Enceladus

Saturn’s mysterious moon – Enceladus!

Oh! Please, won’t you enamour us?

With your many geysers and oceans,

Forgive us, our humble emotions.

 

The thought of hidden water and wonder,

Far, from our quivering Earth’s thunder…

Covered in ice, you shining space mirror,

Oh! How you reflect the sky’s shimmer.

 

Tell! How did your silver shores feel?

When Cassini your beauty did reveal?

Images of your secret treasure troves,

Sent back to human’s screens in droves.

 

What more to know and discover…?!

Will you be our lonely planet’s lover?

Until then we will continue to adore,

You, the great Enceladus, evermore.

© K.N.Liddington

Love?

Relentless. Desire.

Pulses through my veins like wildfire.

Perpetual confliction.

Is this, at last, my carnal erudition?

Considerate destruction.

My heart held hostage in its abduction.

Eternal bliss.

In the leathered tongues of your kiss.

Utter devastation.

My mind welcomes its final damnation.

© K.N.Liddington

The Walk

The sky was pink-turning-mauve, shaded clouds and the sun’s last kiss as dusk rises to taste it. The city stares on,  weaving and shaping below and I, walk.

Here are the boys on the corner smoking weed and eyeing women. Here’s the unclaimed person cursing under their breath or at the top of their lungs. There are the school kids messing around before dinner. There’s the business woman powering past with tormented precision. Here is the zombie, the screen slave, walking into you and never knowing you’re there. There are the pub-goers, the belchers, the football followers. Here’s the exhausted shop-keep who always smiles but never for himself. There are the young pros, lapping up the after work drinks and pretending they only smoke when they’ve had a few, prancers and posers, with all the optimism of unchecked youth. Here’s the proud new owner of a pizza place, that’s already sick of the smell, rethinking his hopes and questioning his dreams.

There’s my door, my wooden door.

So, one last glance at that perfect sunset, that unique skyscape and life flitting on below.

The utter wonder of it all: the transience, the fragility, the unending diversity and the wry predictability. What could possibly be more beautiful than that; the multi toned splendor of all those faces and stories, the simple beauty of the sky at sunset and the grey, ground, grit of this city. London.

© K.N.Liddington

The Dromedary

There in the budded musk,

Sanded brown at dusk.

Defiant pillars to the winds,

Bountiful strength within.

 

Alone – in the hot, thick night,

Nought but downy dunes in sight.

There go the silent shepherds,

In their slow, musky herds.

 

Hail – the dromedary! Creatures quite extraordinary.

Camelus dromedarius, gentle and mysterious.

© K.N.Liddington

Us

How many evenings have we lost?

Time gone by and to what cost?

 

A thousand times I’ll wish,

For us, to be more, than this.

 

Instead, the gap grows…

The devil’s plan, he knows.

 

If only you could hear!

My heart, held by fear.

 

Forward – lies us apart.

So far, from our start.

 

Unless love can beat time

And these words redefine.

 

Then perchance we will find

Us, once more entwined.

 

© K.N.Liddington

Médecins sans Frontières

Les Médecins sans frontières

N’ont pas peur des barrières,

Sont là pour nous aider,

Nous rendre et  nous protégér.

Les sauveteurs en guerre,

L’enfant blessé crie pour sa mère…

Les médecins, nos sœurs et frères,

Réparent les cœurs parmi les pierres.

Au nom du bien de l’être humain,

Dans ce monde parfois malsain,

Apparaissent nos vrais anges gardiens,

Mes héros et les tiens.

© K.N.Liddington

Away

It was a balmy, sunlit day when she and ship set forth,

Knowing nought but the stars and the bearings of the compass’s course.

 

Away, away, to shimmer on the silken sea.

Away, away, from man and society she did flee.

 

Off she took to the valiant, vast oceans,

To encounter flying fish and dolphins.

 

Alone and determined aboard her trusty vessel,

Happy and smiling as the south winds savor the sail.

 

Adventure and discovery far from earthly ties,

Just like Thoreau, below the unending skies.

© K.N.Liddington

 

Bougainvillea

The winds brushing the palm trees,

Singing our soft and silent ease.

The warm painted walls dispel,

The clanging toll of London’s bell.

Sand and sea entice and murmur,

Could your cares and worries be further?

The muffled echoes of tranquil streets,

Caress and offer sun-kissed treats.

Heaven, heaven am I really here?

Did that darkling cloud truly clear?

Spanish guitar and sweet-iced sangria,

Blessed in the boughs of violet bougainvillea.

© K.N.Liddington

 

Poesy

Words trip down the page…

Healing the hurt of an age,

Poetry above all can save,

The brokenhearted brave.

 

Whether its that song,

Or a quote from bygones,

Those words, that saying,

The melody of  piano playing,

Poetry in all its forms,

Sweet solace, glory-born.

The passing of peace,

From each-to-each.

 

Rejoice in the soothing,

The delicious oozing,

Of unctuous words musing

The thrills of our choosing.

© K.N.Liddington

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DLTBGYD

Oh, they huff and they puff,

When the going gets tough.

The bastards will get you down,

Point, laugh and make you the clown.

 

They’ll whisper something nastily,

Concealed amongst quaint niceties.

When your gut’s felt the punch –

Well, they enjoy it a whole bunch.

 

The naysayers,  the truth takers,

The nice makers, the game players.

Well, don’t let them see you hurt,

Don’t let them tread you into the dirt.

 

It’s no use, pay them no mind,

First and foremost to yourself be kind.

Keep and cherish your inner child,

Only you can know your own smile.

 

Love you for you, as others should too!

Love the ones you know to be true.

Stay strong  and ever steadfast –

Tin soldier, you’ll find some peace at last.

© K.N.Liddington