Ashes to Ashes / Dust to Dust / Fire Burns / And Water Rusts
It is true / She will sail again / Once she is gone
This poem is Based on and Inspired the Photograph and photograph’s description. The image is titled Ghost Ship / Photographed by RedBubble artist Peter Rivron In the Photographer Description Peter Rivron writes: / The Ryde Queen paddle steamer was built in 1936, she operated a ferry service between Portsmouth and The Isle of Wight. Withdrawn from service in 1970, she opened as a night club at Binfield on The Isle of Wight, this is where I would spend most of my Saturday nights in my teenage years. Abandoned now she still remains on this spot slowly rotting away. / Since taking this photo her funnel has collapsed. / / / / - / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)
The chains of love that once bound us together, / they turned into chains of rust … Why, oh why did you have to leave me? / Why, oh wh…
Fly with the wind, you must - / To land once more on the earth’s crust. / One day ye shall naugh’ be, / Grit on some ladie’s bust -
Humourous limmerik of mortality’s dust
A cold breeze so small that a falling feather would disturb it, had begun to creep over my toes, the thick dust spiraled around my feet.
fire coming out of the monkeys head provoked my thoughts, this is what resulted.
He cannot but weep at our lack of trust / How it must cause Him great disgust / We horde the things in nature that rusts / And pursue so ma…
Inspired by Tom Vaughan’s Featured Image, *Eye of the Rock * , May 30th 2008
Creeping over sweep and curve, smoothness, rough edges, blighting / Along its way it devours all toil, all vanity, all former sentiments, ...
Inspired by the image above,by invitation of Prasad. Hope you like it, Prasad. I don’t know how to add a picture to the writing or vice versa but if you know and want to submit it as a collaboration, go right ahead.
She falls from grace in her bathroom mirror / Bare face / Naked lines
I won’t stop ripping / until you’re bleeding rust / I won’t stop hurting / until your heart turns into dust
two prickles / either will hurt / neither gives / any alert
the very talented Mr Paul Rees-Jones posted a very true picture of nature vs man made Nettles on Barbs / these words was my warning in my head I thought you’d like to hear them too! / Simply “DON’T TOUCH EITHER” / Chookas! ♥
The following entries are unformatted exceprts from the D12 System Core *book I recently released…
These are just a few small sections taken from the D12 System Core
When your heartstrings finally break, there will be no noise, no twang, no sigh of release. The sound will be felt, not heard. It will re…
Another friend died on Saturday – killed while driving home drunk on a bike. That makes three this year alone, violent, untimely, and self induced. One suicide, and two intentional accidents. Sad people, sad ends, broken hearts and broken dreams.
when lightning bolts a flash
looking into the history of an old wagon wheel, and history of our pioneers here in west australia,thought i’d write about it in this short poem.{helps if ya got an aussie accent though}
Lingering spirits, encouraging calm / Erstwhile creatures encourage dawn
. . .So keep the past the past / Leave those memories to collect dust / Thrown them in the river / Let them sink and rust. . .
Just a poem to a former boyfriend, who seems to think it’s cool to be friends with exes. It isn’t folks.
32 cow-excrement-enhanced rocks, / self-appointed to guard any vomit / that manages to bolster enough insolence as to / declare itself worth…
She bit the inside of her mouth hard. She tasted rust.
Twisted Tales – prompt Precious Metals (TTST50)
if my soul no longer felt / your sweet caress / i would be left standing / with rusted unhappiness / my heart would turn to stone / winds wo…
Twisted up like a corkscrew / Spring half sprung / The middle ground
entropy, inevitable rust
thunder cracks like windowpanes / rusted down water drains / coating me in dismal stares / thick like frosted-heart-despair / lightning flash…
Rusted scar / Uncertain screams from bruising fangs, / Spitting fury at the world. / Muzzled and strapped tight. / So much hate for the ones …
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