emerald skein
clothed in a haze
resolute and brazen

treacle breadths
and spirit sheen

cast me forgotten
in plainclothes warrior
worn

i was first foremost and last
the ember shrouded
edging out the watermarked
curling celluloid
into smoke

taste the future on my wrists
hot bow breath down the
wastelands of her spine
writhing soft as the oracles
pallet of tinge
wrapped in cascades
entropy wins

and the little values
of vertigo
spin

Emerging like a shadow
pulled from the night.
Outlined by light,
he waits.

On noiseless feet
going where reality dares not
Those who did her wrong, he had not forgot
nor forgotten was the promise made.

On rage filled wings
he soars through the sky
deciding who's turn it is to die.
Talons outstretched, searching for prey.

Soul catcher, dream snatcher
A wounded heart, sworn to protect
following years of neglect.
The Raven will have his day

Ian and Loved.. By.......Duo poets

Better to walk the beach alone,
you too
Better to walk the beach alone,

Friends will gather,
as they call
your name
one by one.

Ian
and
Loved

Loved
and
Ian

Life can be so
very lonely
even when...
in a crowded room

Better to walk the beach alone,
never moan
one day the world
will you, alone own...

The small bard was
also ours!!!!!!

Confession

spawned from lustful fornication
born without a name
reared by those unfit to coach
the playing of life’s game

absorbing knowledge like a sponge
daring to be strange
yet all the while still wishing
I had the will to change

Must children born
in the dark of night
wake up to see the morning?

Why should they live
persistent in the mind,
why should they feed on thoughts
and grow great wings
to fly like bats beneath the sky?

Why must they haunt
my waking dreams,
these fey unholy children?

Why do they call me by my name,
why do they sing my song?

Their gloating is a symphony
of heartlessness
and humour,
their toothless grins,
and gaping eyes,
their distant mien,
their slimy little tongues

Still Searching

The Raven sought his soul from on high
Round and round seeking he tried
Then something came into view
A glistening so bright as a drop of dew

There he descended in great haste
I shall find a treasure no time to waste
He screamed to his own imagined way
Shedding air his wings sang that day

His shadow grew upon the Earth
As he stalled in flight to seek it's birth
There now a fluttering brilliance grew
Still guided him into the light he knew

I caught her eyes,
She caught my eyes.
Who is to be blamed then?
Who could denounce to embrace beauty,
affirm its importance and learn its ways?
Who could in his right senses,
discard its thoughts, forget its impart and tarnish its image?

I maintain to sustain its essence in my life, with diligent effort to pass it on to posterity...twg

dreams come in dry cold winds
announcing their thoughts
through the wires of song

and on the dead leaf lawns
the shelter limits dance
like rain on dark pools trance

stirring in dreams
a murmur to a cry
break through partitions
shove aside the shy

and the thistle
shadowment
sticks
to to gait of pride
unlocking textures
and hungers
thick thin and wide

Debunking

monster in the pond
oh!...no...just toes of a cloud
dipping shadows

....

Intrusion

family afar
cordial constraints, the keepsake
a box of silence

....

A Mixed Message

"slippery when wet"
a warning, and a welcome
fucking on the floor

....

The Garden

trellis hugging vine
embracing geometrics
fondling nature ROCKS!

....

A Loofah

men are rough and coarse
smooth with kittens and kids, cute
rubs the right way

....

Hi Ian …you call me bro or bard …tis okay

send me my fare to London
I will come to meet a lovely one like you
and
borrow a million pounds or two
Oh your rich all know
maybe that's why your poetry does flow
wow you know
as Sadie also says so