Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Poetry Thursday 192 - Thank God for the weirdos

In the 'animal' series of poems I include one of my favourite creatures - the owl.

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Death on silent wings whispers by,
searching the Earth with keenest eye,
ominous and powerful in the darkness,
poised to strike with lethal directness.

Exudes a calmness in the daylight,
stares at humans, eye clear and bright,
this bird is no common fowl,
but the silent and powerful owl.
© David L Atkinson December 2015

Inspiration strikes at the most inconvenient moments. The next poem's first two verses were conceived around 02:53 out of a sound sleep. 

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A Stormy Night

As the green plastic cover flaps its Morse code warning,
of the approach of the storm in the early morning,
there is a temptation in the inviting darkness,
to experience the tongue’s lash on the skin’s nakedness.

Standing in the street while all are sleeping,
sure in mind that no-one’s peeping.
The spittle strikes exposed, tender skin,
driving ice needles deep within.

The tingle of each individual strike,
exhilarates the heart with joy child-like.
Single reminders that the soul is alive,
and that spirit, with the Earth, will survive.
© David L Atkinson December 2015

Then of course there are those who write poetry, imagine strange beasts, and generally don't conform.

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Thank God for Weirdos

Give thanks for the weirdos
the thinkers who imagine the impossible,
the man standing alone staring at the stars,
the artist seeing a twisted version of life,
the musician who discovers the lost chord,
the writer producing a confusion of thought,
the scientist that sees the unexpected,
the person with unaccountable knowledge,
the child who survives unimaginable peril,
and a carpenter’s son that drew together the whole world.
© David L Atkinson December 2015

God Bless