Wake For Work
The bedside cabinet,
A clock tick tock,
Throughout the night till seven o'clock.
This dreamless sleep,
A restfull draught,
Till we wake up without a thought.
The lucky ones,
They sleep till ten,
To wake up to hear the bells of Big Ben.
We dress formal,
Smart suits a frocks,
And head to work till six o'clock.
Our lives a repedative pass,
Each day we drone away,
Working hard so we can get our pay.
The day is done,
We head home,
Back to bed again alone.
The dreamless sleep,
A tick tock clock,
It ticks by till we are wrought.
Wake for work.
- Kevin Traynor
The Screams Redux
The Screams return after dark;
Once more our voices deathly hark,
The blood of many have tried their mark,
To escape this unholy evil lark.
Try we all remaining dream;
Of freedom from this bloody seam,
A crack of darkness in a stream,
Where evil creatures eyes they gleam.
Leaping out of shadows darkless;
Running dead leap with cold bloodness,
Only sounds of screaming blissness,
We all quiver at our bleakest.
The light of day comes at long last;
To show the carnage of the past,
To tear our hearts from our cast's,
We dread the return of the darks.
The moon casts silver light of dread;
Us few are running from the dead,
We had tried to fight but lost our heads,
Blood is soaked through screams of red.
The screams.
- Kevin Traynor
Sorry if these are bad, it has been a long while since I have written poetry, or The Screams series, which by popular demand will be continued. Getting worse as all sequels do. Need I mention the recent Indiana Jones disaster? Bah!
Wake For Work, final version
The bedside cabinet;
A clock - tick tock,
Throughout the night till seven o'clock.
This dreamless sleep;
A restfull draught,
Till we wake up with-out a thought.
The lucky ones;
They sleep till ten,
Waking up to the News at ten.
We dress formal;
Smart suits and frocks,
To be in work by nine o'clock.
The day passes;
We work away,
To get our pay at the end of days.
The day is done;
We head home,
Back to bed again alone.
The dreamless sleep,
A tick tock clock,
It ticks by till we are wrought.
Wake for work.
-Kevin Traynor
Dedicated to Lara... and I just didn't mention it before.
A Sun Day
Come sun-shine;
Brighten up my day,
Make me feel happy and gay.
Your rays cast hope;
Banishing dark,
To a place far beyond our hark.
Circle the globe;
Above all damnation,
Bringing heaven in your beams.
A hazy shine - upon our world;
Lighting up the darkest delve,
And never leaving for too long.
A sun day.
-Kevin T
How how did you know ?
And thank you,i just finshed things up in my life i got new job and everything.And no i do not talk to him at all i refuse to be played with his pointless games,i don't like the guy hes become.Just to leave it like that im in a new relshonship.
And i lovem your work though,i check up on it time to time.
Originally posted by Jedireaper
[b]Wake For Work, final versionThe bedside cabinet;
A clock - tick tock,
Throughout the night till seven o'clock.This dreamless sleep;
A restfull draught,
Till we wake up with-out a thought.The lucky ones;
They sleep till ten,
Waking up to the News at ten.We dress formal;
Smart suits and frocks,
To be in work by nine o'clock.The day passes;
We work away,
To get our pay at the end of days.The day is done;
We head home,
Back to bed again alone.The dreamless sleep,
A tick tock clock,
It ticks by till we are wrought.Wake for work.
-Kevin Traynor
Dedicated to Lara... and I just didn't mention it before.
A Sun Day
Come sun-shine;
Brighten up my day,
Make me feel happy and gay.Your rays cast hope;
Banishing dark,
To a place far beyond our hark.Circle the globe;
Above all damnation,
Bringing heaven in your beams.A hazy shine - upon our world;
Lighting up the darkest delve,
And never leaving for too long.A sun day.
-Kevin T [/B]
wow, thank you 😮 but can I ask, what made you dedicate that to me?
The Screams, Halloween Special
The screams ring in another night;
Filling the air with death and fright,
Giving chase against the light,
Not even time to turn and fight.
Dragged down from withing our midst;
A shrouded early morning mist,
Covers us in its chilling fist,
Our friends are gone from our numbing lists.
As sun brings light upon the day;
Giving way to mourn the passed away,
Ironic that they come and play,
After dark the dead not lay.
At sun's fall the Earth is stark;
The screams and blood has stained our heart,
With time we will lose this mark,
As soon we all die within the dark.
The screams.
-Kevin Traynor
!!!--HAPPY HALLOWEEN--!!!
Stalkers
At every street corner,
In every major city,
They lay in wait,
Their beady eyes brooding under dark hoods.
An evil mind; twisted and insane,
Their motives unclear,
They watch, they see, they know,
Somehow they always know.
They see a young girl,
Follow her,
She panic's, runs,
Another lays in wait.
On the internet they are there,
Waiting,
Knowing,
Stalking. The physcological hoodlum.
They go through your trash,
They plan,
Their minds distraugt,
Looking for information.
"This world we live in, cruel. Unkind."
"The people we live with, vindictive. Evil."
"These cities, unforgiving. Wastlands."
"Death may be one way out. Don't be a fool!"
Death is an excuse for not owing up,
For the probelms we have caused,
Especially with this purgatory world,
The halfway point between heaven and hell.
The Stalkers they will always be there,
Nothing I can do,
Just sit and wait,
Despair, when they are there.
Stalker's.
-Kevin Traynor
I dunno if this is a good poem, but maybe it carries some meaning. Stay safe Camille, be safe.
This was written for Camille a while ago and was posted in her thread, I'm transfering it now...
quote: (post)
Originally posted by King of Blades
This is for NerdanelDrawing
I gazed outside a window pane,
To see a sketched rolling field.
One tree to grace this greenless pasture
And a blank sun halfway under.I touched this windowless pane,
To see it too was drawn upon a plain.
Hands that were traced to feel this surface,
Meticulous design and detail to convey truth.The floor exists upon tracks of lead,
The shoes with different shades of grey.
A mirror, upon where the window stood,
Without glass but a reflection of my face.This white world with illustrations.
Black and white with shades of grey.
Brought into existence by a hand,
Brought to life by the imagination.
Wow! This was great!
Drawn in Gray, Response to the poem Drawing
This stencilled landscape I look upon,
Rolling planes of grassy gray fields, shaded trees, and earth.
Crosshatched rocks darkened by charcoal,
All through a plain window, lined in gray.
Birds of blackened feathers,
Fill a sky of white and gray.
This lead laid landscape,
A vibrant drawn vale.
Where clouds of light meet the dark of day,
Lines from a pencil cratch detail in shade.
A splash of white glaring the sun,
Half dipped below a hill of subtle shadow.
-Kevin Traynor
Enjoy!
Again this is a transfer from another thread... PoB's one.
Originally posted by King of Blades
Tis not the force poem that I promised, but I hope this will do for you:[b]Frozen Flower
I walked across a gentle shore
of glistening waters
And I saw across it's frozen banks
a rose.Twas red as crimson and darker still
this flower by which it stood
alone upon this barren iceland
of cold.I looked far off towards this gentle plant
so lonely and yet
I found not the strength to take
a closer look.Stood still I to look from where I was
to never venture from this frozen shore
at a flower to which I'll never know
only this: that it was a crimson rose. [/B]
Frozen Flower, A Redux
A single flower grows upon a mountain side,
Its prickly stem the last green on white,
Its silver leaves and tinted black buds,
A warning for those who tred a treacherous path.
But though the plant is frozen, it lives on
With-out complaint for the barren life it leads.
With blue skys threaten gray clouds of snow
Fall down on rocky livery, it laughs.
Frosted flakes speckled green on silver buds
Of the mountain rose whose red flower
Is black from snow. Droplets of ice.
Frozen flower. (A short response)
-Kevin Traynor