most of my poems have some kind of explanation to them. I don’t think this one needs it. Any writers out there who have experienced this will know what it’s all about
Put down the pen
27 Friday Jun 2014
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inmost of my poems have some kind of explanation to them. I don’t think this one needs it. Any writers out there who have experienced this will know what it’s all about
Put down the pen
08 Thursday May 2014
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inI’m sitting at my desk with a serious throat infection and feeling pretty sorry for myself. I’ve started to get some worried looks from my workmates. I wondered how I must look to them and came up with this. Hopefully not too much of this is true.
The Sick Colleague
25 Friday Apr 2014
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03 Monday Feb 2014
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inso we’re back. after a brief hiatus it made sense that the first thing I wrote in ages was about the fact I haven’t written anything in ages.
26 Tuesday Nov 2013
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inthe next two I though of were Honour and Stain. You don’t really see Honour around that much these days. There seems to be more of a sense to get what you can. Stain sings this himself. He’s the first to do so but it makes sense with his Character.
21 Thursday Nov 2013
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inthis is the follow on from control. you do need to read that one to understand the last line of each verse. its the refrain i’ve wanted to use since i thought of the character and i’m really glad it was able to fit with the rest.
18 Monday Nov 2013
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infor the next pair of immortals i started thinking about chaos and control. I’ll get to chaos next. I had the idea that the world was held together by strings. individual strands of time and matter that hold everything in its place. Control started of as a lonely repairman travelling the globe. then I though it would be much more fun to make him a little less vagabond and a little more bond. think men in black meets the three fates.
13 Wednesday Nov 2013
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injust like Inspiration and Reality, I wanted time to have a counterpart. The idea struck me of another watcher. unlike time he doesn’t walk amongst us. instead he sits on the outskirts waiting for things to end. he’s called terminus and i’m actually a little scared of him.
Terminus
12 Tuesday Nov 2013
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inThis follows on from the last couple of poems. I thought Time would be a great character to write. not as an old man but a rather fashionable guy that turns heads even though he’s usually unnoticed.
Old man time
Old man time is a dapper young gent
whose buttons are shiny and bright.
his jacket is pressed, his waistcoat is clean
and his collar is ruffled and white.
he walks through the town with a smile on his face
his hands hang low by his side.
he causes a stir with his fashionable dress
and the way his cravat’s loosely tied.
through the passing of years he has watched everyday
at our failures, our loves and our joys.
he watches the adults drinking their wine,
the children that play with their toys.
he’s there in the corner when life’s gone so dark
and hope seems so far away.
he’s there by your side when your spirits are bright
and you laugh and dance through the day.
he’s there through your sorrow, he’s there through your loss
he’s there through your laughter and smiles.
the constant companion travelling down
through the turning and churning of miles.
Old man time is a dapper young gent
whose buttons are shiny and bright.
he’s watched through the daytime of sunshine and warmth
and he’s watched through the cold of the night.
17 Thursday Oct 2013
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inYesterdays poem got me thinking about personifications and oppisites. if every ying has it’s yang, every light its dark. then what about inspiration. who would play against my crazed muse.
the dark form of reality