Ceridwen Sings

haiku

2009-05-08T15:16:00.001+01:00

silk wrappings
disguising the variants ~
spread your wings

Haiku

2009-05-07T01:30:00.001+01:00

zoom lenses
ensnaring touches of dew -
droplet's toll

JF 06 May 2009

Candle Flickers – A Tantric Meditation

2009-05-05T14:41:00.001+01:00

In her flame, I see ghost-white clouds forming dreams,
illusions of clarity awaiting me
just out of reach as my mind seeks tantric peace;
the candle flickers.

Pools of sugar-coated flowers wash my feet
as I sink slowly beneath peaceful music
to drift in oblivion that is her purity;
the candle flickers.

Sensing mintcream kisses on my open palms,
outstretched fingers caress the dazzling rain's light
lifting my face to the moist embrace of peace;
the candle flickers.

Pictures of ladybugs float past my closed eyes
as the drum ripples across welcoming skin
chanting clarity of inner sight to me;
the candle flickers.

I have become the ghost-white clouds of my dreams,
at one with the sacred Mother, rock of Truth,
the soothing embrace warms the ice of my soul;
the candle flickers.

Elf of the Wand

2009-05-05T14:37:00.001+01:00

The wizard with the ring of fire,
a ring of power they call Narya,
Gandalf's warm of spirit charms, so say I,
no pride as we take arms.

Amid the Hobbit thereupon
he was sure to defeat Sauron
'The Wisest' claimed Elf Cirdan, so say I,
with pride to ye my clan.

Elf of the Wand, Gandalf the Grey,
the last of Istari, it's they
the Quenya who command, and so say I,
he'll die at their demand.

Woe not friend! For Gandalf the White,
will stand beside our clan to fight
the evil hordes these dark days, so say I,
war's cry to victors' way

Aromatic Fields

2009-05-05T14:33:00.001+01:00

Her echoed breaths of comfort are revealed
my lady lavender who soothes my dreams,
in this sweet-aromatic, purple field.

From golden age and royal scented shield,
her mystery beneath her eyes still gleams,
her echoed breaths of comfort are revealed

To lady lavender, my heart I yield,
with piquant oils and heady perfume streams,
in this sweet-aromatic, purple field.

With calming airs, her magic charm appealed,
evocative ideals, my soul redeems,
her echoed breaths of comfort are revealed.

Inhaling beauty, senses gently healed,
relaxing briefly veiled from worldly screams,
in this sweet-aromatic, purple field.

With lady lavender my spirit sealed,
her blesséd peace that comes from love's regimes,
her echoed breaths of comfort are revealed,
in this sweet-aromatic, purple field.

JF 04 May 2009

Stalling Heart

2009-05-05T13:55:00.001+01:00

Recall the melody they played on strings
those sultry strings that echo tangos fall
My fallen heart revealed as lady sings
a song of love at end-of-summer ball
Vibrant ballgowns that rustle dancing rings
Amid the rings of painted beauties stall.
A stalling heart that sees the better things
the sweetest things as love I hear your call.

haiku

2009-05-05T13:44:00.001+01:00

fragrant trails
of peaceful panicles ~
Syringa's bliss

JF 03 May 2009

Inky Streams

2009-05-02T00:31:00.001+01:00

To say the words of thanks to you,
for guiding the pen across the page
and now its you that is our cue
as ink and paper our thoughts engage.

With smiles and words my gratitude,
to Peggy who inspired my dreams
a poet's verse, no attitude,
just thoughts with love and inky streams.

JF 01 May 2009

Moonlit Gypsy

2009-05-02T00:21:00.001+01:00

On moonlit nights she dances here,
her gypsy skirts that swirl with dreams,
my rhythmic dancer of heart's cheer,
entranced by silver starlight beams.

My lute that plays a merry tune,
romance the music, lady dance,
within our hearts, we sing the moon,
the magic love that we entrance.

JF 01 May 2009

Mists of Madness

2009-05-01T11:49:00.001+01:00

Out of my mind in the mists of madness
in violet corsets that hold insanity
will my foolishness ever end?

Strangely mutated in unseasoned rain
as the sexless leeches, invade my thoughts
my rebirth to sanity is in vane.

Sorrowful mud is drying my fingers
as rabid knives pierce my lonely heart
I am aware of the pleasure in pain.

Hesitating in darkness before the light
so many roads invite me to follow
but they all lead to nowhere I need to be.

Her eyes watching as I wander in circles
aimlessly seeking with no yearning desire
to return to the sanctuary of her arms.

JF 01 May 2009

False Embraces

2009-04-30T20:51:00.001+01:00

The floating words no longer shine of gold,
so deep beautiful sounds now lie in fear
as before, you're not the one for me to hold,
and your hands cannot dry a lonely tear.

The pain-filled eyes that once caused so much hurt,
have closed and in our silent fury drowned,
lost in love's sweet dream where we lie inert,
unlit thoughts have ceased to echo through the ground.

In lust we sated our desire's passion,
selfishly forgetting love in our greed,
lying here without truth or compassion,
a night of promise that failed to succeed.

The false embraces that revealed no trust,
as dawn approaches the dreams fade to dust.

JF 30 April 2009

Valley Dreams

2009-04-30T11:47:00.001+01:00

In the green valleys that I wander in,
beside Welsh mountains where I long to be,
kin of mine shall meet with ancestral kin,
freely in the valleys where I am free.

Legend told in verse the way of legend,
kings and princes battled with English kings,
endless dream that portend the daylight's end
sings of love as the heart of beauty sings.

Dreamy thoughts of love can fill my daydream,
courting the eye of one who has me caught,
stream the babbling voices of mountain stream,
sort the first moment when my dreams she sought.

Here in my valleys, a heart's song to hear,
peer into me and in my dreams appear.

Cader Idris

JF 29 April 2009

‘If a man should sleep upon Cader Idris, he shall wake up mad or a poet’ --- Welsh Legend

‘I knew I was mad, now I know why’ --- Jem

No Solutions

2009-04-29T12:15:00.001+01:00

I walk the path of life alone again,
after goodbye, the road seems longer now,
no solutions to questions that say how
a love like ours can die inside my brain.

Last night, last kiss, it meant nothing to me,
your pleas of love embraced an empty soul,
nothing to give but callous thought control ~
my darkened heart has closed, no vacancy.

I walk the path of life awaiting death,
my destiny, there can be no escape
from fate and where faceless shadows take shape
that lead me to the gasps of final breath.

My spirit seeks not wanton sanctuary,
do not think your love could ever hold me.

JF 29 April 2009

The Kaiserin

2009-04-29T00:33:00.001+01:00

Elizabeth of Bavaria by Winterhalter

Bavarian beauty, she reigned as queen,
Sisi her name, had no love for the court,
with grace and beauty she captured a scene,
a free spirit her courtiers couldn't thwart,
as hearts were won, where ever she was seen,
the horse her choice of favoured riding sport,
Sisi became the German Kaiserin.

The youthful bride when history was made,
yet death still came and stole her beloved son,
In Mayerling, the place suicide played.
So dressed in black of mourning, still she shone
as fate lay wait with an assassin's blade,
to pierce her heart under September's sun
the socialite of beauty slipped to shade.

JF 28 April 2009

Haiku

2009-04-29T00:01:00.001+01:00

tranquil echoes
the Ashanti spark illusions -
spirit of tantra

JF 14 April 2009

Sitting on the Staircase

2009-04-27T23:56:00.001+01:00

I'm sitting on the staircase waiting here,
just waiting hoping time will pass by me,
until your key unlocks my heart with cheer.
I'm sat here watching spaces with nowt to see,
and dream that you will come and hold me near,
for with my darling close then I am free,
in love that sings your name I long to hear.

JF 27 April 2009

My Pagan Heart

2009-04-05T17:31:00.001+01:00

Your love my Goddess is divine,

divinty's child, with thee entwine,

Entwined with thee, my Pagan heart

My heart to thee a hallowed shrine

A shrine of faith and love define,

Defined in faith, my Pagan heart.

JF 05 April 2009

Torniquet --- Dark Fantasy

2009-04-01T00:48:00.003+01:00

The stealth winged creeper roams the night,
these missions of death, are acts of trade,
unseen footsteps, the victim's plight,
his twisted death , a score betrayed.

His twisted death, a score betrayed,
a vengeful crime before his time,
my battle cry in spite's crusade
he's left in slime at midnight chime.

He's left in slime at midnight chime,
a trademark wire that braids his neck
a piece of grime not worth the dime
I left my stamp, a warning check.

I left my stamp, a warning check,
the world will know he lived of sin
his life the price, I broke his neck,
I am the silent assassin.

© Jem Farmer 2008, 2009 all rights reserved.

Death of Tears --- Loose Sapphic

2009-03-17T15:22:00.002Z

Death of Tears

Unfettered passions congeal with confusion
each night as in darkness, my mind's journey roams
depths of desire, deviant and untrusting
leaving me despair.

Twisting tourniquets ever-tightening grip
as urges of fantasy relieve torment
in tranquil pools of obsession, life falters
yet intensely grows.

Weeping rivers cast onto downy cushions
meet their demise in sonant voiced billowed plumes
that cosset my fatigued head with caresses
of indulgent dreams.

JF March 16, 2009

Fool's Mate --- Free Verse

2009-03-12T10:22:00.002Z

New York to London,
black squares, white squares
Paris then Munich,
Queen's Knight takes pawn.

Oriental streets offer no distraction,
Girly boys cruising, don't catch my eye, sunshine
No matter the city,
The game is the same.

Angelic pawns sliding closer,
Bishopric gods force distractions,
Focus on pieces, moves I'm making,
Check and mate!

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Before the Dawn

2009-03-10T20:25:00.000Z

The world of stars I see,
Above the Earth each night,
Is where I find my dreams,
Before the dawn’s daylight.

The kiss of dew tastes sweet,
The gift of nature’s rite,
Awake the spites of life,
Before the dawn’s daylight.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Time Forgot

2009-03-10T20:11:00.000Z

As time forgot to let me die,
I'm left to age and wonder why,
the days of youth that came and went
are wasted years, a life misspent!

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Queen of the May --- Stave Stanza

2009-03-10T14:52:00.001Z

She is the queen of starlit nights,
her beauty beyond mortal sights,
one kiss, she will possess my soul,
and dreams of desire she'll cajole,
in merry dance she leads the way,
my queen, and lady of the May.

When seasons call, goddess returns,
to sacred hearts where passions burns,
her song, harmonic cadences,
refreshed by slow Sapphic glances,
summer reborn on hallowed day,
my queen, and lady of the May.

She took my hand and stole my heart,
of this world I'm no longer part,
when blessed lady touched my lip,
the ways of old released their grip,
caught in illusions of freesia spray,
my queen, and lady of the May

JF 10 March 2009

Sweet The Voice

2009-03-10T10:11:00.000Z

I walk the lonely streets of hopeless dreams,
Where love has closed my bitter destiny,
The dwellings echo children's frightened screams,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

Each brick that tells of greed and hatred's rage,
Possessions reasons for reality,
When life is less than wealth, a darkened age,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

To hurt a brother, steal, then kill or maim,
A destined place of cruel insanity,
The tears of mother's hearts, the spoils of fame,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

I walk the lonely streets of hopeless dreams,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

JF 10 March 2009

As Children Sleep

2009-03-06T18:09:00.001Z

A peace descends as children sleep,

when mother sighs, her soul to keep,

The precious times recall the day,

with wine and love, a father's way.

The Henge

2009-03-06T11:09:00.001Z

Chilling winds echo setting sun.
carrying time backwards
temple of peace, focal point,
herders’ lands mingle with grain,
where bronzed traders negotiate.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Wretched Destiny

2009-02-27T00:14:00.002Z

Where shall the love I feel find safe repose,
when darkness falls in crashing blasts of fear,
desire offers no hand of friendship here,
as love is held behind solitude.

Will time ever release the pain of want,
to roam in wasted lands of hatred's greed,
expose the shame to naked flames of rage,
extract each sense so I can safely sigh.

Yet in this light this love of beauty shines,
reflecting rainbow eyes in gems of thought,
as passion courts the worlds of coloured dreams,
express the thoughts of routine days of life.

Like honey nectar found in sweetened peach,
so love conveys bouquets of summer sun,
that warm the coldest chills of winter days,
the ghosts of passion haunt my lonely dreams.

Returned to dusky swaths ere darkness reigns,
these clouds of thunder gather round my heart,
all thoughts of love remain in distant places,
beyond the reach of wretched destiny.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Legerdemain

2009-02-18T02:03:00.000Z

As whispered stories thoughts of wrath condemn,
And peaceful tales repose their minds to sleep,
The magic sparkles like sunlit gem,
Amid the fire's rekindled embers leap.

Retold by night, he brings enchantment's spell,
Serenity, he sings in words arcane,
And carries smiles to lands where fairies dwell,
Where children's tears can cease like dreams of rain.

Legerdemain, reveals the hidden charms,
In clearest mystery he brings light,
To halls of ladies dancing within arms
Of lords to Elfin kings in star lit night.

Oh for the days of youth, a distant time,
When I was free to roam his lands of rune,
The simple ways made life a path sublime,
When his soft words would sing from darkened tune.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Queen's Knyght

2009-02-18T01:42:00.004Z

She,
ruling
sovereign;
royal chaplet
repose upon crowns,
monarch's regal pageant.

Eagle eyes watching, await;
penance, of love's expectant kiss;
from her champion, brave knyght erraunt.

Sire, won her commanding royal favours,
noble lord; obeisances monarch's throne,
wanders lands; on her perilous quest.

Serviced favours, grace regal queen,
honoured noble shows courage,
loyal hope endures pain;
faithful the rapture,
oath acquiesced
bears promise;
sworn to
her.

Author's Notes:

Knyght erraunt - 14th century term for a wandering knight.

Original inspiration: Cervantes used the term knight errant in his novel Don Quixote and more recently Heath Ledger refered to his sire as a knight errant in the movie A Knight's Tale. Those two words stuck in my head.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Paint --- Etheree

2009-02-17T01:33:00.001Z

Brush
on board
beyond sight;
liquid landscapes
lambent images flow.
Drawn contemplations seen;
plucked fresh as daisies in June
mirrored artist's vision and dreams.
Narratives pastel curved line reviewed
painting conceived brainstormed rainbow presence.

Elemental --- Broken Etheree

2009-02-17T01:28:00.001Z

Fire
Air, Earth
Water sprites
combined as one.

Life's true elements
symbolic Pagan thought
folk lore lies within quatern.

Nature's pathways respecting love
Yule on to Samhain, Spring to winter
life's changing circles seen in Celtic wynds.

The King of Goth

2009-02-16T21:00:00.000Z

The Sussex lad, to title and land born,
an alumni, now he stands proudly tall.
In Oxford students pass at future’s dawn,
for some the inspiration was his call.

Provocative, a mighty pen his sword,
expelled for godless view from hallowed hall.
The Baronet poet, friend to a Lord,
the Gothic king’s voice did incite them all.

His Mary worshipped at her husband‘s feet,
she held his heart tight from death’s final flame.
Did they engage in black acts, pagan mete?
A dark and often troubled soul laid claim.

Into the storm set sail, the end foretold,
He died before his talent could unfold.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Sleeping Rose

2009-02-02T18:02:00.006Z

She lies upon ivory sheets,
her body poised in rest's repose,
in dreams she tastes heavenly treats,
the sleeping rose.

Her crimson lips, so soft and moist,
betray the passion within her dreams,
her secret love remains unvoiced,
in sleeping schemes.

Her flawless fancy comes each night,
perfect, the hero found in sleep,
no false debate, just pure delight,
in passions seep.

When morning calls her mind awake,
her smiling eyes cannot disguise,
how love departs with dream's keep sake
and yawning sighs.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Spell Casting

2009-02-02T17:55:00.004Z

I long to cast magic’s spell,
know thee well in autumn’s night.
A wish just for thee, my heart,
cupid’s dart in love’s true light.

A cauldron of potions stew,
witch’s brew, reveal to thee,
and hold my love in thy sight,
Samhain light, for thee and me.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Requiem for Love

2009-02-02T17:50:00.005Z

Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
when promise turned to poisoned curse,
the clouds of pain remain, they never part.
Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
the muse exploited in your greed for art,
remains of kisses that bedeck love's hearse.
Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
when promise turned to poisoned curse,
illusion's romance crafted from the start.
Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
with words you carved in Cupid's tainted dart
and time infused my heart with toxic verse
beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
when promise turned to poisoned curse.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Queen's English

2009-02-02T17:24:00.002Z

I shall try to explain so you will understand
the usage of shall or will in English Grammar.
Both shall and will are auxiliary verbs
predominantly relating to the future.

Shall is used with the preceding nouns I or we;
I shall write a free verse poem and we shall read it;
as the case in point is apt, so to speak.

Now will relates to the nouns you, it, he, she and they;
it will rain tomorrow and he will walk her home;
she will kiss him goodnight and they will live happily ever after.
You will use grammar correctly, if you don't mind.

This is all very well unless one is from the US of A
where all nouns relate to will and shall hardly ever happens,
but as far as correct English as spoken by our Queen
I shall use both as correct in English Grammar.

I conclude with this thought
Shall I submit for your contest or shall I not?
If I do may I suggest a follow up
of how to use would, could and should.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Quatrains of Pain

2009-02-02T17:01:00.006Z

There is a pleasure in poetic pains
that only poets know,
they feel the stresses pulling strains
as words in ink come slow.

Iambic feet to build the lines
in groups of four and three,
the verse, it seems, the pen confines
when writing poetry.

Old William Cowper's short blunt line
that speaks a truth to me,
to sweet torture I shall resign
in verbal craft for thee.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

On Love'sWings

2009-02-02T16:36:00.006Z

Without it, life is a drag
a dishrag of existence.
Care of you, love, just for me,
so that we last the distance.

I know our path lies beyond,
ever bonded, for all time.
Still I want the here and now
in love’s bough, is that a crime?

I have no magic potion,
just emotion, to hold you.
Without you, I am nothing,
on love’s wing, we’ll see it through.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Vernal Senses

2009-02-02T00:59:00.004Z

The first gentle kiss of sunlight,
invites my soul with its dawn ray,
to spend a while with nature's love,
wandering spring's pathways today.

Inhale the freshness after snow,
entwined with sweet floral bouquet,
from clusters of yellow found there,
wandering spring's pathways today.

Savour this first morning of growth,
that brings joy and hope as I pray,
tastes of life released from winter,
wandering spring's pathways today.

Musical serenades return,
as birds call their lovers to play,
among the budding leaves I see
wandering spring's pathways today.

Visions of sunshine saffron clouds,
cheeky daffodils wave my way,
my companions as I walk in thought,
wandering spring's pathways today.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Mostly Harmless

2009-01-31T13:17:00.003Z

The hapless, tea-drinking moppet from Earth
Hadn’t a clue he was just a glitch of software
The science of white mice decried his birth
As the Vogon’s blast left him threadbare
Save for the friend by the name of Ford
Who gave him a towel for the trip to space
Tortured by Vogon poetry, no art of word
Here is a sample, translated at Babel fish’s place,

“See, see the scary sky
Marvel at its big pink depths.
Tell me, Larry Burns do you
Wonder why the sloth ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel snumblefaced.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your grumplingshinks facial growth
That looks like
A yoghurt.
What's more, it knows
Your caustic potting shed
Smells of old custard.
Everything under the big scary sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You don’t even charm old socks”

After that the dear fish died, no surprise,
And the tea-drinker and Ford were out with the trash
By odds so improbable its impossible to surmise
Zaphod caught the guys on the back lash.
Adventures were made and the Earth’s reason found
A computer its said to work out the question, just one
The meaning of life, the universe and everything is sound
The answer is 42 but what was the problem to be done

It’s bothered me since the radio days
When that psychotic robot started gripping
A manic depressive with miserable ways
I’m there on my bed thinking I’m tripping
There must be answers but mother called me for tea
With a frown and a moan I have to switch off
With wishes for a knack for Vogon poetry
Dedicated as is their way to mother… cough, cough

Now I think I have solved it at last, I’m free
At 42, the question must quite simply be me.

Nuff said!!!
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Just Three Words

2009-01-31T13:12:00.006Z

Three little words I found too hard to say,
I was wrong and withheld a simple truth,
Afraid to see rejection in your eyes,
Without poetics and eloquent words,
I saw your pain and bitterly regret,
I failed to say 'I love you'; I'm sorry.

For all the times I made you cry; sorry,
'I don't want to hurt you,' I hear me say,
Yet now I live with remorse and regret,
My rage hurt the one I love, that's the truth,
Engaged in battles of burning cruel words,
I'd die when your heart broke within your eyes.

The love once mine shone from those moonlight eyes,
All lost to time and I'm left with sorry,
To memories of my own poison words,
The things a girl should never hear or say,
If only you could see what is still truth,
Instead I face never ending regret.

From bitter envy to seas of regret,
Fed by tears that wept from your dying eyes,
I killed the love you gave me for my truth,
I never grasped the strength to be sorry,
Nor spoke the love you wanted me to say,
If only I could have found precious words.

'I love you' three beautiful little words,
I never told you, my only regret,
Too scared of things you might want me to say,
Afraid of the passion beneath your eyes,
Oh god baby do you know I'm sorry,
I was not able to face my heart's truth.

My fear to embrace love and not its truth,
I held back on sharing those heartfelt words,
My life too long to keep saying sorry,
I live drowning slowly in my regret,
I should have looked deep into your blue eyes,
'I love you, Gab' is all I had to say.

My love came with truth consoling regret,
So precious can words be when said with eyes,
I remain sorry I just couldn't say.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

It's Lilac if you Please

2009-01-31T12:54:00.007Z

I've never seen a human bean
I worry why they don't see;
They assure you, I'm never seen,
Even glasses can't find me.

They ponder over purple cows
a variant of nature
whose beauty smiles, as she allows
my lilac hide a future.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Integral Identity

2009-01-31T12:51:00.004Z

I am found in all the worst places,
where angels fear to tread,
I'm denied for the saving of faces,
yet without me love lies dead.

Find me interred by conspiracy,
covered with fading patchwork lies,
disguised by laughing codes of piracy,
so often found in tortured lethargic cries.

Beguiled by confusion and ken,
I am the solution to deception,
the path to consolation and Zen,
a new born hope at conception.

I am basic and upstanding,
a strong integrity in entity,
I am open and commanding,
I have only honesty as identity.

I am truth.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

In Dreams

2009-01-31T12:48:00.007Z

In dreams I wander close to you,
Through life our souls unite as one
In lunar light and morning dew
In dreams I wander close to you,
With wine and song, our love stands true
The boughs of oak give shade from sun
In dreams I wander close to you,
Through life our souls unite as one
Cascades of tender thoughts ensue
In dreams I wander close to you,
As love, that brings life fresh and new
Unions trust never undone
In dreams I wander close to you,
Through life our souls unite as one
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

End of Twilight

2009-01-31T12:42:00.008Z

Beyond the horizon the sun lies fallen
and stars have yet to show in glorious light;
The night's darkest hour has come with hidden sighs
of silent vampires.

The scent of flesh stalks the land with evil minds;
malign intentions hunting innocent blood
The living dead of noble descent feeding
on a virgin's vein.

Demonic caress leaves a sorrowful soul;
to mourn a passing dream of desire's touch;
Unholy spirit with a satanic heart;
Incubi by name.

Ever youthful, immortal with godless smiles,
bring ceaseless nightmares with a cold deathly touch
Resides in everlasting Cimmerian realm;
at End of Twilight.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Haunting Echoes

2009-01-30T15:11:00.006Z

Sappho wrote her poetic metered stanza,
Lyrics penned for cantillate voices reeling,
Flowing songs from long ago haunting echoes.
Drifting from Greek Isle.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Gift of a Book

2009-01-30T15:04:00.009Z

I learned to read with Pooh and Piglet tales,
And hummed their hums of tiddley pom and snow.
I hunted Heffalumps with Tig and Roo,
And played with sticks in Hundred Acre Wood.

From childish games I found a mystic world,
In realms of fantasy reside my dreams,
Where fairies dance and magic gently calls,
The trolls oft roam beneath the sepia skies.

My mind is dun with crime and murder yarns,
A vampire's kiss to find a love's embrace,
Erotic tension cast in darkened hues,
My pleasures found inside a paperback.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Gabrielle

2009-01-30T14:41:00.004Z

The turning hands on clocks will never heal,
my soul lies scarred and bleeding without you.
I feel you here and tears now blur my view,
my heart is lost the visions are too real.
A love so brief gave reason I should be,
and death that dreadful lie tore it away
My sun has set there'll be no other day
but in this moonlit dance we can be free.
Defying fate to drop the veil of night,
too soon to leave this life of hate and fear
I need you, darling once more hold me near,
and fill my life with love's anointing light.
I wait alone in this, my living hell
for you, my love, my darling Gabrielle.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

From Muse to Id

2009-01-30T14:38:00.005Z

That dark lady I call my muse,
Angel of art inside my head.
My tears are shed as she sings blues,
That dark lady I call my muse.
Colours scheming in vibrant hues,
each time I lay there in my bed.
That dark lady I call my muse,
Angel of art inside my head.
Ideas float with static clues,
That dark lady I call my muse,
She brings them forth in words to use
In pictures tonal views are read.
That dark lady I call my muse,
Angel of art inside my head.

She holds me tight in vice-like grip,
yet tender is her sultry touch.
In thought, imagination’s trip
She holds me tight in vice like grip,
from her chalice I gently sip,
at first it all seems double Dutch
She holds me tight in vice-like grip,
yet tender is her sultry touch.
As words and art meet my pen tip
She holds me tight in vice-like grip,
she guides the words that form on lip,
the ink on paper now my crutch
She holds me tight in vice-like grip,
yet tender is her sultry touch.

That dark lady I call my muse,
She holds me tight in vice-like grip,
Eases the way that I confuse,
That dark lady I call my muse.
Images once lost, now diffuse
and on paper they swiftly slip
That dark lady I call my muse,
She holds me tight in vice-like grip,
no longer words can I excuse,
That dark lady I call my muse,
As I dwell in fantasies views
I see I’m now her fingertip,
The dark lady I called my muse,
I hold me tight in vice-like grip.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Basic Instinct I and II

2009-01-30T14:33:00.014Z

Air:
inhale;
exhale; breathe.
Pulse: living beat,
pump oxygen's breath;
circulate; energize.
Blood: red; protecting; caring;
veins searching through body's highways.
Existence persists through atmosphere.
Breathe: inhale; exhale; poisoned, polluted air.

Air:
draw in;
gasping breath;.
Pulsing heartbeat;
refreshing blood flows;
viscous vibrant streaming;
plasma's protective nurture;
veins coursing our human highways,
extant persistence through atmosphere.
Respire; gasps of defiled, befouled stained air.

A Poet's Utensil

2009-01-30T14:04:00.006Z

There once was a young man called Peter
Who wrote lines in poetic meter
His sonnet a story
That should have been gory
But turned out much nicer and sweeter

Inspired by the poets we follow
Whose meanings were sharp never hollow
But we are still yearning
For rhymes that we're learning
And therefore our verse seems to wallow

Next time you are sat with your pencil
remember it's Peter's old stencil
for lines that are flowing
and leave us all glowing
A form is a poet's utensil
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Eternal Bough

2009-01-26T12:38:00.000Z

My love with softened voice so sweetly sings,
where flowers delicately bow and weep,
upon a floating cloud in beauty sleep,
without a care for life's temporal things.
Inspiring whispers trail supernal wings,
across the barren white thoughts gently creep,
to passions only love's dear heart can keep,
to bind two lives with golden wedding rings.
No joy compares to solemn marriage vow,
amity's torch will burn with growing flame,
along conjugal paths of lover's bliss,
that bring a promise of eternal bough,
betrothal seen delight in love proclaim,
and go to times when hearts will reminisce.

Dactyllic Nightmare

2009-01-25T01:19:00.000Z

Horrible Harrible
Harriet Simpleton
terrifies poets with
portraits of meter

Innocent writers are
beaten to see that the
hexasyllabical
words are much neater

Chains of Goodbye

2009-01-25T01:16:00.000Z

Where love remains encased you'll find my heart,
Deny the sun as false delight and zeal,
In fondness crushed my love in stakes of art,
To leave my soul in vapours of torment,
Beyond the dream's enchantment they conceal,
The pain of passion lost without consent.

In darkest corners hidden from her view,
Consort to grief my broken heart will be,
Whilst dancing feet revolve love lies taboo,
Each spasm chafes a chastened heart to cry,
My tears that wash a sweet affair's debris,
The strength to break the chains of her goodbye.

Where love remains encased you'll find my heart,
In darkest corners hidden from her view.

Dactyllic Tetrameter

2009-01-25T01:12:00.000Z

Brilliant skies of surrealistic winter days,
Shades of grey lacking in cheer or delighting ways,
Mingle with vivid sighs, spring is arriving soon,
Icy the winds that recall the white snows of dune.

Children relay the intrigue of her mystery,
Seasons reclaim this awakening history,
Looking forward to rebirth of our Mother Earth,
Colour again will bedeck her ichorous girth.

Nature entices the eyes with exquisite dreams,
Winter white winds of elusive elation seems,
Out of our reach through belief in the living times,
Quickens consoling memories of springs eloquent and sublime.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Cold Tranquility Descends

2009-01-25T01:07:00.000Z

On winter's nights, so calm, so still,
the Goddess starts to sing,
a voice of warmth against the chill,
that touches mortal wing,
a moon lit beacon, over hill
and valley peace She'll bring.

This tranquil spot amid the stone,
the words of Ancient's call,
on moment passed from maid to crone,
where boulders remain tall,
and blighted frost inspires the tone,
embraced within prayer shawl.

My Goddess sits in skies serene,
amid the night's star light,
ponder Her gaze upon the scene,
Her love where hearts unite,
the gift of peace from heaven's Queen,
as souls on Earth delight.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Eye of She

2008-12-26T16:53:00.000Z

The eye of she that looks at me,
with lips that never smile.
From her disdain I’m never free,
not even for a while.

The work I do is never right,
I fail to meet her mark.
Her critique sets my endless fight,
To hear one kind remark.

Ideals so far beyond my reach,
of distant goals I dream.
The words that echo poet’s speech,
are cursed by scornful scream.

Yet satire’s bane shall not defeat,
my pen will write my plea,
this critique’s hex will not retreat,
whilst eye of she is me.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Dare to Dream

2008-12-26T16:47:00.000Z

She left me standing here without a chance,
alone, no light to see within this place.
Yet still, I dream beyond this night's disgrace,
no words of love to guide my heart's romance.

I long to hear her voice caress my ears;
she is the blood that surges through my veins;
my love complete, in faith and trust remains,
to feel her touch embrace my lonely tears.

If dreams could bring my Lady from her flight,
to set me free from fear and torment's rage,
and share her wisdom in unearthly sage,
inside my heart she dwells in purest light.

Towards that hour I toil and dare to dream,
of days beyond this place in Lileth's beam.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Archeological Walk on the Beach

2008-12-26T16:44:00.000Z

They mark the ascent of Man
foot steps under Formby sands
hidden prehistoric paths
where ancestors walked
in fleeting glimpses of ancient time.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Journey to Art

2008-12-14T12:17:00.000Z

They say she was born with it,
as colours fit on the boards.
The practice of many years,
hiding tears, with no rewards.

So many leave empty quills,
to pay the bills - forget art.
And those brave few who remain
face disdain, ’til they depart.

Brushes and pens leave their tracks
chalk and wax, subtle effects.
All these skills need to be learned,
talent earned, still with defects.

Picture that hangs on the wall,
she gave her all to create.
Glory at last she can claim,
speak her name in art’s debate.

Behind each success hides years,
endless fears, no peace of mind.
Her legacy is her art,
from the heart, she left behind.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Iambic Meter Assignment

2008-12-14T12:10:00.000Z

The rhyme is in iambic feet,
It’s left my pen alone in defeat.
As words that come and go today
I’m practising to write this way
Then write some more to ease my pain
Then edit it and write again
The guys I read from long ago
The pulse of words, some fast, some slow,
Thus poems flow with rhythmic beat
With rhymes that form iambic feet

I sit with pen in hand, but have no ink
No time or space to dream as pictures sink
Beyond the art my eyes no longer see
As words entwine in random form for me
Arrange in lines to build a structured verse
Poetic joys I often find a curse
But words like rivers have to ebb and flow
And dance in thoughts and dreams with cosmic glow
A new art form to learn as I turn grey
The Painting Poet’s here to write her way

Ernie the Other Half a Bee

2008-12-05T16:23:00.002Z

Half of me, co-incidentally,
As has been said, Eric be,
This half of bee must surely be,
acutely, the half bee that is me.

They forgot me, can you not see,
That Eric Bee was half of me,
They said this Bee was not a bee
And blamed it on an injury!

Sing it...

ABCDEFG
Ernie the half a bee
One, two, three... la dee dee
Ernie the half a bee

It's that cursed semi-bee
No chance he recalls me
As he dozes upon your knee
Damn that Eric, the half-a-bee

Ho, ho, ho, and he he he
Ernie the half a bee
Twiddly dum, fiddler's three
Ernie the half a bee

I loved the hive, 'til he broke free
Split in two, bi-sexually
That summer's day when he loved me
Wholly carnally.

He loved me carnally
I was his lady bee
The End

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Crimson Clouds

2008-12-05T16:13:00.003Z

He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.
The days of war a human shield,
He stands alone in Europe’s field.
Alone in trenches men concealed,
So few remain who knew war’s schemes,
He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.
The distant cannons never yield
He stands alone in Europe’s field.
No peace can cure wounds never healed
No answers to his nightly screams.
He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Athena

2008-11-13T10:57:00.000Z

Kestrel

2008-11-13T10:55:00.000Z

Daisy

2008-11-11T23:09:00.001Z

Spark the Flame

2008-11-09T13:51:00.001Z

Each lesson learned is one small spark
that sets the mark of our flame,
Now our knowledge we should share,
with no care for love or fame.

Skills that die with their master
are forever lost to all,
one passed to another’s hand
to be candid, will remain.

Let your fire of wisdom shine
as those in line want to learn
and your light will always glow
above, below, the flames burn.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Shades of Autumn

2008-11-09T13:46:00.001Z

As autumn brings vibrant shades
the sun fades towards year’s end.
Trees of green now golden red,
their leaves shed and colours blend.

Nature’s brightest palette forms
in wind and storms over land,
inspired art in paint and ink
as minds think with fall at hand.

Bonfires and feasting begin,
err snowflakes spin the world white.
The end of one leads to new,
in winter’s view, land so bright.

We watch in awe and wonder,
hear the thunder, lightning bolt.
Yet feel delight of seasons
year’s reasons do not revolt.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Twenty One?

2008-11-01T10:38:00.001Z

Twenty One?

2008-10-30T13:24:00.001Z

Fireworks brighten the night sky,
reason why? To honour you.
I believe that to be so,
my nan’s show, surely it’s true.

Simply the best should be yours,
without pause for thought or chance.
My nan is special, no doubt,
so I’ll shout aloud or dance.

On paper and ink in quill
a poem will say with style
my wish of happy birthday
with word play to bring a smile.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Ravaged Ice

2008-10-30T13:22:00.001Z

In winter’s claws, all is white
from frost’s bite and the snow.
Set the fire, love, in the hearth,
warm the bath, and feel love’s glow.

Toast me crumpets on the grate,
my hunger sate, watching dreams.
In the flames my thoughts of love
drift above to our loft’s beams.

Damask quilt that keeps us warm,
fingers trace form in lust’s vice.
Your passion melts my cold heart.
My love’s art has ravaged ice.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Ever Turning Circle

2008-10-30T13:13:00.002Z

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Fire and Pride

2008-10-28T14:06:00.000Z

Fiercely won in humility,
Independence of conceptual thought,
Remains the writer’s ambition
Evoked by words drifting to line and verse.

Ambiguous acts of governments
Nurtured contempt and fear of the quill
Demands for freedom lie silenced.

Personal battles fought with the pen
Rights wrestled from censors,
Inventive imaginations born in free creativity
Deviant poets voices will be heard
Evolving in openness to reveal artistic flow

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Coconut Bay

2008-10-28T14:01:00.002Z

In sweetened shreds that hint of Shangri-La
I see the sky entice the naughty sea
and endless beaches acting so bourgeois,
as Coconut Bay wakes a mind that’s free.

Moist tender flesh is ensnared in darkness
bittersweet taste that melts hot on the tongue
sending senses swirling and I confess
passion for tropical heat all along.

She takes me from cold England’s wind and rain
in embraces where each moment is bliss,
in this paradise, she eases my pain,
O loving caress of Bounty’s sweet kiss.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Death Before Dying

2008-10-24T14:55:00.000+01:00

As years swept past, old age arrived,
the grey replaced his jet-black hair.
His eyes of blue need lens to see
An aid in ear is placed with care.
The fatigue of time has no relief
the once vibrant mind is dull.
A stick of ebony helps him walk
the physical grief has taken its toll.
Why can’t he remember me?
He sees me and sees my mother.
his wife who passed so long ago,
each visit is slowly killing me
I want my dad, not his shadow.
I grieve for man he once was
as he knows nothing of me.
In his memory, he is still young,
a soldier fresh from war,
my mother by his side in white,
he’s lost to memory now
as he slips further she holds him closer
his bride wants him with her to stay.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Coming Alive

2008-10-24T14:52:00.000+01:00

You breathe the life into my soul
one kiss I claim
to make me whole
in lover's flame.

My heart returned to love you so
with passion's ways
to make me glow
and seize the days.

Repaired the heart of broken toy
a simple gift
no longer coy
my darkness lift

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Citidel of Chaos

2008-10-24T14:41:00.000+01:00

Mayhem
Reigns above hills,
Behind city walls lies
Fortified dreams in chaotic
Order.

Languish
In confusion
Of emperor’s torment
Levy madness, out of control
Refrains.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Shadows of Percy Bysshe

2008-10-16T19:20:00.000+01:00

Sadness explodes with my breathing
and the tears flow with lonely words.
The images of love are leaving
like the flight of the birds.
Is anything in life so naive
as this life lost in lover’s lore?
The heart broken with no reprieve,
yet still I love you more

As the heavens embrace the earth
and forests that stand proud and tall,
the blossoms bring my soul no mirth
when you can’t stop my fall.
As sunlight kisses morning dew
and lunar light embraces night,
where is the love between us two
if not within our sight?

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Love In the Ink

2008-10-16T19:06:00.001+01:00

Tattooist leave your mark beneath my skin
In ink, you trail your art of love to me.
Deep colours echo affection within
Hypnotic gun is buzzing like a bee.
My trust in art as pain releases the rush
A vibrant muse we lovers share for life
The hues of passion comes in artist’s flush
Your palettes of inks, the needles are your knife.
Tattooist pierce my skin, a love combined
Revel in beauty, lover, share the tales
Portray the magic twist within your mind
And find desire leaving shallow ink trails
Your ink in skin, your heart still holds my sky
Where clouds of dreams will dance as we fly.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Diamantes

2008-10-16T19:02:00.000+01:00

Mystery
Cryptic, secret
Misleading, confusing, eluding
Hoodwink, confound; bamboozle, perplex
Puzzling, mystifying, posing
Inexplicable, veiling
enigma

Lies
hateful, scandalous
faking, deceiving, hiding
falsify, corrupt; reveal, declare
opening, trusting, accepting
dependable, reliable
truth

Cajun Lady Blues

2008-10-16T18:58:00.000+01:00

Release your voice dear saxophone,
Caress my soul with fingers of jazz.
Openness slurs on a trombone
In soft tones of shiraz.

New Orleans lady sing your song,
awaken rhythmic pulse in me.
Take me to places I belong
Entranced in music‘s spree.

Recall the days of Cajun bliss
of nights entwined with rifting slips.
The blues that played to love’s first kiss,
intense desire on lips

As bells proclaimed millennia
a passion burned in velvet hues.
In streets the crowds enticed mania
As lady sang me blues.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

AWAD: Paragoge

2008-10-16T18:54:00.002+01:00

The lines that rhyme in poetry
are male and female like you and me.
To add a sound to feminize the end
a paragoge is the poet’s friend.

noun: The addition of a letter or syllable at the end of a word, either through natural development or to add emphasis. For example, height-th for height.

Pronunciation: par-uh-GO-jee

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

A.W.A.D.: Semasiology

2008-10-16T18:43:00.002+01:00

Pronunciation: si-may-see-OL-uh-jee

Noun: The study of meanings in a language, especially the study of semantic change.

An -ology it must be medical
like in physiology and psychology.
Not in the case of changing word places
for that is the study called semasiology.

So next time dear poet you change things around
to fit the line the way it you want.
Its not meaningless twaddle, what ever the critics say
just look up and with respect chant

It’s semasiology!!!

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Alice's Wonderland

2008-10-16T18:41:00.001+01:00

Sweet Alice she follows the white rabbit
whilst tripping through looking glass walkways
Not a sister but trapped in a habit
she is a lassie of the nightly days.

The queen of seduction plays with your heart
then chases the bunny to reach her high.
Innocent stories of a tasty tart
now reveal the dance in cocaine’s sky.

Visions of LSD play with the mind,
light sparkles into the mirage’s glow.
A trip of soul recreation in kind
entranced entrapped, she has no where to go.

Drink me, her mind succumbs to illusion
swallowed like a glass of purest water
Eat me, she finds the endless confusion
addiction’s victim of modern slaughter.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Boaters and School Ties (Shadow of Marie Marshall)

2008-10-16T18:31:00.003+01:00

I meet the youth of maiden ways
and weep an aging tear.
The city lights and rushing days
in white and amber gear,
The whitewash walls meet Itchen shore
as cargo waits its ship,
in dreams of teens for love and more
my journal's ink lets slip.

The time has gone to denim skies
to see a wizened crone
as docks, silenced in grief's demise
the planes above now drone.
Where is the boater dressed in blue
that trailed common ground?
I bid farewell to things I knew
No tears it’s time I’m found.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Original poem: I see my childish yesterdays

Peaceful Poverty

2008-09-21T10:32:00.000+01:00

Walking the streets of this city at night
Cast your eyes to the reality, the plight.
In dark corners, sleeping under boxes,
Lies and old man living wild like foxes.

Trapped in the terrifying honesty
Just left in the world with no amnesty.
His working life as someone's property
Now we look on at peaceful poverty.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Arcane Blue

2008-09-21T10:30:00.000+01:00

I dream in arcane blue
As stars, begin to shine
In sleep, I feel your love
As hearts, entwine in grace
I touch the night above.

I dream in arcane blue
Of days that fled the moon
In hope that I will find
The one to stand my side
And walk the same long wynd.

I dream in arcane blue
Then skip to clouds on high
Embrace the lights that shine
Within the pulse of night
And know my hand is thine.

I dream in arcane blue
Oh Goddess queen of all
Thy love has made me one
A torch upon my path
A life now free and done.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Truth

2008-09-21T10:20:00.000+01:00

Truth is purity.
Truth feels like a soft downy feather.
Truth smells of citric fruit on a warm day.
Truth looks like a baby.

Truth sounds like a breeze in the trees.
Truth tastes like polo mints.
Truth is the mother of trust.
Truth keeps the heart clean.

Truth sleeps with the angels.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Waves of Tides

2008-09-17T10:38:00.000+01:00

The marine world. A place beyond Man's eye
When life was free from Man's destructive way.
The waves of tides marked time with a soft sigh
In peace as oceans smiled, a perfect day.

The invasions came and seas were abused
A dumping ground for Man's poisonous hand.
Now oceans are dying, discarded and used
Joining the acrid existence of wasteland.

All life is transient, drifting towards death,
A journey to a place hidden from sight,
But without clean air there can be no breath,
No clarity as darkness consumes light.

As the seas demise and trees suffocate
The world lies murdered with no advocate.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Angel Of Death

2008-09-17T10:35:00.001+01:00

She waits in shadows on edges of life
Her scythe to gather souls at rest beside.
Angel of death, how we resist her knife.
Yet 'tis her hand which guides our spirit ride.

The whispers silent, darkened wings take flight
A revelation's peace now found in fear.
She leads the spirit out of blinding sight
Where songs are sung that ears will never hear.

Upon the naked fields where spirits still lie
The wisdom of Ancients passed among the stone.
She waits, we wander blindly passing by
She knows one day we will see and atone.

We mortals are nothing but dust on Earth,
Life is a mere flash in the breath of time.
A spark amid a burning flame since birth,
She knows with grace our fires will seek to glow.

In triumph she sails to glorious lands
As breaths of freedom release the tired soul,
And once we meet the Elysium sands
The time of flight as the spirit comes whole.

Blessed Be!

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

One Tree, Four Seasons

2008-09-17T10:33:00.001+01:00

I. Spring

First tender embrace brings warmth;
vernal caresses that brought souls from death;
undeveloped fountains of fertility
attire my unkempt, naked limbs;
sweet hearted blossoms,
subtle; delicate; light;
once more, I feel life.

II. Summer

Initial enticing touches turn in heated lust;
in you growth and fulfilment flourish,
nectar brings emergence of procreation;
petals fall, fruits of love grow;
dark, heavy, branches giving shade,
hunger; thirst; dreams;
entwined long hazy days.

III. Autumn

Cooling breezes coat vibrant hues;
yielding mature and mellow seed,
garlands red and gold shimmer
rays fading to night;
warm embrace releasing me;
falling tears scattered on ground
chills beckon with sleep.

IV. Winter

Bare naked alone wild limbs dance,
frosted gales the rhythm;
bleak white blankets cover land,
boughs heavy lay broken;
yet dancing hopeful to feel one touch,
brief non-existent carom;
waiting for your return.

Love and passion over four seasons
Between tree of spirit and Sun king.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Exposed Senses

2008-09-17T10:30:00.000+01:00

She wept as a bride sat on the edge of winds,
her senses raw to emotional dreams.
Her mouth quenched by bitter tragedy,
the sweetness of lemons would have kinder taste.
Her eyes see clearly the blurring figures,
illusions of reality quest in her mind.
The scent clouds of burning ice and fire,
tremble as she inhales in sobs of hunger.
Her fingers grip in futility of a gesture
grasping the strands of the nothing that remains.
The anguished screams making music in her ears
melodious cries formed in the heaving light.
Pubescent energies foretell of the will to be
in a world of contradiction and strife.
Entrapped by the senses and deprivation
a web of perception in fantasy's realm.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Dreams of Summer Love

2008-09-17T10:28:00.000+01:00

From airport to hotel and beach,
Come thoughts of holiday romance.
Eyes meet and drink as fingers teach,
Amidst the dreams of summer love.

The passion intense, the feelings real,
Two hearts in union, sipping wine.
Sun tanning days, lust moments steal,
Amidst the dreams of summer love.

Two weeks go fast, back on the plane,
Undying love declared goodbye.
Promises of letters in vain,
Amidst the dreams of summer love.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Ballad of Sir Jeff

2008-09-07T14:09:00.002+01:00

Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.

The shining waistcoats your defence
They come and lay the curse.
They write while questing for suspense
The dragons of free verse.

Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.

So gather shields of metered rhyme
Be firm with iamb feet.
Release spondaic darts in time
To save the poet's seat.

Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.

The fiery breath of random word
Descends the walls of verse
And cause the sonnet, now absurd,
To flow a little terse.

Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.

Sir Jeff, is he legend or myth?
From iambic wizards
He used his magic poet gift
As flow defeated lizards.

Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.

And when he sleeps in mermaid dreams
Inside dark fantasy.
The rhyme and rhythm are the seams
And words of ecstasy

Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.

The quest is done time for PG
And scones with cream and jam.
A mug of brew his cup of tea
And his feet are iamb.

Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.

Aftermath

2008-09-07T14:06:00.001+01:00

After the war lands list lifeless and grey
The men return like melodic zombies.
Battle weary and beaten like dulled clay
All victims of conflicts between the Tshombes.

The women have no hope in their soulless eyes
Devoid of emotion, no will to care.
The cruel loyalty of endless sighs
As loved ones fail to appear, none will share.

A child in confusion is war's toll.
Father slain by a bullet, left to die.
Mother raped by grief, it's taken her soul.
Such anger breeds inside, the next war cry.

When will the lessons of peace be given
As anger for vengeance remains in mind.
The rage for war is endlessly driven.
Are we destined to remain always blind.

Tshombe: Tribal chief

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Avalon Calls

2008-09-04T13:57:00.000+01:00

I gazed in awe upon the azure skies
And watched the worlds above align for me
The spirits wove on Earth where darkness lies
The threads of nature into tapestry

An ancient king surveys the hillside view
He guards the gate of hallowed temple ground
As magic joins with life in arcane blue
The keys to Avalon fall without sound.

As dreams subside and I awake mid stone
And hear the words each says to set me free
A message from the gods for man "atone"
The stones speak in their ancient tongue to me

I feel the flames of sin in pain of burns
Then peace as Avalon at last returns.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

What is an Image?

2008-08-26T17:48:00.000+01:00

A moment of emotional instances of time
As complex or as simple as a brief thought.
Abstracts caught by poets making a rhyme
With a pen just as they were taught.
Surreal nature trapped by colour in paint
From artists who see with their inner eyes.
Photographs of the mind, intense or feint
They stay as a reminder as time flies.
Hold the moments that make those brief images
For when you take trips on past pilgrimages.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Rebirth

2008-08-26T17:46:00.002+01:00

In spring the birds will wait for love to come
As rays of sun like golden fingers pluck and strum
The strings of nature's new guitar of life
And daffodils that sing in wakerife
To spring creating lazy hues
The shades of yellow winter's dues
Like washes fresh and new
From brush on canvas slew
The spring that nods
The art of gods
On Earth
Rebirth

wakerife – Scots origin meaning wakeful

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Hell's Kitchen

2008-08-26T17:44:00.000+01:00

In the kitchens of hell the oven hid,
Trembling with fear from the glowing furnace.
Anger and rage were brewing under war's lid
A storm stewing in the depths of darkness.

Sins so deadly combine inside the fire,
Avarice and envy sparing in flame.
Lust in confusion of a love's desire
Fingers pointing with no-one left to blame.

Over-indulgence pitted with hunger
Whilst fools laze in the comfort of false pride.
A world of vice left to the fear monger
And those with no care along for the ride.

Look beneath with thought pry under hell's lid
And see for your eyes why the oven hid.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Calling

2008-08-25T10:50:00.001+01:00

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

From spirits surging through her core
Mother Earth made her call.
A gift of love revealed in lore
Of Ancients standing tall.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

I found the true goddess of light
As I sought my answer.
Deep within the darkest night
Saw the silver dancer.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

A vision to my eyes so blind
Led to the Pagan path.
Away from the past, a new wynd
To a place at her hearth.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.