Am I a poet and don't know it?
Poetry that probably isn't technically correct
I love writing stuff.... I love writing my blog, emails, work reports, letters, random rants, whatever; I just love writing. I think its my own version of being an artist. I'm a rubbish painter apart from emulsion on the walls and so I use words to express creativity.
To the purist my technical ability probably leaves a lot to be desired but am I bothered? No of course not as to me the very action of putting the words together is enough for me. I don't care it doesn't always rhyme or conform to the perfect stanza. Having said that, a couple of the poems below are written in recognised poetry styles!
So please take a mooch at the this lens and if you like what you read or it bores the pants off you leave me a comment. I appreciate you taking the time to read my stuff.
Ebb and Flow - Tanka
As rivers flow south
Together meeting at sea
Lovers' hearts unite
And joy ebbs and flows forever
Into distant horizon
© Copyright 2005 Jo Galloway. All rights reserved.
Butterfly - Oddquain
Death
Beckons me,
Come hither fingers
Lure me from a patchwork world
But
Intuition knows
Life's tapestry waits,
insists I
live
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So strikes the midnight hour
So strikes the midnight hour
Hungry for the darkest night
To kill and then devour
All that is clear and bright
Hungry for the darkest night
He prowls, silently waits
All that is clear and bright
Destruction he creates
He prowls, silently waits
As night wraps tighter around
Destruction he creates
Without an earthly sound
As night wraps tighter around
To kill and then devour
Without an earthly sound
So strikes the midnight hour
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Porcelain Skin
A poem inspired by seeing the beautiful sculpture of the Ecstacy of St Teresa by Gian Lorenzo Bernini
Aflame with passion, oh angel of fire
in human form you stand
Beautiful at the foot of the bed
Golden spear in your hand
You raise your arm, let your arrow fly
To heaving breast exposed
Penetrated with a tip of iron
My body is transposed
Lost in abandonment, head thrown back
As rapture descends on me
Sweet, intense, pain so extreme
Overwhelmed in ecstasy
Postscript
In recoil and craving I remain
Spiritual consummation within
Cast forever beautiful
In porcelain skin
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Swimmer in a secret sea
He fell into the deep fathomless oceans of her eyes
and there he felt suspended for an eternity.
Lost in tempestuous seas, which pulled him deeper
until suddenly he would find gentle release
in the calm still pools of serenity.
Though his journey unpredictable and his escape obstructed
he was unrestrained in his desire to search
through the storms of summer and night
for reasoning to help him empathise
with the passion of a woman's tears.
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In her head it rains sometimes
In her head it rains sometimes
she wakes deep in the night
the pitter patter of her heart
gives way to rising fright
Although there is nothing there
she feels a presence near
like storm clouds collecting
darkening and austere
Her mind is working overtime
Sprinkled random thought
tornedo flying emotions
nerves are tense and taut
A river of cool salt water
Flows freely from her form
As she tries to make sense of it
And ride the midnight storm
And just as quickly as it came
The tempest quickly dies
As tears roll down her cheeks
She wakes to clear blue skies
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My Immortality
And if the endless consciousness of my soul
shall continue after my death
will I be absorbed into the absolute?
Or shall my Karma cause me to transmigrate
as I am born again but different?
How will the sum of my past deeds be calculated?
What if I am absorbed into an Absolute Mind
will my identity be forever lost
as I float in an astral reservoir?
Light and darkness, pain and pleasure
good and evil, will this be both heaven and hell,
an assimilation of experiences?
But if my immortal soul shall exist in perpetuity
selfless, in a state of pure existence
now is the time to pause and kiss
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The power of insecurity
You fed my insecurities
and starved me of love
you covered me in darkness
until I weakened and became yours
You crushed my heart
as it lay beating before you
you stamped on my soul
until I weakened and became yours
You dominated my thinking
and clouded my judgement
so I changed my perspective
until you weakened and became mine
© Copyright 2003 Jo Galloway. All rights reserved.
Sins of the Father
When naivety and innocence, met with knowledge and power
It was easy, on hindsight, to see how it might end
Her innocent, if alluring smile had concreted his decision
To act.
She smiled and laughed and felt comfortable in his presence
A friendship, with someone she liked and who liked her
Deep in his head he was writing a different story
Planning pain
His strength and suddenness surprised her, took her breath away
An overwhelming panic began to rise as did he
Innocence was about to be curtailed violently
In frenzy
Numbed with shock she gasped, her breath knocked from her
As he held her, forcing himself to explore hidden treasures
That were saved for someone else, his best friend
Her love
She cried out as she felt the thrusting pain whilst he held her neck
Trying to stifle the pleading and crying that might hinder him
It made him stronger gave him an inner rush that drove him
To ecstasy
Like a bullet from a gun, she felt him explode deep inside her
As he lay prostrate across her shattered innocence
She had met the devil and had succumbed to his desires
His sin
Such shame, such powerlessness now contained her
As her life would never be the same again
Ashamed and defiled he had left her a memory
A child
The sins of the father are to be laid upon the child
What burden to bear for such a vulnerable and small soul
To be created from darkness and pain, to be removed
Fom love
And yet love conquers all, even the vilest obstacles in life
From the darkness and sadness from the pain and hurt
The sins of the father became relegated, returned to the devil
Once more
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Tripping
Hallucinogens most extraordinary
have taken me on a journey
beyond my wildest expectations
and experience
A short cut discovered
to transcendental levels
where my mind races headlong
into experience
Kaleidoscopic streams of colour
flow intensly past
time has become lost in
the experience
Aroused perception wavers
I am out of my mind
an ego-alien consciouness
of experience
Controlling my intention
to separate my body and mind
distortions try to panic
wild experience
Journeys to outer reaches
take a hazardous trip
become an acid casualty
statistical experience
Abbreviated trips are available
Cost effective but muted
kodak flashes, no red eye
re-experience
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