Slowly into darkess crawl,
toward yellow sickly eyes
that fall
flush between a noble light
of dawn and dusk,
a sanguin flight...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
More poetry from Welsh poet/writer Steven Francis. Described by one reviewer as "the poet with a magic microscope into human emotion", Steven is a fascinating walk into a dawn where the sun reveals everything...
Showing posts with label rhyme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhyme. Show all posts
Wednesday, 4 September 2013
Sunday, 25 August 2013
One Legged Prayer of the Common Man
F**k those Tory toffs,
they have lots
while we have nots.
Burn them
in their majestic beds,
while WE sleep in sheds...
Full stop,
a wealthy, fatty stop,
as we ALL drop...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
they have lots
while we have nots.
Burn them
in their majestic beds,
while WE sleep in sheds...
Full stop,
a wealthy, fatty stop,
as we ALL drop...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
Wednesday, 21 August 2013
Trigger (In A Grotto)
Its come for me
as sharp as lizards
and quick like tea,
death in breaths
heavy as the sea.
That is done
hello the worm
goodbye the sun,
feel a blink
an invisible run...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
as sharp as lizards
and quick like tea,
death in breaths
heavy as the sea.
That is done
hello the worm
goodbye the sun,
feel a blink
an invisible run...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
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