In the night
they came with their swords
and stole dreams
in the night
buccaneers of my tired mind
left me with nothing.
by Scooj
In the night
they came with their swords
and stole dreams
in the night
buccaneers of my tired mind
left me with nothing.
by Scooj
.
Young and old
gather on the Downs
in the sun
having fun
watching bands from the 80s
nostalgic day trip.
.
by Scooj
In the night
when all is pitch black
they will come
baring teeth
stealing the dreams from children
and wreaking havoc
by Scooj
Table top
covered with new snow
and a leaf
since fallen
reminder of passing time
and lifetime consumed.
by Scooj
Thumping heart
be silent a while
let me breath
I must see
her countenance one last time
before all is lost
by Scooj
Feel the light
intensifying
from here on
for a while
revitalising my soul
and making my day.
by Scooj
As a boy
I went to Star Wars
number four.
Together
with my son, we are going
to see number eight.
by Scooj
Haunting sounds.
Accordion plays
minor tones,
singing soft
with melancholic stanzas;
I hold back the tears.
by Scooj
Winter sails
closer to our shores
glancing blows
so bitter;
there is nothing we can do
but sit tight and wait.
by Scooj
On my own
walking Bristol streets
on tired legs
this cold day
blowing away the cobwebs
shaking off the blues.
by Scooj