers down on the keys,
feel their smooth texture underneath my skin,
giving under the small pressure of a touch,
sending vibrations down to my soul, deep within.

Smokey Temptation

There they sit; slim and straight,

taunting me, tempting fate.

I sit, fidget and squirm,

a desire to affirm

they hold no sway o’er me.

A lie for all to see.

Cigarette, fag or smoke;

all words on which I choke,

my need for nicotine

alarming and obscene.

The End is Nigh

We’re

undone,

it’s begun.

The end is nigh

and there’s nowhere to run

or hide; we’re all going to die.

Chaos, madness as we stare at the sky,

stood asking why, wondering how it will occur.

A Dream; it was just a Dream

A dream; it was just a dream.

Waking in an empty room,

Coming back down to earth

Leaving paradise behind,

Spreading cold through my bones.

Wiping sleep from my eyes,

Reaching out to emptiness.

Closing my eyes tightly shut,

Holding back my heartfelt tears.

Christmas Sparkle

People crowding the streets,

hunting for gifts and treats

just in time for Christmas day.

Jumping from store to store

constantly wanting more.

In every window display,

bright and colourful lights

on Christmas Trees invites

passer bys to come and stay.

My Last Fare

It’s creeping closer to quarter to eight,

with a twelve hour shift reaching its end,

I drive my cab, trying to concentrate.

In jumps a girl, a wad of cash to spend,

so young and at the library so late.

A strange fare will always make shifts extend,

she shouts, “Follow that man!” I hesitate,

but needing cash I don’t want to offend.

I put down my foot to accelerate,

slowing only so to twist round each bend.

Black Friday

Black Friday’ here so blow your cash

finding goodies amongst the trash.

Put down the turkey, head outside

To find the discounts they’ve applied.

Saving pennies before they go and disappear

Christmas is coming but for now Black Friday’s here.