ladroars poems and art

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Like a walk in the park

It will be like a walk in the park Lights flickering on then off move, green and pink moths rise, drop, bulbs pop electric fused boxes; bussing people on subway tubes, doors locked confused red neon signs now blew, just pieces of shining aluminum, messages transferred, minds frightened herded, flocks of flying fear Streets are trampling avenues everyone’s drinking popcorn or eating coke; bursting banks of polluted streams poor like nightmares into cozy wet dreams. Man-whole jumps under their... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Safe Cell

I am my own jailer, keeper of my insecurities once never lonely locking myself within this black night; old friend where do you dwell? You painted vibrantly, colourfully and skilfully lighting this dark excepted and sort after cell. Though I never grazed arm or leg, my limbs knowing every warm, safe crevasse inside this naive head; buried deep in self quarried sand. Old friend, first meeting you; both of us bursting through those blood red swinging doors of sanctuary, situated corner, under this... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Splashing Blue

Tears Splashing blue depressed in sadness some days other days tears are bright yellow alight bursting dams flooding homes with giggling high rolling waves of sounds! Laughter Carrying, floating splashing blue away though someday floating on depressed high tide, beaching within our sheltered bay once more blue day. Though through red tears anger shouting loud, calmed with yellow laughing giggling out loud splashes of blue dripping onto you may just become you! Regret Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 9, 2006

Cold Kitchen Floor

The Cold Kitchen Floor Old Ted Hawk never did marry ‘’why’? He thought. ‘’They all look bloody unhappy wife’s hanging out nappies everyday unless their husband’s have plenty or two jobs, then maybe they can afford disposables throwaway’s. ‘ ‘’That’s what they do with their life’s now’er days no! Not me I’ve always known theirs no God. You’se me loaf, clever see! Bloody rich mans con, keep the poor from wondering why they pay tax? If not! Then next, knocking at their fancy double gates! That’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Not a poem a thingy

I used Too work at the Ford car plant in Daganham essex, whilst there working shift work on the production line, I met a great man! You know? One of them characters you meet in your life, that make you think about where you are on your lifes journey! ''Young man,'he would say. ''You must start thinking where you are heading in life, rugby and the Fords, is all you talk of, there's more out there friend.' I repled its got a faire pension and the money isn't that bad. He laughed loud and long and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 5, 2006

The Exspectant Season

The Exspectant season Winter the expectancy before Mother Earths new birth, rocking cribs in early Spring, foreheads glowing whilst cots are swaying, smiling mankinds promisses Filling cropping, coping, sharing in full the joys hopefully next years golden young child of Autumn will bring... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 4, 2006

Lush Green Hill

Anger, after stumbling upon torn Gwen, Alfred’s very soul was in flames, hand fumbling through robe tied cord for Trueshot, fathers wolf slaying sling, crafted supple willow twined gut. Sheep being slaughtered, stolen, regardless of him, young eyes witnessing, glaring down upon, barbarian horde. Two hundred yards of rage, foot of lush green hill, their mocking remarks shepherds, flocks, fingers fevered searching leather pouch, smooth weight relieving burden with cold stone. His sister Gwen... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 3, 2006

Peace Appreciating

Glaring goggled eyed, whilst hunting bargains noisily through what’s in stores for us human waves swelling sales, windswept blustering crowds are catching deep diving breaths on escalators. Puffed red fissures of men are standing crossed legged court-square, cursing orange triangles, warnings of dangerous mobs of string heads on mops, partnered by slippery gang-ways of wet floors. White knuckled fists are banging sorry signs hung on defenseless toilet doors. Pushing in, shoving out forming... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 2, 2006

Naked Flame

The Spirit Of Naked Flame Deep desire quenching breaths fixed mouths are wide, with stares Spellbound shadows silently created by bright fire light fanning in anticipation, our dark eagerness, branded on six boys faces watering, squinting rather then one lid fluttering Legends told in school yards her smoldering spirit will never appear dare you blink ‘’Do you all hear?’ Flickering her coloured veils of flame seductively away her naked feet swaying, reflecting warming boys into red-hot embers... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Sorry

Sorry Only in name, nothing identical about you judge everything I do, you do twins only in blame mother God rest her soul ‘’ Seven years not speaking it’s a crying shame.’ Meet, me and you judge everything I do, you look into your own reflection like I do. While the dogs run and play! Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

Ladroar just loves a minute by minute take on life, it's ups and downs and round and rounds. Finding myself honest and caring, then in the next moment. Daring the change, my mind begins its games and I must pick up pen or brush, or I might loose my fleeting expression. My brain's rush of thoughts; with my heart I judge each colourful image, that is brought to my attention by my old friend Imagination. I hope you enjoy the work we intend sharing with you all, good luck ! Michael

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