Poetry

Love Tea

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Love Tea

Is love so fragile
As a cracked tea cup
Would it cause you to throw it away

Perhaps, from that china set
The one you’d use for special visitors
But once or twice a year
Pretty, but never really comfortable to hold
Nor ever did it’s taste satisfy

But is real love so disposable
Can it ever truly be replaced

Like your favourite mug
The one you use all day without washing
Because the tea tastes the best every time

Could the same fate befall it
Should you lose your grip

Or would you glue it back together
And make it look perfect again
But hold on more carefully to this delicate thing
With both hands so it warms you

For no other tea ever tastes as good
Once you’ve found the perfect vessel

 

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)


Farewell Furry Sentry

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Farewell Furry Sentry

Farewell furry sentry
Nine years you fought an unseen war
Ceaselessly marching up and down outside our castle
Carrying your battle scars like medals
Defending us from the ginger haired foreigners
Who lurked at the border of thirty-nine
Killed in a cowardly midnight poison attack
Your hapless corporal made it back to die, but not you
Your body lost, out there alone on the field of battle
No glorious send off for an old warrior
Just a sad end befitting your noble silent mission
But your memory Shines on
In the boy who’s bed you guarded every night
Protecting him from creatures of the realms we cannot see
We only wish we could have said goodbye

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)


Flat Beer

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Flat Beer

The paradox in the public bar
Where the self proclaimed connoisseurs of the pint
Who delight in imparting their superior knowledge for creating the perfect beverage
Down to the details in the shape of the glass
Now sit dispassionately unaware of the flattening heads lined up along the bar
As the gas escapes, their eyes fixed to the corner of the room
Deflected from their assured rectitude
By multi-millionaires in short trousers running around a green screen
Two blows of a whistle reminds them to both forget and remember their standards
As they readily down their flat beer at half time
Insisting again the next be poured to their particular specification
Only to repeat the absurdity in another forty five minutes

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)


Better Off Dead ?

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Better Off Dead ?

Their years of love and happiness
No arguments, no hurt, no stress
That last night when she reached the top
Where pleasure comes and doesn’t stop
And leaving in a blissful state
Next day for work she can’t be late
But meeting later with her man
Kisses goodbye lets go his hand
A brand new place picked for their date
Planned for some time they cannot wait
But just before his time to leave
There came a call to make him grieve
A solemn voice to tell bad news
His wife is gone, he’s left confused
For he could still taste her sweet lips
And smell desire her loving hips
Her smiling eyes, caressing hands
Her promise to fulfil their plans
Her words still echo in his ears
Their happy past, their future years
This isn’t true, he can’t believe
A ruse, a trick made to decieve
He calls in panic, calls again
No answer time and time and then
Her voice, her soft familliar sound
Excitement rises spins around
Then dies again a message tone
He speaks his love unto her phone
But no replies, no answers came
No final words, no one to blame
What kind of world takes kindred souls
Tears them apart, opposite poles
And shattering a perfect dream
His heart pours out an unheared scream
As overcome by helplessness
To change her fate, to end distress
The madenning confusion twists
His heart and mind, the bloody wrists
The crushing pain around his voice
Escaping hurt is a false choice
No end for questions why love’s gone
You carry them when you pass on
The bitter knife still held within
A scar grows where his heart had been
A deathly silence fills his life
The emptiness left by his wife
She stolen by a hidden hand
Her feet will never walk this land
How could such cruelty come to her
And take away her kind nature
Best friends for life shared joy and pain
To speak no more drives him insane
And passing time gives not relief
From hatred for his futures thief
A man tormented to despair
Unanswered questions everywhere
Reminders of their life deprived
As if she’d never been alive
For he can never reconcile
Why his best friend stopped sending smiles
Abruptly conversation ends
A vast and empty void descends
The hardest wrench he’ll ever feel
To lose someone who’s love was real
All contact gone yet she’s aware
He’s the best friend she’ll ever share
How can you suddenly abstain
From one who took away your pain
Made you feel always safe and loved
And fit you like a hand in glove
He’ll never understand his fate
And wont recover from this state
All logic in this story lost
He’s left alone to count the cost
And ask would it be easier
To bear this pain he feels for her
If she had really died that day
And not just simply walked away

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)


Risking the Soul

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Risking the Soul

His shame suppressed
Replaced by a glorious feeling of power
An ancient dark emotion
Revels in the act of domination
And he stays firm
Those darting eyes stare up at him
Flashing black with terror
He sees straight into a soul
Her petrified figure beneath him
Forcing her to enjoy this
And he keeps telling himself she wanted it
Gripping his forearms afraid to move
Afraid to make a sound
His shame rises and falls again
Pushing empathy aside he stays firm
She asked for this
But still he fears he cannot do it
Raised to care, but not like this
Not for this
Recoiling in tears wont help
Accept the demon if he really cares
Let it in but don’t let it take him
Test him against primordial forces
Control it then return it to the shadows
When she needs him back
How many times did his conscience fail her
Unable to hold straight when she needed him
Unwilling to accept he had to become them
To enter the minds of the monsters who put her here
Learn from them what it takes to hurt
And be those creatures for an essential moment
Forced to be like them to repair the damage they did
Fearing it could take hold of him
Only true love can carry him through
Ashamed that he must take pleasure to stir up this terror
She needs him to be stronger than them
To look inside the minds of men possessed
See what they saw
Feel what they felt
And now he knows demons exist in us all
Dangerous beasts buried by conscience
Wondering was he unwise to rouse them from sleep
Imperil his mind to unconscionable creatures
Willingly, never considering the danger
That now he may have to fight them forever
But for a greater need than his own
Has he risked his very soul for love?

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)


Say Something

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Say Something

Say something
Before its too late
Just say something
Before love turns to hate

Break the silence
While the chance is still there
Mental violence
Almost too much to bear

Stubborn fools
You will lose all you made
There are no rules
No need to be afraid

So say something
You can reclaim your fate
Just say something
Before its too late

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)


Art Perfected

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Art Perfected

I watch her from the doorway of her studio
As she shapes her latest labour of love
A sculpted figure from her imagination
It’s elegance begins to reveal itself from the unfinished block
Smooth lines stopping half way down
Contrasting the natural beauty of the rough wood
I love how she is so absorbed
That she doesn’t notice my presence
Her wide eyed intensity excites me
It’s not so much that I love her art
More that I adore how she becomes when she creates it
Biting her lip while she carves another wafer thin piece away
I watch her slender arms move
Each stroke causing the muscles beneath her flawless skin
To flex and twitch new shapes and shadows
My eyes roam to the arch of her back as she leans in
And her hair begins to cascade over her shoulder
I stare in wonder at these things
She stops and raises her arms
Gathering her hair high behind her head
I marvel at her neck, how it sweeps down to her shoulders
Taut across her back as she ties her hair
Like carved stone yet living
The glow of perspiration on her skin catching the light
I want to taste it again
To come up behind her unnoticed
And catch her attention with a kiss on her spine
But this time I just watch
For what is more perfect art than this?
Her sculpture so inspiring stimulates the senses underhand
With perfect lines and textures
But to me true art is alive and ever changing
Like the images that appear to dance in fire
Is it colour, form, sound, movement, or is it story?
It is all of those at once and so much more
She is art perfected
Watching how her body moves as she works
And the emotion in her face
The flow of her hair as she turns her head
Or the heartbeat I miss as her eyes turn toward me
And the sparkle in her face lit by a smile
There is more art in the curve of her hip
As my hand moves from her waist to her thigh
How it feels when she wraps her warm soft body around me
The little sounds of pleasure as she exhales
And the glorious intensity of her mouth
With tastes and aromas that infuse the mind
This art interacts
Every moment a new experience
She who is more perfect than any masterpiece
My daydream is interrupted as she hums a tune
Swinging to her own rhythm while she smooths down her wooden figure
I listen but not for long
My restraint is overcome
Silently moving up behind and enveloping her with my arms
And finally kissing that neck I longed for

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)