Tag Archives: creative poems

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Poem: The imminent immortality

Poem: The imminent immortality.

In the frailty of this uncertain moment.

between the draw of a breath

The uncertain thud of my heart .

Me In waves I wonder why.

Why should it be I?

I who caught the chill.

The dark death filled thrill of disease .

It’s Inevitability, my fragility.

This uncertain momentary me.

Between the telephone calls.

Between the doctors stalled look.

Between the jagged stabs of self inflicted pity.

I wonder-where my soul

Will go, when my body

Turns the key

Turns away from life to die.

To let me go

To let me fly

To let infinity fill the view

To touch the eternity I once knew.

Loved shared laughed and grew.

From a lad from the family that made so glad, happy too.

Those days abundant care filled free.

Returns the chill to the now, of me.

Imminent this immortality.

Liam December 2017

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Poem: The Insecurity

POEM: The Insecurity

I am vulnerable to the sharp wind.

It reminds me that I am alive and warm.

My hearts warmth is not to be stolen though or corrupted by my insecurities.

Shadows which brush my awakening.

Shade under which I try to hide from the heat of realization,

or is this recognition?

Uselessly irrelevant,

Knowledge spearpoints ambiguity’s indecisiveness.

Pling….

Its cold which comprises me the most.

Creeping in from the periphery , fingers, toes, cheeks, nose.

Stealing into my marrow

I fight back to maintain me,

eyes fixed on the light,

-in the light .

Letting beams of love through.

Penetration speared clarity

Pins those squiggling doubts.

Wide eyed to the walls of my consciousness.

It’s the flame of hope which I’ll never let go of or dessert.

For I will pass this on to my children

The children of Mother Earth.

Liam 2018. March

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Poem: My Red Balloon 🎈

Poem: My Red Balloon

From the edge of the moon,

With my silver spoon .

I’ll scoop heavens honey,

Let fly my balloon.

Catch fly away meteorites

With a net made of silk

While slowly nipping my hot glass of milk.

Those fancy old planets,

Dressed up for the night.

Play hide me & seek me,

With cosmic delight.

The party’s not over,

The fun just begun

Stars wiggle & Squiggle ,

wanting also to come.

To join , play & tumble

right out of the sky.

Eat candy & popcorn just like you & I

The Window frost covered,

Alone in my room.

Gaze out in the night sky,

On the edge of the moon.

Where they are all playing…..

with my red baloon.

Liam

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Poem: Let’s get in step

Poem: Let’s get in step

I will love & find a way to step into your stride,

Hold your hand in storm & in surging tide.

Wide, spread welcome arms to fold you in a happy cry.

A laugh, a simple beating of my heart.

The hearth, the home a we grown place well known.

Can you, could you, should you, will you, step in & touch,

Embrace, the pacing thud of loves red blood ?

The day, the moment of your turning step.

The door is wide, a stage new set.

In stride we march,

An eyebrow arched.

A twinkle from a smile is cast.

Into the dawning of a bright new day,

On sunbeams warm I carry you.

Here with me, now to stay ….

Forever & yet one more day .

Liam 2016

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Poem: The Journey Revised

Poem: The Journey

Dusty my feet.

Each speck, speaks of things seen or done along life’s way.

Enriched with gold I say.

The patina of me knocks to the opening door .

Upon the floor, the dust is washed away.

Remains the gold,

His words invite, they hold.

Me shining , for this new day.

A journeys end I’m whole,

My home, my soul, my way.

Liam 2018 Feb.

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Poem: Paradise

Poem: Paradise

The cherry picked and eaten,

The day so ripe and blue.

Your lips they shine like deep red wine.

I laugh and so do you.

As wild and sweet the berry,

The buzz of bees they sing.

In the air your golden hair,

Shines with the bell that rings.

The fruit the life the loving,

The way our journey spins.

To that place in paradise,

The end where this begins.

Liam 2018

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Poem: Before the Touch

Poem: Before the Touch

Before you touch.

Before her hands intertwine with mine.

Before we greet, eyes

Moist with the dew of dawn.

Appreciate the subtlety.

Enjoy the knowing that you’re also being absorbed.

Soaked into fabric of her mind.

What ever soul might be,

be it this.

A magical, invisible yet intangible touch.

It’s pungency lingers like carnations.

Carrying my heart out of my body.

I’m flooded with words,

Awed in standing silence.

Quivering our lips smile & we meet

The moment beautiful.

Liam

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Poem: The Shell

Poem: The Shell

Whilst walking forth on a shelly strand,

Squeak fresh grains of salty sand,

crunch & grind , waves surge & pound,

I stoop & scoop , a thing profound ,

I’d found.

An unknown form of sheer delight,

This thing unique to me.

I question creations geometry .

What genius deep in cosmic mind ,

Did Create this fantasmagorical find?

Some subtle touch of starry light ,

Spinning far in a galactic night,

Weave forming threads , gestalt begins.

Evolutionary cosmology.

Geometrical congeniality.

The spiral form unfolds in loops.

Filigrain structure convolutes.

A galactic form finds growing life.

The planet spins,

Thousands spawn , new life begins, a thing is born.

Braced between the wet & lee,

Feet awash in froth blown sea.

This micro cosmic miracle lies,

The macro cosmic in the sky’s

Asleep it’s secrets keep me high

I live the question , the meaning ,

why?

Liam

Eckernforde 2012

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Poem: Awakening

Poem: Awakeing

If the day would bring you back.

Morning fresh, as dew upon the wing.

To me,

Awaking,

Beams of light and joy.

Yes, this is what I’d sing.

“Golden apples,

Jingling bells, ring with all the morning.

Heart my trumpet is a calling,

Joy, be happy let me sing.”

It’s you, returned to hold me.

My lover of those nights.

You who left me standing.

You who tore away my anchor.

Who simply, flew away.

I wave, the roar fades.

Words reflect off the fuselage of my soul.

I speak in vapour trails.

Now in dreams asleep I find you,

Curled in featherd down.

Plucked from that pillow,

A smile transforms the frown.

A kiss returns my harbour.

A laugh we spinning fall.

It’s In these early hours,

Twixt dawn and waking call.

We eat the wild berries,

The juice, sweet natures call.

White lilies, red the roses.

The basket full our dreams.

We dancing taste the dew drops light.

So real this truly seems.

Liam 2016

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Poem: Perhaps

Poem: Perhaps

Perhaps I haven’t arrived, at where and who I’ve always wanted to become.

How wonderful I’m no longer there where I began though.

This way is my way, my journey of saying that I’m learning.

I’m growing, moving towards.

The I, I am yet to be.

Not caught but free, in perceiving now and again.

Whom it is who wonders,

ponders the colour of a flower.

Whom it is who reflects,

on thoughts,

my own too.

Whom it is who observes,

me.

Perceives me observing

Observes me wondering

Experiences me thinking

Touching my meaning.

Perhaps its just me laughing out loud.

Perhaps I’ll still see me, with my head in the cloud .

Liam January 2018