Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
Form: Quatrains As moonlit midnight skies drift in wonderTo the dawn of the new sapphire sunrise,My dreams turn to the muse that lies yonder,My brush seeks out her cerulean eyes. The artist lost to her cold heart of steel,As paint so creates the cloudless figures.My indigo tears flow, each stroke I feelOf portrayals, she greets … Continue reading Playing the Blues
Form: Sapphic Stanzas In silver lunar, light divine,As by the Ancients cast foreseen,A message I could not decline,Hail Holy Queen! In one with Mother Nature’s lightThe Balance I have found in YouMy trust and fate I give tonight,May I walk true To use Your power as a giftAnd only ever with Your good will.For the … Continue reading Hail Holy Queen
In the stillness of discord the waves seek the tender dreams you have long forgotten. In the silence before the storm I speak...
She is the queen of starlit nights, her beauty beyond mortal sights, one kiss, she will possess my soul...
Church bells ring at Fenchurch St Paul. A wedding, celebrated in true English fashion. A time for joy before the outbreak of war...
Every night I write out my heart and pray you hear a poet calling how I long to hold you in my arm...
Dare to dream of love, a brave heart can dare feel the music ripple, I need to feel sharing my soul with you in dreams we share...
On winter's nights, so calm, so still, the Goddess starts to sing, a voice of warmth against the chill...
Hear her heartbeat drumming, calling, hark the thunder crashing loudly, Mother Earth in rhythms, calling, nature's voice is singing proudly. Child of nature dances barefoot, sensing music all around her...
Brilliant skies of surrealistic winter days, Shades of grey lacking in cheer or delighting ways, Mingle with vivid sighs, spring is arriving soon...
A love found in nature’s glory, A passion freed me from the pain, The kiss that started our story In summer’s rain...
The swirling wind to touch the ground, A sudden energy outbursts, Yet its eye cannot see the found...
As night-time closed around my mind, I watched a lady rise above, Within her face beauty defined...
The stars shone down upon the ground, While I sat strumming my guitar, And time stood still and gathered round...
released butterfly wings soaring purple skies passions shimmer light...
Yule, divine Pagan rite...
I long to cast magic’s spell, know thee well in autumn’s night. A wish just for thee, my heart...
The floating words no longer shine of gold, so deep beautiful sounds now lie in fear as before, you're not the one for me to hold...
Form: Haiku tranquil echoesthe Ashanti spark illusions -spirit of tantra ©JGFarmer2009
I dream in arcane blue As stars, begin to shine In sleep, I feel your love...
In winter’s white, as angels cry for early spring to warm the wind, to bring to life with gentle sigh...
In circle dance from left to right Around the Pagan flame From right to left eternal light...
For all those years you sat in pose, your love endured to meet my art. My muse you were, I saw no rose...
In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade...
Washed up on the high tide line on the shore, A miracle lies amongst the debris. A rose from deep in the ocean’s blue core...
Arouse the senses, Breath meeting quivering lips, Craving mouth-watering moments...
She waits in shadows on edges of life Her scythe to gather souls at rest beside. Angel of death, how we resist her knife...
In the season of paradox cowards slink, The world in ambiguity is enslaved. The writer’s quill flows with contrary ink...
Roses, a gift from me heart to show in art I love ye. Each bloom presents part of me...
In spring the birds will wait for love to come As rays of sun like golden fingers pluck and strum The strings of nature's new guitar of life...
A wild Pagan heart that beats strong And dances to flutes of Pan. The way of Old turned me from wrong...
On blackened wing he hovers in sorrows, He’s caught in fusion of the endless night. Her curse to leave his heart in field’s furrows...
To take a junk across the bay to city lights and song, reflect the rippled waters way...
Long nights of darkness are coming to an end. Spring is marching in, warming the world with life. Bleak landscape expanses of sombre grey shadows...
What does she do with all the teeth that she finds? White, tiny teeth from under the soft, feather pillow. Where does she take them as you lie in dream sleep...
Because you feel like you are living a lie You think the world has turned away to die The pain awash inside your mind sets free...
To feel one kiss a breath on cheek, with moist full lips that brush your lust, torment the game of hide and seek...
Angel by my side, without you so lost. Will this hurt never end...
Proudly, in circle, they stand tall, Aveb’ry, a Pagan’s hallowed hall. For all my wrongs I will atone...
She's rhythmic; swaying, swinging hips gyrate, Her finger bends - come closer - drawing me, expose black lace, entice my eyes to fate...
Um err what! I think maybe I have lost the plot. Been trying to battle with that damn writer's block. Looking everywhere for a spark, a smidgen not a lot...
I hear your voice, as I sleep I feel your touch...
Some days I get so angry with you, just let me be Those days I don’t thank you for not letting me die I just wanted to let go, from this hell be free...
I'm caught in her trap of intricate lies, Ensnared by the promise of silken sighs, A liaison between pale velvet thighs...
Paint and canvas, pencils and water, four simple things...
With eyes that shimmer moonlight's dawn, reflect desire with senses torn, at love's caress from head to toe...
At dawn the first rays of sun light, That chase the shadows of the night To keep the joyful spirits bright...
Wrap around chrome, gyrating slow moving sensuality, intimate glances torment sighs...
Forces of nature, hail to Thee, From here on bended knee. The Earth Mother graces us with life...
She sings to me in silver tones She calls the merry tune The maidens dance before the crones...
