Daily Poetry

[saffron]

nicely put, thank you Gavin

thanks for reading

take care

Saffron

[gavin]

To harmony90

Your poems have the most significant fundamentals of distance

Like the blinking stars of night stroking every bodies eyes,

In the distance who is the assaulter, who is the invader,

That exhaust the air you breathe, that in their briskness

See nothing, elbow resting judgments of alienation do harm,

To that which nourishes them,

your wisdom alloy with your poems,

[rmorgan_uk]

im making this up as i go along ive always been rubbish at poetry so please be kind even though it will probably be complete drivle ive called it refusal

im siting here in the early morning light

looks like rain

grey and gloomy it wont get me down

no rants from the man living downstairs

been up all night but still not tiered

what a crazy thing this life is

the day will be long but it wont get me down

i refuse to fall down that well

istead ill climb

where to i dont know

but it will not will not get me down

[gavin]

Light thoughts

What thoughts that brings the rain to remain,

Deposited there on the ground untouched,

And how charitable the rain is, with its life

Giving qualities, it grants zeal to all life,

Which creates harmony and brilliancy?

Your poem was beautiful in its substance i enjoyed reading it

gavin

[gavin]

Saffron

Where human desires and angelic

Natures come together as one,

Your human climb in your poetry,

Brings a mysterious parallelism,

With life, pertaining to an economy

Within your- self, you are able to communicate

Through the anarchy and confusions of the mind,

And your internal structures judge true,

because our minds are always in imaginary combat.

gavin

[gavin]

dear rmorgan_uk

You converted your day into poetry,

The aspirations of climbing above the buffoons,

when life become so multitudinous that waxing

Forward you become so brittle, but your virtue

Is your succession to greater things of fair spoken peoples?

Let this be your renaissance!

gavin

[rmorgan_uk]

dear rmorgan_uk

You converted your day into poetry,

The aspirations of climbing above the buffoons,

when life become so multitudinous that waxing

Forward you become so brittle, but your virtue

Is your succession to greater things of fair spoken peoples?

Let this be your renaissance!

gavin

Dear gavin thanyou for the kind words i will try again soon

[saffron]

Just today?

It’s dropped again, my mood

Feel lethargic and closed in

My mind is empty of thoughts

I cannot move, feel or begin

Can I ever get higher, see the light

Will it pass, like a dream or

Stay like a nightmare with me

Why is life a chore?

Need picking up, but how

Get up get up get on be forced

Show another state of mind

Is it real or pretend and divorced?

What if I don’t want to move?

So what if I sit here for a while

How long is a while?

Can be a moment can seem like a mile

A long road can become winding

A futile drive to know where

A snack on something tasteless

A drink of stagnating beer

All seems pretty pointless

While I feel like this today

I hope it will not last long

That’s all I have to say.

saffron

[gavin]

Dear, dear saffron

Oh dear, such is your day that sadness laminate your day,

Is there nothing that will correct the putrefaction?

Where the intelligence is left destitute and anchor

You to your home, when a drive becomes noxious

And your optical eyes see nothing, then pension you off

Into the gloom of your room,

As these things are a disposition they are also the

Start of a new beginning for you,

I have commented on your poems in no2 section,

Take of that mind of yours it is your avenue

to a better life gavin

[saffron]

Gavin you are a lovely person, thank you for your kind words. I think this says it all at the mo. take care of you. Saffron

sometimes even when you share

and nobody is within reach

you write how you feel much better

but my confidence I do breach

and yet when I am writing

I can give myself time to think

and that makes me feel better

I heard myself speak

I almost kicked myself

why have I been wasting time

get up get on get going

I know I can be fine

whether a distraction or not

I felt better with fresh air

walking the dogs in the country

a feeling Id like to share

Crisp is the ground covered

in leaves and blossoms so sweet

birds singing to converse

Its just so neat (blaugh I know, who says neat nowdays)

Saffron

[rmorgan_uk]

the blade is sharpe double edged

just like me

this is hard

real coheirent thought escapes me

like the muddy swamp of life pulling

pulling me down into its murky depths

nothing is clear there

only the blade to hold me up

tantalizing its diamond edge

sharp searing pain

feels wrong yet exhilerating somthing to feel

maybe slumber could bring me a rope

but sleep seems to far to reach

the blade

the blade is sharp and double edged

[gavin]

Of upland long walking along tower that hours,

Among flowers bright the walking empowers;

As you walk around the big rocks aloud do grown,

Upon his death all his life blood, life postpone.

The world engine unpack his spirit in clock rotation,

Stopes to a quite dormant fair like emotion;

In a land legendary long, animals throng in lower places,

Where mountain song along the horizon traces;

An icy line of snow to the over lake then down,

In icy chunks flowing hotter than the sundown;

High on currents thermal high eagle riding sky,

Dose pipe his pitch hype up, and man shy,

Shot his wings fail falling, frail where-on

He falls from prosperity, his sky balcony gone

The sad animals mad sad with low matters,

His funeral pyre over higher mountain scatters;

That which pitch before early dawn

Will pitch know more in the early morn?

Middle mountain range the wolf

Pipe his pitch at civilisation all aloof

Lowers his weathered earth head

Will I be the next environment dead?

[saffron]

All I have to say is WOW to both. Morgan your poem so deep and meaningful and a way of letting out. thank you for sharing. Again Gavin you have such talent for words and prose, I envy you and thank you again.

best wishes to you both

Saffron

[rmorgan_uk]

thanks saffron was having a bad night seemed to help getting it down in here.

[saffron]

I understand. this is a much safer outlet eh! take care of you

Saffron

[sadman]

wrote this last night had a bad night hope it does not offened just venting thanks Deb.x

MY NIGHT

Its night time again and my family are sleeping,

I lay here isolated and just keep weeping,

Why,how,when,where,what was said,

A million thoughts running through my head,

Why did it happen why am i so sad,

Why i deserve to be punished why am i so bad,

Why cant i stop it why cant it end,

Theres only 1 solution theres only 1 end,

To get off this bus to make the journey end,

I close my eyes in the hope of some sleep,

But the demons come back to haunt me from the deep,

Oh god im so tired i just want to sleep,

But instead all i do is to toss and turn and weep,

But now it is light and the house comes to life,

Another night is over, another fight for life

Yes ive survived the demons of the night.

[rmorgan_uk]

that is brilliant feels good dont it

[sadman]

that is brilliant feels good dont it

Hiya morgan_uk Ive been writing poetry for a while but thats the first one ive actually let other people look at ive noticed that none of my poems are shall i say light they all have very dark topics but will share some more as soon as im able glad your feeling better though Deb.x

[sadman]

Of upland long walking along tower that hours,

Among flowers bright the walking empowers;

As you walk around the big rocks aloud do grown,

Upon his death all his life blood, life postpone.

The world engine unpack his spirit in clock rotation,

Stopes to a quite dormant fair like emotion;

In a land legendary long, animals throng in lower places,

Where mountain song along the horizon traces;

An icy line of snow to the over lake then down,

In icy chunks flowing hotter than the sundown;

High on currents thermal high eagle riding sky,

Dose pipe his pitch hype up, and man shy,

Shot his wings fail falling, frail where-on

He falls from prosperity, his sky balcony gone

The sad animals mad sad with low matters,

His funeral pyre over higher mountain scatters;

That which pitch before early dawn

Will pitch know more in the early morn?

Middle mountain range the wolf

Pipe his pitch at civilisation all aloof

Lowers his weathered earth head

Will I be the next environment dead?

Dont think ive ever read a more meaning full poem you ought to publish them this is fantastic and really meaning full thank you for sharing it best wishes Deb.x

[rmorgan_uk]

the land of nod

i no not where this place exists

the map it lost

no guide to take me there

where is this place this beautifull land

the road escapes me

dreams are made there

but not for me

show me the way somone please

i took the wrong road before

the dreams made there enlisted dispair

the land of nod

i no not where this place exits

[gavin]

I was in shock, my eyes balls popped,

Journeying to the key boards below,

And begun to make mockery of Beethoven’s

Moon light sonata, such be it a darkening trace,

That ill festoons the room rising like smoke,

But it was the sound my eyeballs played,

Of alchemical enthusiasts hanging flowers

Of the dead around the room, vent –holes

From which electric currents escape, and sat

upon my hands causing arch light, and the

smell of new cut hay, from my hands

tributaries of lightening navigate into

the night, lifting me , subordinate to its power

through the walls into the night, over roads granular,

over pastures of cut hay, floating in a scorched earth

patton, floating to the dungeons of the dead,

there the auditors of life reside in incessant dust,

revolving beams with pullies lower the endless,

into eternity, on the opposite scale eruptions,

howls of innocence from the paedophiles i have come

to judge, the lightening from my hands, touch the caustic

substance, there transgressions will boil down to nothing,

the grossly wicked smoke arises, then captured taken in a

hackney coach to the torturer of paedophile fumes,

there they are trans formed into dripping corpse,

to be tormented for eternity, i still live my youth,

my dreams are absurd and unwise, but my youth

hunt me into adulthood,

[gavin]

Dear sadman

Your dreams font from a mind tormented,

Rest securely, it does not, you dance to walk in

Your sleep in the permanent settlement of night,

In which vacancies delight with-in the night dreams,

And mail your mind to all parts of the universe,

The sweat from your body lake upon the floor,

And the night diamonds row across the lake

To where you sleep and begin you, to fossilize

Into stone, but give you immunities when you wake,

[gavin]

Dear rmorgan-uk

In the land of nod

Where discolouration frayed your walls

And the ghost of the mechanics assistant

Work on your brain, with their cormorant setting

On this perch frolicsome calcified his mood,

You are on a horizontal multitude bed of stars

Lying on your back between the lines of inner space

The cormorant is preparing a liquid preparation,

This drink will garrison the body for all adventures

As you travel through the land of nod,

You will walk caution footed through the universe

With-in the hemispheres of hell-fire night,

The only thing protecting you is your brain,

And the mountains of your body, where you grind

Your deniers into mouldings, these mouldings

Line the footsteps to hell, this absence of matter

From the universe brings your brain into equilibrium

With the self,

[rmorgan_uk]

gavin that was stunning where do you get the inspiration from.

somthing holds me to this world

what it is does not matter at all

i fear this friend will fade in the sunlight

then what new ill's will summon me to dispair

like an anchor it holds me to reality

but when the storm is to strong i drift away desparate afraid

ive tried to cross over how many times escapes me

the anchor finds a hold snagged on a rock made of some material that feels like hope

the wind changes and drifts me back

back again to the real world

how long it will stay nobody can tell

if el-nino comes my anchor will not hold

no rock will be hard enough and the iron is perished

my fear is blazing an inferno not certain where the wind will direct

wherever it blows i am not certain

but i think it will change one way or the other

but the inferno never ceases

[saffron]

Tormented mind ease yourself

be calming in your thoughts of

days and nights in melody and

patterns of quivering clouds,

swirling warmly around thermals

feeling soft breeze upon skin

so sensitive to touch it enlightens

like the sound of cushioned hush

and quiet whispering nature.

Remenisce fragrance of summer flowers

swaying in time, facing the sun,

the trees echoing ocean waves

forever home to many a being;

drift off in ripples of calm

Saffron