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Showing posts with label photgraphy. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Ruined: A poem by pete marshall


Ruined
a poem by pete marshall

Walls were built, bards would sing,
rendered words, hardened seams,
rotting beams, timbered dreams,
weed's that grew a wondrous green.
Stones that spoke of many tales,
weathered shrines, holy grail’s,
cracks beneath a plastered veil
lost beyond entangled trails.

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I wrote this poem for this weeks One Shoot Sunday, but also felt that it should be aired today. I would like to say a big thank you to each and everyone of you that has been part of One Stop Poetry, cheers Pete

Today is One Shoot Sunday and this stunning image is provided by accomplished photographer Neil Alexander.

Today is One Shoot Sunday, which see's both Adam & Chris wave goodbye. Today has also seen Claudia leave. Earlier this week Brian waved his goodbyes, as I yesterday. Today is a sad day.


Sunday, 17 April 2011

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...

Friday, 18 March 2011

Legend: A Poem by Pete Marshall


Legend


Whence Tristram rode his mighty steed
to claim the hand of fathers pride
she bade him hush and honoured thee
with love that rushed from deep inside

Tempers flare when darkened moods
that grow inside the blackened mind
ignite the seeds of solitude
where screams are all a love will find

A sword is pulled from Arthur’s stone
that dwelled within a shattered heart
which broke the walls of hardened bone
to tear a soul in two, apart

Alone he sits as legends pass
to gently fade and drift away
where idylls sing of distant lore
inscribed in stone for here to stay

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This amazing image provided by Brian Miller has formed a picture prompt for One Stop Poetry. This is my poem

Sunday, 16 January 2011

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



Sunday, 5 September 2010

Caged.....A Poem by Pete Marshall


Caged
A Poem by Pete Marshall

And through this glass you stare at me
yet what I see is nothing new
A person framed for one short time
who looks at me in solitude

Who wants to see me in the wilds
and run the plains like fathers do
that sees me in this small, cramped place
yet comes to see me at the zoo….

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This poem is for the One Shoot Sunday picture prompt challenge by those great guys and girls over at One Stop Poetry

Sunday, 15 August 2010

Eye, Eye Cap'n: A Poem By Pete Marshall


Eye, Eye Cap'n:
 A Poem By Pete Marshall

The seas would lap upon the hull
and gently wash their starboard bow
the sails were rolled into the boom
and winds too far to journey now

They stood in line alone in berth
A breeze would rattle empty masks
the sailors gone in town to dance
as captains sample rum from casks

But from the shore a man would watch
as pirates stroked their silent oars
between their teeth clenched sharpened blades
and on his shoulder a blue macaw…

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this is my poem inspired by the above image, taken by Adam Dustus, for the One Shoot Sunday picture prompt & photo feedback