Marcel and Ellemac

RAGE

Though life may be more complicated now, life should not lack
Do not give in to the leech on your back!
Rage against it make it pay ! make it through another day

Accommodate what you may but do enjoy every day
It cannot be construed as a plan but take all the joy you can
It's the best way to make it through. and do the things you need to do!

Keep the impostor at bay ,by enjoying yourself as you may
Take what pleasure you can
From those who love and care for you
Do the things that renew and bring you pleasure
Then my friends you have it's measure.

So not a whimper or a whisper,
Shout loud got PD but I'm still proud!
Concentrate on the high don't settle just for getting by!

When your reserves are running low and you need
somewhere to go and be with those who understand
What you need to do and what it is you are going through
just come here to this place we will help restore your pace

Refill your resilience and your verve nothing less than you deserve
You will be amongst many and befriended and never left unattended

So if your days been a mess come over here and just distress!

Pour
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I pour a drink it helps me think
The depths to sink beyond the brink
With eyes half shut can hardly blink
I pour a drink it helps me think

I pour one more mind to explore
The thoughts there waiting now implore
With eyes fixed staring at the floor
I pour one more mind to explore

I pour another mind flies away
The Black is White with shades of Grey
With eyes that see dark thoughts today
I pour another mind flies away

I pour my mind out in a tizz
Revealing all that once was his
With eyes that watch the bubbles fizz
I pour my mind out in a tizz

I pour beyond the realms of dreams
Words they gather up in reams
Emotions to reveal it seems
I pour beyond the realms of dreams

I pour because I do not care
The hatred for myself still there
Keep drinking to repel despair
I pour because I do not care

I pour my life away to you
Its sad but it's entirely true
When all is said then I will do
I,ll pour my life away for you

Titan

THE ROBIN

Sat upon my garden fork,
A cheerful robin spoke to me,
As I took rest from manual work
And thanked him for his company',
He sang a song as I mopped my brow
And danced about twixt fork and plow,
He seemed satisfied by the work I'd done,
Though he critically examined the rows, one by one,
"Keep going" he said ,you've seeds to grow,
And I have little beaks to feed you know!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALij

Happy Birthday Alij
Do hope you have a lovely day
Another year gone can you believe
So I hope that all the cards you receive
Bring you lots of love and best wishes
With many hugs and kisses
Have a great day!!

PB X

Marcel loved you poem of the Robin

TITAN well done again a very deep and moving story written in verse.Do Take care X

Great poems everyone. Don't know how you all do it.

Thanks BJS for advice. Thimk i'll have to rage inside, as I'm not a raging person. would be nice.

Soft Voice

With heavy heart
Disappointment
Lurks uninvited,
Invader.

Keep your distance,
Imposition,
Leave me untainted
For my sake.

See my loved one
In ignorance
Tempt you to enter.
No patience.

Curse the soft voice
Unheard once more.
Speak up, why don't you.
Let him hear.

Unheard
Misunderstood
The loud sound of silence
Can hurt.

Ellemac rage can be quiet and silent! Hope u enjoy this one written on my musing in this mornings wee small hours!

Chasing Dragons
The sleep dragons fly above a darkened world
Through black skies they swoop and soar
Through jewelled satin watch them circle
On the nightly task to cast their spell of fire
Bringing enchantment sleeps desire


But as they glide through squid ink skies
They leave a trail where ere they fly
Of those immune to their charms
Who in their weariness filled with alarm
Sit and stare as the dragons flee
Refusing to hear their humble plea


Return to us with your fire
Fill us with your darkness make us whole
Heal weariness release our souls
Through your flights we bid you ease
The pain of insomnia please


Take us to Morphius’s arms
Or if we are not to sleep give us memories we may keep
Of majestic flight and experiences of what you see
Do not leave us reeling with the dreaded feeling
Of the creeping death cause by missing Dragons breath

BJS

All the love that tries to flow
From hands that grip the realms of death
Sweet lips,taste poison in the kiss
Sadness caressed by heavens breath

Rocked in cold arms,cradled too tight
Restraints not of the loving kind
Quiet now,go to sleep,sweet dreams
I'll help you to make up your mind

All pain will float away and up
Away to that once glimpsed before
Where peace concealed revealed when gone
Will greet you then for ever more

Titan, your poetry is just getting better and better.
hopefully there is some catharsis with it too.

The last poem

Nothing Nothing
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Whatever,whatever,whatever
The magician plays his trump card
But is only his own endeavour
Cos that that's hurt beyond the pale
Won,t twitch an inch,by tooth or nail
With arms aloft you,ll count on it
You think i'll say my wrists i'll slit
But No,will sit here where I'll sit
Annoying you each bit by bit
Staring with longing for the split
The blood to spurt all over it
Bathe in the death of a misfit
Whose history now they will omit
Make them feel like total ****
When all in nodding judgement sit
With final verdict
"He's a tit"

Born that way,a spore adrift
No more than that,left,hitch a lift
A ***** that never cared at all
Have phone number,never call
Thrust into a world of woe
Now,**** off,I hate you,I must go
Never,Never,Never alter
Why my footsteps always falter
Left upon a tide of hope
yet shackled with a tarnished rope
Which bears no weight
Just keeps the ties
Which mirror lost the image dies
With Motherly suckling nothing/NIL
Suck on abandonment until
The taste is toxic in the throat
Whilst those who think they know still gloat
When hair is torn in many shreds
Canes whistle crashing on warm beds
Nothing ever good enough
Then like a Dog ain't bad enough
He stokes and strokes and finds the tickle
leaves you in lost like her in pickle
Mixed and TOSSED,Completely torn
Exposed beyond the realms of porn
Divided,sub-divided ,shot
Ripped in to but utter not
Misplaced,hurt,left whilst clutching skirt
Comes mocking laughter,deep the hurt
As dirty pigs shall not be heard
Don,t whistle like a Myna Bird
Stifle the screams across the pages
Though nobody understands the pain that rages
Sleep comfortable those tucked in your bed
Whilst dreaming wish that you were were dead
When everything is blown away
Those who punish never pay
Those that suffer,suffer still
Illness heaped upon the quill
As ink pours out across the paper
Not a hopeful tale or caper
But heaped in terrifying visions
Adults with pains circumcisions
Cut off before the first chapter
Strung up on the highest rafter
Never to come gently down
Birthday bumps,the lonely clown
A joke,especially now to see
Revealing inner parts of he
Because when you don,t really care
You cut off all your troubled hair
Prepare a speech ,an epitaph
Still certain they will mock and laugh
Point at the failure standing there
Look!!,he's chopped off all his hair
Look at his eyes,just how they stare
Because his soul,he has laid bare
As stood there lacking underwear
Exposed now in the public's glare
Who turn their backs
Why ?they don,t care
Why ? because they just see NOTHING there
The nothing with that empty stare
Who yearns for love,yet does not care
When everything is intense yet numb
The body last thing to succumb
Although already been struck dumb
Foetal position ,sucking thumb
The seed of his despair

Bereft with nothing there

Nothing