Back to Reality

Back to Reality

by pete marshall

The Drive was long but too much road

forced the eyes to stare ahead,

see not what the rear view found

but follow stars that shine instead,

and then the gas ran dry,

so I walked home,

but home was also dead.

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This is my poem for oneshotwednesday, part of One Stop Poetry. Opens at 10pm tonight UK time

The Blues: a poem by pete marshall

The Blues

by pete marshall

Into the valley rode the 600

carrying the hope of all who came.

Blues would swirl on banners high,

drums would pound to beat their name.

Whistles blew as cries were heard

midst screams of man, their thumping hooves.

Flesh would sweat 'mongst blood & dirt,

defiant yells the charge let loose.

Tender years too young for war,

fought as one despite their pain.

With gritted teeth they battled on

to take the prize and win the game?

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Those of you who know me on twitter, @petemarshall1, will be aware that I manage an under 10's soccer team. This Sunday, a win will see them win the league. 

Today's poem, The Blues, is for them, who have fought so hard this season and are on the brink of winning their first ever trophy.

This poem is also for One Shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry, which opens tonight at 10pm, UK time  (5pm EST). If you love poetry, whether reading or writing then stop by and take a look.

image courtesy creative commons flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/syder/

Sun, Sea & Sirens: A Poem by Pete Marshall

Sun, Sea & Sirens

by pete marshall

Her silken skin, a shoulder strap

slipped to show a hint of pink,

her thighs that sung a lilting tune

a sirens call where dreams would sink.

Too long I spent just looking past 

hidden from a shaded view,

where waters lapped a flowing beat

of dreams that floated on the blue.

Tousled thoughts & ruffled hair

beyond the beach her longing stare

behind the cool, abrasive wall

the lust of man, the wanting fool.

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Today's One Shoot Sunday is a choice of 5 wonderful images by James Rainsford. I took option 5...

Hope No More: poetry by pete marshall

Hope No More

by pete marshall

The stars fell out the sky tonight

to sink beneath the estuary waves

that licked the shorelines tarnished sand

and cause a swell within the bay.

Hope was blown through open doors

across the green beyond the street

to fall amongst the rubbish bins

where foxes fought for scraps to eat.

Cobwebs filled a sullen room

as dust would swirl outside the door

where words were mixed with scattered doubts

within the books strewn on the floor.

His life was lost in wishful dreams

across the pond, the waters green

the stagnant smell of rotting weeds

the loss of all that could have been.

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This is my poem for One Shot Wednesday, at One Stop Poetry. If you like poetry whether reading or writing why not check it out, opens every Tuesday at 5pm EST (10pm UK)

image courtesy creative commons flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/pindec/

Love Thy Neighbour: A Poem by Pete Marshall

Love Thy Neighbour

by pete marshall

I stared behind a wooden fence

that hid my face from neighbours eyes,

where in my house my love was spent

as dreams would take me back outside.

I stared upon the gap between

that caught my eye, her whitened thighs,

I saw her jump and hoped the hem

would lift up high and gently rise.

A sultry voice and bright red shoes

that danced a beat of wicked lies,

a sirens call on errant runs

where love would hide & I’d oblige.

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Today's wonderful image is by photographer Lauren Randolph, who's interview and picture prompt have formed this weeks One Shot Sunday, at One Stop Poetry

Chocolate

Chocolate

by pete marshall

I stole a chocolate from the box

that lay discarded on the side,

its sickly taste that pained the root

but warmed the guilt of wicked lies.

Nothing seemed to fill my mind

I stopped, I thought, I paused a while,

then time would drift to where you were,

as hands would search beneath the foil,

where warmth would feel the sticky goo

that oozed upon my lingering touch

and cling onto my fingertips,

your scent, a sin, a wanton lust.

I craved the taste of sugared lips

that felt so sweet upon my tongue,

I sucked the tips of mellow bliss

as you would melt & we came one.


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Chocolate is my poem for the award winning One Stop Poetry where I will be your host for this weeks One Shot Wednesday. Opens tonight at 10pm UK, 5pm EST.