Turquoise Monster

I saw the blessing in the air
I saw it as angels’ fly-away hair

I saw the anger in the river
I saw it curl its fingers; I shiver

I have been set a challenge via facebook but Adam Magee a fellow poet – I have to post a poem a day for 5 days and tag other poets to do the same each day.

Now I’ve been suffering with concussion for the last month and writing and reading have been out but I am feeling much better so am giving this a try. So tomorrow hopefully there will be a fresh new poem.

You sit and think upon the day
Misted windows obscures your view
Engine rumbles beneath your seat
The bell rings shrill across your nerves
Shift slightly on too hard a seat
Stare numbly at blurred nothing

Shift these dreams
In a parabolic curve
Away from me
Into orbit
Around a closed mind
Until the orbit decays
And the dreams
Come home
With a crash
Destroying themselves
Annialting those
Who betrayed them
These dreams
Are dangerous things
Until new growth
From the ruins
Chaos arises
Sowing seeds
Of things greater yet
My dreams
Our dreams
Build new worlds
Holding onto hope
For soon the end
Nescitates the beginning
Dreams of the pheonix

Air cold, misty halos on the street lamps
You trudge, the nightly fight with twisted gate
Reluctant to let you in
Alarm disarmed
You entire already tired
Fatigued to the core
Dispair slumps your shoulders
All those biscuit crumbs
Sticky finger marks
Each night you wage your war
Hoovering over the same spot
Earasing the footprints of the enemy
Crayons ground underfoot
Fused to grey grim fibres
New works of art each night
Bold colours on the walls
You plug your dated music to your ears
This could take a while
Leaves in the foyer
And vomit on the walls
Then to the dusting
With rhumatism creaking
Elbows aching
Hoovering is the bane
Of the dark hours
So long
So tiring
Time seems to stretch

I am imperfection
See the cracks
See the fractures
The marks of time
Blemishes of pain

You are imperfect
I see the flaws
Bright and vivid
They can not be ignored
Part of you

Do not cry
The words are wrong
Imperfect, flawed, broken
Look at this ring
The ring you gave me
Amythist in antique cut
Your pledge to me
See the rainbow within?
Beauty not flaw

Look at your own
Fractured by clumsyness
Revieled the try stone
The shape it longed to be
No longer restrain
In hard lines
Silken swirl

You and me perfect
Colours swerl
Smooth shapes interlock
If others fail to see
It is their lose

Whispered moment
In twilight
Shifting shadows
Confuse the mind
An angles kiss
Graced this goodbye
Another week of yerning
Of waiting cold
Being alone
A chirruping sound
Bleeding light
A message sent
Across the miles
Electronic hug
Txted kiss
But the eyes are missing
as is the smile
Soon to be reunited
Angle fly home
Once more
A week of bliss
These moments ours
But for now
A voice disembodied
And small
These whispered moments

Immerse the mind in all things
And them feed each other
Growing knowledge
Ideas forming as gently crystal growths
Spreading out from many a core
Little trees growing together
Roots and branches enmeshed
Art feeds the science and
Science feeds the art
Separate entities that touch
As distinct as the sexes
Spawning either/or
With traces of both
A kaleidoscope of changing
Inspiration
Twisting technology
from our dreams
And our nightmares

It’s St Georges Day about a dragon and a knight
About tea and cake and an fairy tail fight
So fly high the flag of red and white
Be proud and loud but loose the racist shiite
You know Anglos were once the foreign ones – right?
As was St George, killed in his persecuted flight
Remember that when you mock the immigrant’s plight
And that it’s the mix that makes for England’s might

He reckons I’m obsessed
Obsessed he says
Obsesses
Brown caffeinated liquids
Are my obsession
Warm or cold
Fizzy or flat
As long as it has caffeine
It has the knack
I need
The longing
For thick frothy coffee
You have to eat with a spoon
The wanting
Ice filled cola
Or mocha with cream
But I am not obsessed
Oh no not me
I can go for an hour
Without
Any you see
Just don’t tell him
I will beg and plead
If I am without for
More than three
Three hours
With out caffeine
And I’ll need
A grande
Via intravenous drip
Or a take away
Beaker to sip.