Ten Poems of mine

Maths:

And so the birds of woe,
Reel high above there carcas prey,
In scilence noisless birds do brey,
Their taunting shadows passing low.

The beasts do toil in shell of frail white,
Shifting numbers to and fro,
But answers digits never show,
Wishing to escape in flight.

And one does taunt and one does wish,
To not be here at all,
And to release the bonds of listless inactivity,
Of mind and body and of soul.

A Once Lost Land:

I am a king,
newly crowned,
of a once lost land,
that now is found.

My subjects are,
the lowly beasts,
who come from far,
to kill and feast.

From centers deep,
to finistairre,
they flock to sleep,
'neath dark foul air.

Be carefull foe,
as you slumber,
my borders move,
with speed of thunder.

Of The Dark

She is a creature who,
Is of the dark,
And all she loves,
Is of the dark,
Worhiping all that is,
Is of the dark,
Drinking blood which,
Is of the dark,
Consuming flesh which,
Is of the dark,
And speaking that which,
Is of the dark,
Her whole life,
Is of the dark,
Because our death,
Is of the dark,
Her Lips,
And tounge,
And all she is,
Are given to that which,
Is of the dark.

Throne

Drip, drip
of blood on stones,
martyrs deaths
to build your thrones.

In blackest depths
of rancid hollows,
dwells the beast
that faction follows.

The pale flame
of human will,
condensed in to
a bitter pill.

And you have slain
all those who stood,
for light and love
and mankinds good.

So in our lives
corruption spreads,
in fields and homes
and in whores beds.

Drip, drip
of blood on stones,
martyrs deaths
to build your thrones.

Drunk With You

Hazy vision
crazy mission
stager along
to see things through
lets go walk
and drink
and talk
the way to go
i never knew
it dosent matter
cause a clatter
pearants sleeping
had a few
i hate to dance
fall in a trance
but i dont care
when im with you.

Idea:

A giant translucent butterfly,
Drifting in the forest of a thousand different shades of green,
Dappled light,
The butterfly flits between the golden shafts,
Barely more present than a drifting spiders web,
Like a soul,
Becoming part of the essence of the world,
The clarity of view,
Shattered by its tranquil beuty,
Draw breath, too fast!
More fragile even, than it looks,
And left now, only memory,
Fragiler still...

Baiting:

There once was a grizzly bear,
Who got his paw caught in a snare,
To the fair he was led,
And to himself said:
I hardly think that this is fair!

Fall Of Civilisations:

Destruction of,
What came before,
A feeble gift,
Lain at your door.

And where once,
Mighty towers stood,
Now lies the corpse,
Of those who could.

Books on fire,
Wrightings burned,
Shall scorch your face,
When wind is turned.

And if we venture,
To remember,
We'll wish we helped,
There staunch defender.

Image:

Sandy stubble apon my chin,
A sticky jar with honey in,
A dirty knife apon he top,
A bucket and a scrappy mop.

A note,
Hurridley written,
Tacked on to the wall...

A heron on the wing,
Gathering to watch her sing,
A hole ripped in to trouser leg,
A little hat apon a peg.

A shelf,
One side broken,
Its items strewn on to the floor...

A child crying by he river,
A cold and blue disected liver,
A tall and mighty range of hills,
A bottle full of yellow pills.

The orange glow,
Of street lamps,
Through thick white fog...

A mop of long untidy hair,
A babys pram tumbling down the stair,
Poster paint,
A cottage quaint.

The sparkle,
Of rain tumbling through,
The bright summer sky...

All repeated,
But never the same twice.

One:

If you only draw one scene,
Are you an artist?
If you Photograph one flower,
Are you a photographer?

If write one poem,
Are you a poet?
If you film one minet,
Are you a director?

If you make one meal,
Are you a chief?
If you carve one figure,
Are you a sculpturer?

You are, or your not,
And if you love, Just once?