martin.j. schofield Poems

Tall was he, immense in wrath,
With fields of bristles,
Covering his foreface, in aftermath,
Like a sward grown o'er with thistles and thickets,
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A refuge sought sanctuary,
where she could end this miserable trek,
lay down her weary, beaten head,
Her bloated form protected from menacing claws;
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In the midst of 'this' eternal carnage,
The stricken voices entomb their sorrows,
vent uncompromising pain, amid deluge,
and cry out for comfort;
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CHARLOTTE

In the silvery light on a brazen morn’,
Perhaps forgotten,
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It walks belligerently, often begrudgingly
But at least it shares my path.
It talks to me at night, a comfort, a wrap,
and in the light of my era, it leads me towards it.
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Who am I? Clad as I am,
Expire by many when I walk my walk,
Tall as a mountain
And silent as a symphony of silhouettes,
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' Hey Rose, with your scented kiss,
To you, I am thy dearest wish,
So show me not your perfumed bloom;
Surely later, will lead to doom.
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Where to this rises?
This sound of anger purged with Malice,
From the heavens mighty vault, I surmise;
Or bowls I decree.
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She came to visit,
Whilst it was dark outside,
Blacker yet, inside;
She came, put lips on lips,
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In a parody of wit
I found that to fully absorb all levels
Of emotional recourse
The ups and downs
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