waves by pete marshall

Waves

by pete marshall

I saw you look across the bay,

A distant mast, the raging waves

Your ocean gaze that never strayed,

A recent past, the taste of spray

The brine upon a twisted lip,

A bitter taste, a sunken ship

A Wind that blew through auburn hair,

A tidal swirl, a silent stare

I saw a tear caress your face,

A smudge of kohl, a yearned embrace

A storm that blew and tossed the waves,

where love now lies in watered graves

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Been a while since I have written but a yearning grabbed me today resulting in this. I hope that yearning stays!

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

Match Day

Match Day

by pete marshall

Floodlit dreams upon a baize

where shadows waltz and serenade,

who dance & weave within a heart

as man turns boy, as light turns dark.

When thoughts are lost within your dreams,

seasoned hopes and passions screamed,

bags are packed but never seen,

lovers leave as games have been.


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Tonight my good friend Julie Watkins hosts Meeting the Bar at D'verse, when challenged with "tackling the big subjects", heck she could only mean football...surely

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

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. 

My Heart Not Knows: by Pete Marshall

My Heart Not Knows

by Pete Marshall

My heart not knows where love will lie

Upon a cursed & ravaged bed

And storms will rage in darkened skies

My heart not knows where love will lie

No longer touched by waking eyes

A love is spurned as words are said

My heart not knows where love will lie

Upon a cursed & ravaged bed

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Its Triolet Day at One Stop Poetry, hosed by Shan Hendry. This is my attempt at tackling this form.

The Pulse

The Pulse

I count the beat within my head

you whisper words so soft and true

I feel the heat that warms our bed

The love that flows our passions fed

that makes me cling inside of you

I count the beat within my head

I feel you rush as love is spread

upon the throw you softly mew

I feel the heat that warms our bed

As love lays blind and hope lays dead

where now its just a wanton screw

I count the beat within my head

The crimson sheets where love has bled

the punctured vein the blood you drew

I feel the heat that warms our bed

Into the night this evil fled

to leave me here in solitude 

I count the beat within my head

I feel the heat that warms our bed

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this poem, The Pulse, is my first ever attempt at writing in the style, villanelle, which is being highlighted at One Stop Poetry. If you would like to know more about this style of writing please visit the following link;

Welcome to One Stop Poetry Form: Villanelle

image creative commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/amanky/

Forever in Blue Jean's

Forever in Blue Jeans

Poverty pinched on denim jeans

that sat above her hard earned shoes 

and he’s the boy from up the hill

where social heights will sing the blues

She works the line from 9-5

whilst daddy pays his college fees

yet money’s tight and honey talks

and love is found  inside her jeans

He stole a kiss behind the shack

where beers will flow too easily

and spoilt kids with far too much

will take a hint of ecstasy

But love was found within the shade

where hearts would melt on shabby walls

and there they kissed in shadowed light

as denim jeans were lost with fools

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This is my poem for the One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt. The amazing photograph has been taken by Katherine Forbes who's wonderful interview can also be read at One Stop Poetry

With Love

With Love

It snowed the night I walked you home

As snow still falls this very day

My heart would beat to whispered sounds

And woke to call your very name

The mist would pass between our lips

And carve a heart that hung entranced

That swirled upon a moonlit sky

And stopped to ask you for this dance

Our feet would glide across the ice

And feel the warmth of youthful throes

That thawed the snow and frosts of life

And held you so you’d never go

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Today I wanted to do something special, today I celebrate with my wonderful wife 25 years together. This is my little thank you to her, for putting up with me through all these years, and for giving me my three wonderful children. And here's hoping that the next 25 years together will finally bring her all the things I have ever wished for her. Thank you...with love

I also would like to take this time to wish everyone one of you that have visited my site over the last 7 months a wonderful Christmas and to thank you for all your wonderful comments and continued support. Support that you have also taken over to One Stop Poetry which again I will be forever thankful.

This poem I have also shared with One Shot Wednesday

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

Robbers Bay: A Poem by Pete Marshall

Robbers Bay

by Pete Marshall

The sunset burned the Autumn sky

as waves would lap a gentle sway

that rocked the berth of one's desire

alone she moored in Robbers bay

and legend told of love that passed

that sailed the lake in summers heat

when boats would glide across the mere

and hearts would dance a merry beat.

But storms would come as waves would rise

and mar the blues of darkened skies

that played a song, a maudlin weep

as truth was told in eyes that seek

and on that day her love was spurned

as two would fall and one return

and from the deep she'd clasp for air

and mourn the one who brought despair.

The trees that stood in silent peace

had watched the flow of centuries played

this eve they watched a broken heart

that chose to act the legends play

and as she fell beneath the blue

the ripples softly spread afar

as breath would leave a broken soul

the boat would float beneath the stars.

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A few weeks ago I wrote a poem, The Estuary, which featured artwork by a local artist, Donna Cove. Tonight's poem has, again, been inspired by her pastel drawings. 

This picture was called Robbers Bay, a name she admits, she plucked from the air, but the image, a lonely boat, the burning sunset and deep blues, coupled with its title, inspired myself to write a tragic love story. I hope you enjoy not only my poem but also the wonderful art of Donna Cove

This poem has also been entered into One Shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry, a place which celebrates both new & old poetry alike. If you would like to participate in One Shot Wednesday it opens 10pm UK, 5pm EST every Tuesday night and remains open all through Wednesday, closing Thursday morning

Late Night Shopping: A Poem by Pete Marshall

Late Night Shopping:

 A Poem by Pete Marshall

Spirits gathered by the tills

as grey would colour cheap no frills

that stood in rows across the bay

mixed with juice and lemonade

that sat within a barge of steel

its frame was meshed, a squeaky wheel

would pause as chills would circle feet

in frozen foods our eyes would meet.

She touched her hair as mags suggest

showed signs she liked or so I’ve read

but eyes looked down on frozen peas

whilst I stood tall and hoped she’d see

the bogof sale that lined the shelves

her hair was red and loosely curled

and eyes that told a tale or two

were dressed for bed in midnight queues.

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This is my poem for One Shot Wednesday, run by One Stop Poetry, a fast growing community for poets & writers of all genres to share their work, express and make friends

image courtesy creative commoms http://www.flickr.com/photos/kallao/

Alone In Her Dreams: A Poem Of Love Unknown

Alone in Her Dreams: 
A Poem Of love Unknown

Silently she sleeps alone in her dreams,

is it here I exist or am I a myth?

Illusions are real as I lay by her side

yet tonight I felt lost, those fires have died.

The room where we loved no longer feels warm,

our once flowering bed now ravaged by thorns,

my head lays in nettles my limbs upon weeds

and still she sleeps alone in her dreams.

                           

I watch her breathe, she murmurs she moans,

there are two in this bed but one is alone.

Her mind is her secret kept hidden from me,

her words are like legends in stories she weaves,

but words are not spoken when love is not real,

truths are kept secret and never revealed.

A tear gently forms to run down my cheek

yet still she sleeps alone in her dreams.

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

A Love That's Lost: A Poem In Memory

A Love That's Lost: A Poem In Memory

Saturdays are my days over at One Stop Poetry. Today I wish to share with you all an old poem of mine, A Love That's Lost. 

This poem is very close to my heart and I just wanted to bring it back into focus. It explores the depth of Alzheimers and how it affects relationships. Imagine being with your partner for many years and then seeing that rock disappear before you. The obvious concern is always with the person that is fighting the illness but what of their partner, how does it affect them? A Love That's Lost is about this.

Thanks for following, all the best, Pete