Submissions by Kexby (john rickell)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write free verse.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2019 11:54am
12th May 2019 11:54am
High Spring
May blossoms in the hedgerow.
Where tractors have not slain
the hedges, heavy with scents
of high spring, bird songs excite
as bees ply trade old as Adam
gathering harvests for the winter
See infant fruits swelling.Enjoy the sun
for you,everyone none other.
Before my window flies and butterflies
dance their ballet, Gold finches
call each hour fledglings swing in conifers
only two weeks before they fly
joining the chorus, Earth's great orchestra
which we join or simply listen
it...
Where tractors have not slain
the hedges, heavy with scents
of high spring, bird songs excite
as bees ply trade old as Adam
gathering harvests for the winter
See infant fruits swelling.Enjoy the sun
for you,everyone none other.
Before my window flies and butterflies
dance their ballet, Gold finches
call each hour fledglings swing in conifers
only two weeks before they fly
joining the chorus, Earth's great orchestra
which we join or simply listen
it...
#earth
#evolution
522 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2019 3:13pm
18th Apr 2019 3:13pm
The Book-Keeper
What did you do dear Judas ? Why did you dear Judas ?
Were you not the brightest of the twelve
Could you not see the plan that would have taken you with me
To those dreamed heights ? Could you not wait ?
Why could you not dear unhappy Judas?
The books you kept so well, of the cash we held,
Were of the same importance as the rest we'd done.
The way to heaven is not paid with cash,
But we were on the earth and needed you,
My dear unhappy Judas
We shared the road and joked...
Were you not the brightest of the twelve
Could you not see the plan that would have taken you with me
To those dreamed heights ? Could you not wait ?
Why could you not dear unhappy Judas?
The books you kept so well, of the cash we held,
Were of the same importance as the rest we'd done.
The way to heaven is not paid with cash,
But we were on the earth and needed you,
My dear unhappy Judas
We shared the road and joked...
#mystery
742 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th Apr 2019 12:05pm
16th Apr 2019 12:05pm
Memories of Robert Frost
The path bent its way through the wood
I'd had a choice some yards back,
The fork, (was it the same?)
Left and right
Just like the hay-fork I carried.
I'd found it further back.
The thick and solid handle
Of the early path, now two
One brown with mud
The other flat and green
Strolled before.
It was winter.
Who had thrown away the fork?
It had been there a long time
The handle black with mould.
Had it been discarded last fall?
(A strange tool to find ...
I'd had a choice some yards back,
The fork, (was it the same?)
Left and right
Just like the hay-fork I carried.
I'd found it further back.
The thick and solid handle
Of the early path, now two
One brown with mud
The other flat and green
Strolled before.
It was winter.
Who had thrown away the fork?
It had been there a long time
The handle black with mould.
Had it been discarded last fall?
(A strange tool to find ...
#happiness
431 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2019 10:22am
12th Apr 2019 10:22am
Tell me blackbird
Tell me blackbird why do you sing?
I have asked many times before yet
am no wiser . . . . . .you do not answer
I don't think you know. perhaps
to accuse you such is unfair,maybe
I should climb your tree,or take
a ladder to the tiles,see the view
from which you sang today and
yesterday,the day before,tomorrow
and every other day that would be. l
would be without you but less.Yes
I'll take the ladder,sit upon the tiles
and sing. Will you stay and listen?
What shall I sing, a simple song?
Extemporised as...
I have asked many times before yet
am no wiser . . . . . .you do not answer
I don't think you know. perhaps
to accuse you such is unfair,maybe
I should climb your tree,or take
a ladder to the tiles,see the view
from which you sang today and
yesterday,the day before,tomorrow
and every other day that would be. l
would be without you but less.Yes
I'll take the ladder,sit upon the tiles
and sing. Will you stay and listen?
What shall I sing, a simple song?
Extemporised as...
#peace
493 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2019 1:35pm
10th Apr 2019 1:35pm
Half day closing at the Pheasant
Wednesday afternoon,quiet talk
and laughter, shops closed
for half day ,not all, but some.
It's that kind of town since gas lit streets
and chemist shops now turned pharmacies
were open 'til seven selling Zubes,
liquorice sticks, paper cones and Kali.
Quiet talk toasted tea cakes
coffee milk and sugar, laughter
always laughter as shops closed
Wednesday...
and laughter, shops closed
for half day ,not all, but some.
It's that kind of town since gas lit streets
and chemist shops now turned pharmacies
were open 'til seven selling Zubes,
liquorice sticks, paper cones and Kali.
Quiet talk toasted tea cakes
coffee milk and sugar, laughter
always laughter as shops closed
Wednesday...
#inspirational
389 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2019 9:04am
26th Mar 2019 9:04am
Fruitful Spring
Last year the crab trees did not flower
They flower at their will or at nature's calling
,at times, tire their limbs
and take a biennial holiday.
I walked the wood today, swelling buds,
pink beneath the leaves greeted me
We shall have flowers this year!
I hope the bees take note, (I know they will )
pollinate the flowers to glory in the sun,
crab apple jelly this Christmas, butterflies
in July among buzzing bees and hover flies
tumbling green finch and blackbird
Hope's eternal promise ... ...
there will...
They flower at their will or at nature's calling
,at times, tire their limbs
and take a biennial holiday.
I walked the wood today, swelling buds,
pink beneath the leaves greeted me
We shall have flowers this year!
I hope the bees take note, (I know they will )
pollinate the flowers to glory in the sun,
crab apple jelly this Christmas, butterflies
in July among buzzing bees and hover flies
tumbling green finch and blackbird
Hope's eternal promise ... ...
there will...
#spring
450 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2019 9:55am
20th Mar 2019 9:55am
Emmaus
Am I my brother's keeper ?
the answer must be yes
all should ask . . .
all should answer yes.
There is no other way to
seek a world worthwhile.
The journey may be long,
time a little more,
but on the way enjoy the view;
perchance to dream,
ay there's the rub.
Walk the way to Emmaus,
eyes and heart wide open
prepared to stop and wait.
the answer must be yes
all should ask . . .
all should answer yes.
There is no other way to
seek a world worthwhile.
The journey may be long,
time a little more,
but on the way enjoy the view;
perchance to dream,
ay there's the rub.
Walk the way to Emmaus,
eyes and heart wide open
prepared to stop and wait.
#angels
478 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2019 11:04am
19th Mar 2019 11:04am
Interlude
My love is of the wild wood
the wild wild wood and free
gossamer and green her robe
nothing hidden in the folds
resting on her shoulders
tumbling at her feet
dancing on the mossy logs
riding them like centaurs.
Ivory thighs for those in favour.
Hid behind a lotus tree
divest coarse work clothes;
boldly step from out its shade
toward the soft green moss.
She does not stir but waits
takes me on her thigh
and makes us one.
the wild wild wood and free
gossamer and green her robe
nothing hidden in the folds
resting on her shoulders
tumbling at her feet
dancing on the mossy logs
riding them like centaurs.
Ivory thighs for those in favour.
Hid behind a lotus tree
divest coarse work clothes;
boldly step from out its shade
toward the soft green moss.
She does not stir but waits
takes me on her thigh
and makes us one.
#love
570 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2019 1:17pm
13th Mar 2019 1:17pm
Long Mynd
(The Long Mynd is a large high Shropshire moor)
It is wintery on the moor,
birds on turbulent air
from across hills scream
their black presence
chilling moor and heath
March roars a prelude
for gentle April blossoms
When laburnum hedges
stolen from estates
gild twisting lanes and pastures
Long Mynd ponies
wild and free
ignore this scene
shelter beside heather groves
defying winds from Wales and west.
Wheeling ...
It is wintery on the moor,
birds on turbulent air
from across hills scream
their black presence
chilling moor and heath
March roars a prelude
for gentle April blossoms
When laburnum hedges
stolen from estates
gild twisting lanes and pastures
Long Mynd ponies
wild and free
ignore this scene
shelter beside heather groves
defying winds from Wales and west.
Wheeling ...
#winter
581 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2019 2:31pm
12th Mar 2019 2:31pm
Do not pick the flower
Do not pick the flower,
let it fade and
when petals fall ,
fold in books,
soft tissues to capture
waning essence,
memories, past bliss
once to delight when youth.
Then safe in dark recess
let them sleep daylight hours
to wake with you through nights
once crowded with the flower.
Hold the pillow as once your love
perfume fading, surely as it will.
let it fade and
when petals fall ,
fold in books,
soft tissues to capture
waning essence,
memories, past bliss
once to delight when youth.
Then safe in dark recess
let them sleep daylight hours
to wake with you through nights
once crowded with the flower.
Hold the pillow as once your love
perfume fading, surely as it will.
#love
554 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2019 1:12pm
10th Mar 2019 1:12pm
Gold Finch fledglings swing in the wind
Waking to sleet was a surprise
a cup of tea and back to bed
Snow in March not uncommon,
beneath the duvet for another hour
to dream tents and holidays
Now awake, the snow has melted
sun again, pigeons back
and robin too.
Two Goldfinches on niger seed
feed their fill, rest from home building
on swaying branches of the red-wood.
The anniversary clock un-wound
brass orbs still,
.Is it a year since last we took the key?
A year since last we oiled the gears
A year since last It snowed
A year since...
a cup of tea and back to bed
Snow in March not uncommon,
beneath the duvet for another hour
to dream tents and holidays
Now awake, the snow has melted
sun again, pigeons back
and robin too.
Two Goldfinches on niger seed
feed their fill, rest from home building
on swaying branches of the red-wood.
The anniversary clock un-wound
brass orbs still,
.Is it a year since last we took the key?
A year since last we oiled the gears
A year since last It snowed
A year since...
#morning
415 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2019 10:45am
7th Mar 2019 10:45am
Electric bulbs not half a daffodil
I want to write. But what?
Yesterday I walked the woods.
That made writing easy.
One line in seconds.
Now I need to write
But four walls and electric lights
Do not inspire as did the storm.
All is warm and carpet -quiet
Jack black and waiting for his supper
Our bond agreed two years ago.
No walk tonight .
It is cold, snow just round the corner.
Blogs a plenty, make me think
Silent, faceless...
Yesterday I walked the woods.
That made writing easy.
One line in seconds.
Now I need to write
But four walls and electric lights
Do not inspire as did the storm.
All is warm and carpet -quiet
Jack black and waiting for his supper
Our bond agreed two years ago.
No walk tonight .
It is cold, snow just round the corner.
Blogs a plenty, make me think
Silent, faceless...
#TimeHeals
549 reads
4 Comments
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