News Flash

In October of this year I asked a number of friends in the G+ community to provide suggestions and ideas for a project that would see me publish one new piece every day, throughout the month of November. The idea was simple, they provide an idea, a concept, a memory or even just a title, and I would compose and publish these pieces daily and give the reasons (where given) that the person wished the piece written.

It may be a piece that is directed to a significant other, a memory from a youth that lingers long, an irritation in the world around us, a conceptual idea however large or small, or quite simply a title. The challenge for me was to interpret what the originator wanted, whist for them, the anticipation of their piece being published would grow, as no-one would be informed of which particular date their piece was to be published.

With only a couple of days to go till the first piece appears, I hope that you will take the time to follow the project as it develops. Oh, and do pop over to the links on the right hand side of the page and help yourself to one of the collections I have available.

Me

A boy walks along his chosen road

Young lad forever chasing footballs

Loud music blaring from the speakers

That was me

Leaving home brings home his laundry

Lived a life that should have killed him

Rode metal horses in bright colours

That was me

Saved by pledging life unto the green

Walked proud roads that could have killed him

Rode metal stallions into many battles

That was me

Before the mirror stands an old man

Who’s walked his road and lived his life

Stare as refection stares proudly back

It is me

© Fergus Martin

2012

Tale Of The Tale

Scratching away

In the dead of night

Throwing down words

To the left, and the right

Reading them over

Discard and reject

Toss on the paper

Another concept

Scribble it down

Nothing has changed

Move them around

Words re- arranged

Lines on the parchment

Lacking in flow

Tweaking in places

A better tempo

Soon taking shape

Picture is growing

Pen oozing passion

Words are now flowing

Tale comes to fruition

In images bold

And now that it’s over

The story is told

© Fergus Martin

2012

The Never Ending Fawn

So wonderful

So nice

I love everything you do

Your words they speak to me

Wish I could be like you

So talented

So fine

I love what you create

You sketch so perfectly

Sending love not hate

Words sounding so sincere

Hides a shallow little mind

So fawned upon, adored

Why are some so blind?

They fail to see what others can

Fooled by your deception

But I see through your platitudes

And swiftly change direction

© Fergus Martin

2012

Midnight's Desire

I crave you

I want you

I cherish you

I need you

I hunger for you

I lust for your touch

I desire you

I need you so much

You ignore me

You despise me

You dismiss me

You reject me

You cast me aside

You throw me away

You defeat me

You will make me pay

Each day I adore you

At night I abhore you

Sleep

© Fergus Martin

2012

Fame

Fifteen minutes

For the common man

Fifteen minutes

Is what they say

Fifteen minutes

In fames sweet arm

Fifteen minutes

Will come your way

Constant coverage

For the chosen few

Constant coverage

Each twist and turn

Constant coverage

Of all they do

Constant coverage

In the rags they’ll burn

Which would you choose?

If you had the choice

Which would you choose?

If you had your way

Which would you choose?

If you had a voice

How would you choose?

To live your day

© Fergus Martin

2012

Fleeing The Dragon

In the dragons shadow we stood tall

Looking north as the heat bore down

Rivers of sweat streamed from our pores

Ever rising humidity we wore like a gown

Taking our turn with the border patrol

Crouch in the shadows and wait the alarm

Squawk on the headset giving direction

Crawling quietly through another pig farm

Men from the north slice through the fence

Women and children rush through the holes

Escape from the north to evade in the south

Getting past the patrols the first of their goals

If they get to the city they can then disappear

But for now they must hurry, rush, get away

From the heat seeking eye high on the hill

Directing the mission that’s now underway

Homing in on the target we tighten the noose

Spring from the reeds we arrive unannounced

Caught in the ambush they meekly surrender

Shocked and surprised at how swiftly we pounced

A short taste of freedom, imprisoned once more

Carted off to the station and returned to the north

Still cling to the dream of escape to the south

We know in our hearts they’ll be back in a month

© Fergus Martin

2012

Bricks

Image by Free-StockPhotos.com

With every word released

Another brick

Each sentence builds the wall

You hide behind

Concrete wall of words

Your hiding place

And in that tower of stone

Becoming blind

With every word you speak

Another brick

The rhythm of your words

A mechanism

We see you standing there

No need to shout

We’ve answered you before

We could not reach you

© Fergus Martin

2012

Empty Shell

Image by Free-StockPhotos.com

Pockets full of water

A bunnet full of lead

Reaching for intangibles

Down garden paths I’m led

Soft voices of delirium

Scream silent in the night

Solitude of ghostly shroud

Provides my only light

A bucket load of secrets

A saucer full of air

Searching for insolubles

Find only hangmans’ lair

Dark recesses opened

Unleash demonic host

Poison thoughts released

Maim those that mean the most

A hatful of bitterness

A cupboard full of dreams

Potent combination

Smashes all to smithereens

© Fergus Martin

2012

Slowly Rushing

We rushed headlong into lust

And fell slowly in love

Rushed on through virgin futures

Falling slowly into patterns

That rush of youth’s exuberance

Falling slowly to our tolerance

Speeding to our present

Slowly drifting from our past

Haste and chase with vigour

Soon slowly creep with rigour

Sprinting once with eagerness

Slowly settled now in comfort

Tho we dream of rushing once again

Slow fires of love we won’t replace

© Fergus Martin

2012