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Sunday, 31 March 2024

Weight inG

 I long for peace I long for love

I long for your touch as if from above

Your deep deep eyes 

That mesmerise

That draw me in to your castle keep

That comfort me in night time sleep


You teach me ways of ancient strays

Journeyed for a million miles

Across the bridge of souls

Give to me up your hands to hold  

In return here’s my  heart to mould 


I’m like a lead that hangs

Forlorn on the hook

Awaiting the dog that never returns

That’s gone on the ether 

That died of a fever

Gathering the ,last  cobwebs of your smile

I can wait awhile


13/01/2024 22:17-22:52

Thursday, 21 March 2024

tHe lAST anyMAL

 I’m only an animal

What do I know  ?

I sit and gaze at receding snow

I wonder why,  10 years past

I stood at this spot in icy blast

Mysteriously it’s disappeared 

So it’s father North I’ll go I fear

I’m lost now in a barren land 

Devoid of life the grounds just sand

My coat is still a snowy white

I stick out like a shining light

I look back south

With dimming eyes

The pall  of smoke  it darkens skies

My friends of forest with terror fly

Their frightened eyes do wonder why?

Racing round in total panic

The earth is sinking as Titanic

Their homes are all now burnt down

Their hunting grounds  they’re out of town

I’m wandering unfamiliar lands

No food no shelter I’m prey to man


But I’m only an animal


I’ve packed my bags , I’m nearly gone

Consigned to history over and done

I’m the last on earth

I stand forlorn, And stand alone 

Gazing up as cold as stone

My mortal body it slumps down 

to Mother Earth its whispered sound 

The very one that gave me birth

goodbye forever  , Mother Earth 


My shadow soul it sheds a tear

At my dead  husk, it’s now all clear

Us animals were not built to last , 

Mankind will follow us

And fast 


08/03/2024

21:45-22:20 


Wednesday, 27 December 2023

Book now available

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I’m pleased to announce the publication of my first book which contains many of these poems plus more .

It’s beautifully presented in hard back coffee table style 

Thank you for reading this blog and purchasing the book if you do so 


Ed Breathe 

Sunday, 24 December 2023

Helonearth

 


There are portals in the world 

Black holes 

Entrances and exits , to alien worlds 

Some in the mind some in the flesh

Where souls pass 

Doors unseen to be stumbled through ,

Mystical whirlpools that suck in

the unwary.

Some so powerful and huge they radiate to touch all of mankind.

The closer they are the more their power

Bending time, space and minds.

Blurring right and wrong 

These portals walls are drenched in blood , guts and offal

They are the portals to hell, 

don’t stand too close.

They masquerade as cradles of humanity 

But they are graves for the unwary

And unwise 

They are where black and white , fire and ice , right and wrong, wrestle a gargantuan struggle. 

There is such a portal and it can’t be plugged, there is too much blood on it’s slippery sides , it flames too hot to get close , it’s right and it’s wrong blended by Him

Into infinite slaughter of no escape,. 


09/12/2023


18:05-18:44




Thursday, 14 December 2023

4th

 The fourth dimension

Is it there ?

Perhaps a thin veil 

Between now and then 

a ghostly world

Running in tandem

I wonder

Can I break through

Is it listening?

Is it penetrating my mind

Is it guiding my thought

Will it reach out for me 

Or do I break through

The other side

A dream world 

Observing reality 

Or is it reality 

Observing the dream.

Will I awake?

Or am I awake?

Or am I asleep?


02/12/2023. 21:10-21:38


Wednesday, 1 November 2023

Thy My

 Time marks time

Time is lost

Time is spent 

Time is saved

Time is in the mind 

It never stops

Racing ahead like a tortoise

Slowing to the pace of a hare

The slow time of youthful Summers

The lightning time of old Winters

Time is of the making and breaking of man

Born of his  need for control 

To hold in his hand 

It slips through fingers as the sands 

5,4,3,2,1

The end or the beginning 

Time run out with bell still ringing

For time has me in its grasp

Helpless, staring to the past

No time, has me in its grip

No time to lose

It’s time to choose

But one day will be time to go

To take my leave ,

My clock to stop

The ticking time bomb 

That is our hearts

Wound up at birth and set to run

Pre set with a number of ticks followed by the pre set tocs.

Time for Time to knock 

Father Time will look down

Hour glass in hand

A glint in his eye

5,4,3,2,1

The end ,or just the beginning?


29/10/2023


19:45-20:10





Friday, 18 August 2023

Milky Weigh

 The Milky Way

A path to where?

A billion stars at which to stare,

Or a billion eyes that blink at us

From deep deep space and clouds of dust.


A brush stroke in the starlit sky

A misty cloud of wonder why

Observed by all down steps of time

Light years away but somehow mine


It’s fingers stretch into the air

With just a glow in sky so fair

Between the milky cloudy light 

Blackness shrouds the dead of night


Like men before and men to come

Transfixed by beauty of distant suns

I wonder if my mind is there

Unlocked for everyone to share.


17/08/2023. 16:05-16:25 



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