Romantic Flash Fiction Helena, she was my perfection. From girl to woman I had watched her grow, always showing her the natural clarity of her beauty.
Released in 1973, 20th Century Boy and reached number 3 in the UK Singles Charts. It was also a bonus track on the reissue of the 1973 album Tanx.
Each day I looked to universal light And wished I could hear you whisper my name Then heard only silence throughout the night
I got home to a letter from my pen pal, Lynne, in England. Inside were photographs and postcards from her holiday, each numbered on the back, so I could follow the descriptive within her letter.
The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star. Where … Continue reading Chorus from Hellas by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The nights are long, and the days are short now While winter winds echo across the land Tonight the king will return as is planned
My first summer of love on that beach, First handheld, first kiss, to the sounds of 'Grease'. 'Summer Lovin'' high in the chart did reach,
Across the crowded dance floor, I saw her. Her soft blonde hair cascading in loose curls over her shoulders. Her sparkling eyes staring into the darkness of the room. Her lips curling softly under the ruby gloss.
Blank Verse is constructed lines of iambic pentameter without a rhyme scheme. For longer poems, it can be divided into stanzas of varying length or stanzas of equal length.
Gustavos Theodore von Holst was an English composer, arranger and teacher. There had been professional musicians on the Holst family and it was noted when he was a young boy he would follow the same calling. Apart from the Planet Suite and a few other pieces his music was largely ignored until the 1980s.
A motherless soft lambkin Along upon a hill; No mother's fleece to shelter him And wrap him from the cold: - I'll run to him and comfort him, I'll fetch him, that I will; I'll care for him and feed him Until he's strong and bold Date: 1872 Poet: Christina Georgina Rossetti English 1830 - … Continue reading A Motherless Soft Lambkin by Christina Georgina Rossetti
I long to see the sparkle in your eyes Silent and yearning a prowling desire Unsated want hidden in empty sighs And like the hunter stalking the streets
Prompt: Three things you like about yourself
Alone in the shadows of used-to-be Where unchecked thoughts stir up feelings like dust And somewhere in there the remains of me
One morning in late spring Loban was sat in the kitchen finishing his breakfast. I sat sipping tea and he looked at me. ‘Kip, it has been quiet too long!’
What would I do just for the love of you? I would swim across deep oceans so I could prove That the heart in me beats honest and true, There is no one thing I would not try move.....
The moon upon the wide sea Placidly looks down, Smiling with her mild face, Though the ocean frown. Clouds may dim her brightness, But soon they pass away, And she shines out, unaltered, O'er the little waves at play. So 'mid the storm or sunshine, Wherever she may go, Led on by her hidden power … Continue reading The Mother Moon by Louisa May Alcott
Taking their name from Aldous Huxley’s book ‘The Doors of Perception’, the Doors were an American rock band formed in 1965. Unique for their time, they are among the most controversial and influential bands of the 1960s
Such love, so deep it now brings only pain As tears fall silently lost in the rain...
A path secluded by a silent roar As if feet had never walked here before...
If there is one thing you could take from me It is my love that will always be yours...
As roses bloom in red And the violets in blue
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee. He picked up a hitch-hiker named Jesus who had been standing among a school of fish, feeding them pieces of bread. "Where are you going?" asked Jesus, getting into the front seat. "Anywhere, anywhere out of this world!" shouted Baudelaire. "I'll go … Continue reading The Galilee Hitch-Hiker by Richard Brautigan
Even months after escaping the grip of the System and finding freedom I cannot quite get used to being able speak freely and without fear. Even the simple act of writing my journals would have found me put before a firing squad. Expressing the truth or an opinion carried an automatic death sentence. They could not stop the mind from thinking though.
‘I can’t explain, you wouldn’t understand,’ I've lost my life and all I have is pain
Considered one of the last Old Masters and one of the first of the Modern Masters of painting, Francisco Goya was a Spanish painter and printmaker. He started his career at the age of 14 as an apprentice painter and his talent was quickly recognized.
The poetry of love, a scented roseWith verses written where kisses reposeThe sweetest touch the secret words between You and me; each touch a new metaphorTo gently take you where you’ve never beenThe pleasure rushes like an ocean waveAnd still, I write my poems on your skinConcealing the hunger with which I craveTo find desire … Continue reading Ex Amore Poema
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies, Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries, Should warn you hence, where milder suns invite, And day alternates with his mother night. You fear perhaps your food will fail you there, Your human carnage, that delicious fare That lured you hither, following still your friend … Continue reading Advice to a Raven in Russia by Joel Barlow
I cannot love you with a close embrace Nor with the passion of a tender touch
Prompt: A song you have danced to with your best friend
As Cathy left the station it should have been the normal short walk to her home. Instead the street was silent, deathly silent.
So close to the end, we had just begun, A future so bright was now under threat
I am alone in my hospital room with only my thoughts for company. The bright sunshine outside does not bring light to the sheer weight of the darkness I see. Sure, my eyes see a couple of cats playing in the long grass where the gardens meet the car park. They see the road I … Continue reading Sometime in Slough
The Standard Habbie, often used by Robert Burns who may have created the form, is a sestet stanza.
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I kiss the dust that lies beneath your feet As I know from your love I can’t retreat
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light … Continue reading Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
A sonnet composed of fourteen rhyming lines Expressing words of love, or other things
Arina had a fondness for visiting historic buildings. Once or twice I had been with her and wandered round unused rooms arranged in a set period from the past. It intrigued me listening to Arina explain the details of the people who had lived there in the distant past. This time was different.
Over the Rigg gathered billows of rage,
We watched the fury taking out its wage...
The moon shimmers in green water. White herons fly through the moonlight. The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts: into the night, singing, they paddle home together. Poet: Li Po Chinese 701 – 762
The stone stands alone it seems against all weather and wane. No one to share the vicious rain. No shelter from wind or snow. Storms come and go, the stone remains, a little battered but tall and proud. The kiss of sunlight warms through, easing the cold dampness away. The love of the moon lights … Continue reading The Standing Stone
The first of the sonnetinas, the Sonnetina Uno is a ten-line form written in iambic tetrameter, pentameter or any other consistent meter. It is a blank verse. Example Unspeakable Need by Jez Farmer A whisper of lavender calls a dream, In gentle words that dare the heart to care As darker thoughts recall how love … Continue reading Sonnetina Uno
https://youtu.be/Q8AN0jWNrJA Title: The Four Seasons - Autumn Date: 1723 Composer: Antonio Vivaldi Movement: Baroque Italian 1678 - 1741 Antonio Lucio Vivaldi was a composer, virtuoso violinist, teacher and cleric. He is recognised as one of the greatest Baroque composers, and within his lifetime his influence was widespread across Europe. He composed numerous concertos for … Continue reading The Four Seasons – Autumn by Antonio Vivaldi
I sat reflecting on the stepping stone Sometimes a girl must think it out alone I thought of love, of life, and prayed to god Unanswered questions cast in earthly sin Even then faith did seem overtly odd Amid this beauty how could love be wrong When love is the pulse of all living things … Continue reading Stepping Stones
A wingless flight across an open sky as she soars into the night alone for I cannot fly with her as like a tree I remain rooted to the ground she may return she may not but still, I let her fly she is mine and I gladly let her go until the day she … Continue reading Release
Prompt: A song you cannot stand to listen too As my taste in music is very eclectic this is actually a very hard one to come up with. There are songs and pieces I hate but I can listen to them or have them on in the background and tune them out, but a … Continue reading Noooooooo!!!!
Lionel Ritchie crooned across the dance floor. I held you in my arms, leading you into the romantic rhythm of the music as I sang the lyrics to you. After the dance I led you back to the table, attending to your needs as any gentleman should – including a red rose from the seller … Continue reading I, Gigolo
Poetic Notes Oriental Form - Choka
Echo Sonnet written 2008 As I lie restless, I hear your soft breath, I see you smile in dreams of love spring. My surrender to watch you, a living death,
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron: Crown'd with a helmet and dark hair the nameless female stood; A quiver with its burning stores, a bow like that of night, … Continue reading America, A Prophecy by William Blake
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen. They breathe their spells towards the departing day, Encompassing the … Continue reading A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Acrostic poetry is a short autonomous verse constructed by a placing capitalised word or phrase vertically down the page to form the initial letters of each line of poetry. Each line is used to relate to the word or praise the subject. Acrostic poetry can be used with various other poetic forms that fit with … Continue reading Acrostic Poetry
A pair of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. Ah, God, spare me—so soon again At the barred door to beat in vain, And find their dalliance such fierce pain! I, yearning up from Hell’s abyss, See, dreaming through their worlds of bliss, This Dante … Continue reading A Pair of Lovers in the Street by Arthur Henry Adams
we had goldfish and they circled around and around in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting us all to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!' and she was right: it's better to be happy if you can but my father continued … Continue reading A Smile to Remember by Charles Bukowski
You who, like the stab of a knife, Entered my plaintive heart; You who, strong as a herd Of demons, came, ardent and adorned, To make your bed and your domain Of my humiliated mind — Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound Like the convict to his chain, Like the stubborn gambler to the game, … Continue reading The Vampire by Charles Baudelaire
Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; You've vines and stars in your hair. Naked you are spacious and yellow As summer in a golden … Continue reading Love Sonnet XXVII by Pablo Neruda