Archive for ‘Martin’

April 11, 2013


by Martin Shone

sometimes even snow
doesn’t want to be a flake
sometimes it wants more


March 27, 2013


by Martin Shone

Wildflower passions
blossom beneath the orange moon
as it peaks above its duvet of darkness

to the soft glow of night’s rising fruit
passions boil in scented droplets
of desire
where encumbrances are stripped away
discarded peelings on moonbeams of ache
leaving the flesh to taste the flesh
of the fruit
beneath the fruit’s
rising glow

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February 4, 2013

The words that I produce

by Martin Shone

My lies beneath my mouse
does it know of the words
it helps produce

My desk
lies beneath my computer
is it alive with words

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January 17, 2013

As it is

by Martin Shone


at life’s end, smile – yes?

as it is at the start

one step into life

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January 14, 2013


by Martin Shone


simple is the time

of crow, robin, tree and sprite

simple is the life

that’s waiting


December 27, 2012

Moonlit night Haiku

by Martin Shone


Moon’s shadow drifting
silent crows watching beaking
scarfed whispers shiver


December 19, 2012

Oh sleeping joy

by Martin Shone


Oh sleeping joy
how your breathing rests
upon the hearts of man
with risen chests

Oh singing joy
you reach and touch
‘pon the soul of life
this daily crutch

Oh blessed joy
how your smile does shine
upon the eyes of she
who births divine

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December 15, 2012

Christmas, how I detest thee!

by Martin Shone

Old Scrooge – my soul mate

How I detest thee, Christmas

with a passion
oh yes

you, jingly, tinzelyfied

How I abhor thou, Christmas

with an intensity
oh yes

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December 9, 2012

Acrostic Poem: Oh Christmas

by Martin Shone

Oh Celestial Christmas where have you gone?
I remember it like a dream.

Oh Heavenly Christmas from days of old
when presents were never seen.

Oh Righteous Christmas what’s happened to you?
In a world where everything gleams.

Oh Illustrious Christmas you’re here too soon
you make me want to scream.

Oh Splendid Christmas why are you so wearisome?
Must buy must buy I want please.

Oh Twinkling Christmas so bright and so cheery
dulled by shopkeeper’s fees.

Oh Magical Christmas, who has taken your life?
Your spirit ignored like dead trees.

Oh Angelic Christmas we waited with patience
but now we anticipate with greed.

Oh Stoical Christmas when will you return?
To a long-lost time of my dreams.

An old one from my poetry site, but it seems to fit the competition better than my other one.

December 7, 2012

Acrostic poem: Please read before it’s eaten

by Martin Shone

D=don’t want to write an acrostic poem because
O=over in
T=there is a
W=worm that eats
A=all my words
N=noshing away at every syllable
T=there is noth
O=oh bugger it!

November 21, 2012

Flit, flit, flit

by Martin Shone

flit, flit, flit
gone so fast

twitch of angled tail feather

gone so fast

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October 29, 2012


by Martin Shone

Break the seal
the aroma of fresh coffee
triggers a memory
of first date.

Cut the lawn
the lusciousness of new mown grass
harvests the gentleness
of your smile.

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September 21, 2012


by Martin Shone

Sitting here
amidst the falling blossom
of night’s whispers
looking for the one
that is you

I look at the sky
and see endless
patterns of perhaps –
the magical blossoms
are you looking for the one
that is me

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August 31, 2012

A Crystal of Togetherness

by Martin Shone

A snowball
a ball of snow
ice of light compressed
a single soul of light
a single soul of
of love

A snowball

such brightness
such energy
such light
such strength
such love
such love

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August 28, 2012


by Martin Shone

I inhale the smoke of desire
I exhale
to see it glide
where whispers
of hair
should grow
it nestles and
smoothes over dimples
dimples that
twitch and
ever so slightly
in their
at receiving the smoke of desire.

August 25, 2012


by Martin Shone

Oh, my camera why are you so rubbish
the most perfect sunset I have seen in a long time
and you refuse to do it justice.

Oh, but I can see it for now
orange, total orange
dark orange
burnt orange
and blacks
and blues
and reds
and purple
and white
and orange
with the brightest

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August 19, 2012

Silvern Shadows

by Martin Shone


besides this little pool
this little pool of silvern shadows
there sits
two of the finest little creatures
you are ever likely to see

one whose wings are so very fragile
almost see-through in their
ever so slightly
with tiny tiny
tiny ripples of rhythm
as they flutter in her happiness
at being besides this
little pool of silvern shadows
holding hands with

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August 12, 2012

Of Love

by Martin Shone

see it in the sky
see how it shines when whole
see me
see you

phantoms of the night
ride on a carpet of eternal

watch them shoot from green
watch as they emerge in a shower of beauty
watch as the one takes hold of the other and entwines
see me
see you

dusty seedlings of the dawn
ride the currents of eternal

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August 8, 2012


by Martin Shone

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a butterfly splendour

Imagine, if you will,
imagine if words could heal
just by reading them,
wouldn’t that be wonderful

Quite impossible though,
yet when we read something funny
doesn’t that make us feel a little bit

Isn’t laughter
the best medicine?

So why not a poem?

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a bird gracious

If you could read a poem
and know that
come the end
your pain, or some of it perhaps
will have gone away
wouldn’t that be good!

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