MY NON AIRSHIP RELATED POETRY
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DARKNESS RISES Darkness falls over earths blue sky Warnings from mans nuclear child The darkness rises From reactors cores that breech Sending the darkness in To mans soul at sleep This Nuclear fear That man has created See’s no sign of abating So worried look on the common man Looking for reassurance for a scientific land They say its safe But is it so When earth moves and water shows How quickly science crumbles and fails Swept away by natures flails Leaving plants in disarray Spewing radiation every day This nuclear child’s temper is rising Fear behind mans controlling liaison It must work Control the beast Before sets forth and reaps its Nuclear feast. A Poem by T Monk. |
FREEDOM LANE
I feel myself go Down dreamlands cloud like lane Dreaming in the sunlight Making hours pass the day Feeling free In mind and heart Flying with the wind Air does clean my soul And sunlight warms my skin A feeling of freedom prevails me It is what makes us who we are For man with no freedom Is like an animal with a caged soul So the lane I walk With light heart and cheery smile For the feeling of freedom Will make you go and fight that extra mile. A Poem by T Monk |
For Japan we weep.
From the safety of my home I watch Scenes of natures horror Engulfing coast with horrific vigor Ripping lives apart The oncoming sea A wave 35 ft of terror Relentless in its forward march Removing mans mark from the world Leaving dark brown nothingness And the lives of many in tatters Destruction continues after its passing Stations on coastlines in disarray Meltdown a risk A danger many say A tragedy 3 fold continues From trembling earth To seas might And then onto man’s nuclear plight Our thoughts are with you Japan we weep For your lost ones This terrible week. A poem by T Monk. |
Morning has started. sun rise comes shadows fall once more over English fields as sheep graze the morning starts life returns from night-times grasp people wake and coffee is on time for work as sleep rubbed from eyes sleepiness is overcome the day has started it has begun. A poem by T Monk |
The Plum
if you work in an office then you must have an office plum quite how he got his well paid job is a mystery for some for he is quite thickle his as sharp as a tea spoon and if you make conversation you know it will be over soon he looks at you quite thoughtfully did he understand? or did he just remember that his dinners round his grans so to the office plum i salute you for it takes skills that i don't have to be a convincing worker and be as thick as a plank. a poem by t monk 23/02/2011 21.01. Cardington studio dreams
The dark knight rises
cathedrals of Cardington echo to the sound of Nolan's dreams great space to expand his minds themes great towers from Gotham city scape's to elevators and rooms from Inceptions non gravatel state this is A new dawn for shed 2 R100's home, a new use is long over due Now Mr Nolan we hope you make more films using shed 2's cavernous hall shed 1 next door is in a poor state but hands off that one airships are that sheds fate so Batman is starting filming again Mr Bale's cowl and cloak rise again Cardington stirring for Hollywood fame stars now tread where airshipmen took fame but one thought remains in my minds eye a film on R101 now that would be nice but that's just a dream a cardington lads hope that one day 101's story provoke an interest in airships so that old shed next door will house airships who once again will soar. A poem by T Monk |
ODD
if i was a bug then i would be a busy busy busy busy bumble bee if i was a dog then i would be a totally nutty Lab you see if i was a cat then i would not be because im a dog man dont like cats you see if i was a bird then i would be a majestic swan on a lake hehe but a man is what i am you see, tee hee pipip toudle pop poowee. a bad poem by t monk Bloomin Know all's
Everyone knows better than me this is what im told so for all you clever sods out there may i be so bold please don't say this fact to me to my face i beg please don't else i might take umbrage and wring your scrawny neck. a humorous poem by t monk a monkey widow
a widower to monkeys how could this have come i blame you Rathbone and all your other chums of an evening now my other half just sits wired in to headphones listening to your hits so once again you monkeys a quiet night for me as my mrs nods her head and smiles wildly. a poem by t monk |
A winters chill as darkness draws in the cold of winter chills the air tightness of exposed skin to jack frost chilling stare crispy hard ground grass crunches under foot the frost is hard and deep careful not to slide for its slippy under foot only light visible is from the full moons glare such brightness from reflective light amazingly simple and frighteningly bright sounds seem crisper under moonlit skies for sunshine seems to raise a thousand sounds night time however has a quieter surround focuses the mind to individual sound from an owls hoot to a cats screech a symphony of unknown waves infest my mind what was that noise unnatural sounding echos from fields and woods my pace quickens home is insight i know i am safe i know the noises had simple explanations my mind filling in gaps and making wrong conclusions i reach my door key in un-gloved hand skin cracking through harsh winters chill the key turns and im home the ache of warmth creeps over my body hot tea in hand i look through my window grass as white as if it had snowed but no snow had fell just jack frost with his winters chill. A poem by T monk I am
i am free i am he i am happy i am me i am silly i am odd i am grumpy i am a sod A Poem by T Monk An old house in Cardington
what noise was that a creak of wooden timbre protected from natures grasp for many a year windows chatter as wind blows through a house of ageless wonder timbres from trees long ago beetle of the death knocks out its beat not my time just yet i lay used to such noise playing with senses mind filling in gaps to those unaware this is how stories of the dead start with light on in your home it is bright and nice now turn your light off vision is a mighty sense without it our lesser senses take over mind filling in like never before you make bad from nice instantly there's nothing to fear a noise cannot hurt you a creak of a beam should not distress you but never be sure things move in dark recess things can watch you unaware for spirits from ageless time are there watching with no Mal-intent they were here years before you so let them be they wont hurt you a Poem by T Monk |
Elstow Brook
A little brook A little bridge A place for a peaceful kid A little brook A little weir A place of escape A place of cheer A little brook A little fish A quiet walk A relaxing wish A little brook A little dam A lot of water A lot of fun A poem by T Monk Saturday night they have arrived on the Saturday night out beer in hand to scream and shout thinking their cool for all to see they've had their beer so brave are thee they stomp around looking hard you say boo they'd run real hard in gangs together there as strong as ever when all alone there not so clever they think invincible that's what they are through bad behavior they will go far thinking this is the right way to be the leery yob that's who they be their kingdom is the high street at night staggering around they don't look so right by evenings end when the trouble does start ego's flare c'mon lads dont start but someone will they always do England's future unruly at heart. a summers short poem
a flowers scent drifts over summers morn the sun shines on fields of grass as horse play and streams flow by summers sun a glorious day A poem by T Monk OCD
darkness comes before the dawn depression lurks in dark recess dwelling on thoughts and life's cruelness a thought can halt you in your tracks to check what's been checked once, twice and more your logic tries to make you see compulsive behavior over and over again you know you should stop your mind controls you the what ifs rule your body there is only one way to beat it close yourself off try not to think of what might be use your logical brain it is a powerful weapon know you are right you never lose it its always lurking under the surface waiting for your weakness to shine through but you will beat it you need faith in yourself and the love of your family it can be beaten this OCD. A poem by T Monk |
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