1. I’m simply sitting inside a different box.
    A box made just for me.
    A box made by my enemies.
    I’m simply trapped and defeated.

    One seat, filled with ten other men.
    Men from whom I ran away.
    The distance was was enough untill this day
    102 anno domini.

    It took the lot of them
    It took an alliance of them all to unmake me.
    And keep me alive to mourn their heresy.
    A heresy quite well done.

    I am The Doctor, that means “really clever”
    In many languages, I think. Probably.
    I’ll have a plan in a minute, maybe more.
    Timey Wimey don’t fail me now.

    I swear on fish fingers and custard.
    I would never let it happen again to them.
    Those who follow me, and save me time and time again.
    I need to be saved again.

    When the Pandorica opened, I feared.
    What was on the other side.
    But to my surprise
    It was a roman.

  2. I believe this particular blog has been going for around 4-5 years now. It has been a place for me to express and share my poetry with the world. Finally after years of being a poet I have managed to get some of my stuff published!

    Watch this space.

  3. It is rare that I come across a poem that enthralls me as much as this poem did. Kim Wheeler Is a talented writer and a friend of mine. I am simply sharing a piece from her that I believe the world should see. However you remember our fallen heroes today, let this poem be a part of it.

    The Sixth of June

    By Kim Wheeler

    Metal water horses trot on surf of midnight-black azure
    Their load as precious to their host as any that has gone before
    They go to liberate a coast that many trod not on thus far
    But country bids them so to do and hence they land upon the shore

    Their welcome takes them by surprise, all hell around is blast and din –
    And groan and yell and wail and bang, but even so they falter in.
    Their courage soars, at thought they may put to an end this troubled tune –
    But barrage greets their valour. They will not forget this sixth of June.

    As comrades fall, they venture on and run for any cover hence
    They trip upon what can’t be named and falter on the bared-wire fence.
    The carnage seems interminable, they run and run and stumble on.
    Though sparks of what they’ve seen today, will never from their minds be gone.

    The sanguine soldiers that remain, secure a post, then two, then three
    And after what seems like a lifetime, take a beach in victory.
    As beaches, bridges, strongholds fall; they march on through the foreign mire
    They stop not long, but venture on, remembering their hearts desire -

    To return home, to be with kin, to force upon their foe, a peace.
    To lay down arms, to breath the air that only comes with sacrifice.
    Their orders passed, their task is done, and heroes all, they return home
    And for their forfeit, quiet prayer and knowledge they are not alone.


  4. I always get that ‘Turtoise and the Hare” feeling when I write

    I always get that ‘Turtoise and the Hare” feeling when I write

  5. Go make another claim
    Don’t forget to take the blame.
    Or knock on more doors.

  6. We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.
    George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via larmoyante)
    Reblogged from: booksandpublishing


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