Poem of the week

ENGLAND'S WAY

Rolling hills and city blocks
church bells and canal locks.

Football chants and rugby roar
terraced house and creaking floor

Made in wood, pot and steel
spinning top and water wheel

Trees of oak and fields of gold
mossy paths and smell of mold

People young and weather cold
heads with hats and men gone bald

Pubs and clubs, straight and gay
those who hope and those who pray

This my friend is England's way.

Book Reviews

Sonia

This author, has a great imagination & life experiences, that you can feel when reading these poems. U can sense a very charismatic guy! U can captivate yourself in his book, from start to finish. There is abit of everyone in at least one of his poems, he has written. It even inspires U to start thinking of or taking up writing abit of poetry yourself, even if u don,t already do so. A great cover! A great book!!

Dawn

I really enjoyed the book. It was fantastic reading,very powerful. I liked Aware, common sense and time. I can relate.

Poem of The Week

SQUIRREL MOST WICKED

Squirrel most wicked
chew through the net
steal all the nuts
and make the birds fret !

Poem of the week

SAMHAIN A NEW DAWN

On the barren misty hill i see your naked slender frame
dancing round the raging flame

Ancient lore repeats its tale as banshee virgins tell and wail of lightened days beginning to fail

Into dark times this feast will lead
to fallen leaves of bygone years nourishing the ground
on which you feed

This Gaelic Samhain November dawn is where i see you dressed to warn
of shortened days and little growth

In future days the chilling north winds will hide the land
in whitened snow
but through its melting a new spring life will begin to grow

So on this night cry out in joy as cleansing is complete

life now stirs another day
beneath your Goddess feet

Poem of the week

THIS HALLOWEEN

This Halloween is set to churn
the hollow souls in hell that burn

Weather worn and wicked wash
masked hidden evil lush

Senseless sizzle of witchy air
as mixing spells are made to scare

Tricksters plot in grime and grott
as they knock on doors and take their lot

Spirits dance in shadows
seeking to improve their perpetual plight
on this October All Hallows night.

Poem of The Week

Love Pump

I am the vein that serves your heart
pumping blood to every part

I am the guardian of you soul
guiding as you full fill your role

I am the source of your creation
feeding your mind with inspiration

Lay down with me in shadow and
we shall truly be cocooned in ecstasy.

Poem of the Week

EARLY WINTER

Sh... the faint wind blows the leaves
back and forth along the breeze.

Night so dark and echo strewn
blitzed with light of the silvery moon

Winter night in Autumn time
shows no mercy on those who's plight
leaves them desolate
unable to fight.

Poem of The Week

INNER SPARKLE

Don't grab the first light you see
Let it flicker
And if it flickers and never glows dim
It is the light that sparkles from within.

Poem of the week

AQUAINTANCES

They come and they go
friend and foe.

Many people you will meet
in work and play
but time will wash away the good times
and hide away the bad.

But when you lose your memories it
surely makes you sad.

"I'll keep in touch"
is the cry
but daily deeds dictate
that such an intended promise will soon evaporate

So when you wonder
where and what was the fate of that forgotten mate
just call them and remember

Tommorrow is to late.

Poem of the Week

The Snake

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
What you would give to have legs like me.

You slither and slide along the deck,
You'd love to see further with a long stout neck.

"Hiss" is your call it warns of your presence
You don't really care whether you scare or deter.

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
If you'd not tempted Eve just think where you might now be !

Poem of the Week

Red Light

Lady of the night
I see your clothes so tight
beneath the glowing light
you offer your delights

Poem of the Week

GIFTED LOVE

Take my heart and hide it
don't let it fade away

Take my spirit and guide it
don't let it play away

Take my love and own it
don't let it fly away

Oh,just keep me in your thoughts
my beaming sunlight ray

Poem of the Week

Wash Out

Wet grass alas the July scorn
Umbrella world from dawn to dawn

Serve one and dash the drops of rain
as Wimbledon flops once again

A rainbow in the clouded sky
brings hope of courts so damp and dry

Appear the warriors ready to die
in sole pursuit of a winning tie.

(No longer applies to Centre court)

Poem of the Week

"MORK" THE PRINCE OF ALL CATS

You show me that your hurting
I see it in your eyes
Your fate is etched upon your face
Time has drifted time wont wait

Look back on all the highs
The bright and sunny days
For your lot has been so precious
You've helped me through my days
You'll always be in my memories
until my dying day.

Goodbye my friend.

Poem of the Week

Twinkle of Twilight

Your heart is hotter than the sun so bright
Your smile singles out each ray of light
Your friends elate at your sparkling sight
As you dance all day and into the night
With every move you express delight
For only you can excite and ignite
‘The Twinkle of Twilight’

Poem of the Week

THE LATE St WALBURGES.

High above the Christian flock stood a church upon a rock
Its rose above the floating clouds as it spiraled up towards the sky.
It raised the hopes of all its people as it cast a shadow over its flock.

Alas the challenge came from above. “The church should close it is no good”
“It doesn’t fit it is to grand, a small breezeblock church is to be planned”

Uproar amongst the City folk and they all stood up and began to croak.
“You can’t shut the church “ what can this mean?
We must all write to the Pope and the Queen”.

The Bishop considered once again he agreed that to shut this church was quite obscene.
But in his mind he had no clue on how to save even a single pew.

Up stood a man who had a vision.
He said “although it is not my decision
I’d develop the land and rent it out
for surely this is better than to sell it for nowt”

The Bishop thought all day and thought all night.
Was this advice wrong or was it right?

At last he awoke from his state of confusion
.
“A mosque will be built and that’s my final conclusion “

Poem of the Week

Picture by Maria Zeidan









THE ROAD OF LIFE

I Was lost
but then i saw a pair of eyes
which led me to explore

I found a road not made of dreams
but a road where clarity
so clearly gleamed

I left my road so filled with pain
a road that twisted with physical strain

I found my road beyond the trees
beyond the cold and echoing breeze

Now as i wander along this road
away from life so filled with strife

I know i have but one remain
my memories etched upon my brain
and from these stains i will but gain
for i shall not make mistakes again.

Poem of the Week

THE MEETING

I tried to box off my love and affection
in a chamber within my heart
But your vision is such that my
suppressed feelings are ignited

You are now swamped by another
a child and domestic life
your spirit is still young and ambitious
you still possess the power to caste such spells
which capture my emotions

To see you makes me sad
My joy is sunk
for I cannot release my longing
into actions and commitment
to obtain my desire

I seek for what i have not known
and long for what love i could have shown

Poem of the Week

POSSESSED

Stare through my sea blue eyes,
Pierce the senses which i strive to mask.
Control me and dictate my longing
Rip apart my predicted path
Pull me towards your abyss alas.

I will, cannot protect myself
from fate dictated by your charms
I am yours , I am disarmed.

Poem of the Week

CRUSH

Oh bonny boy
why do you blush ?
Is it me that you long for ?
Is it my jewels you wish to steal ?

Oh bonny boy
you are so young
I would expose you
I would lead you astray

Oh bonny boy
you have a crush
I see your heart
I see it rush

Oh bonny boy
I am so old
I have lived so long
my heart is cold

Oh bonny boy
I am a woman
you are but a son
Move on bye
with a younger woman you must lie

Oh bonny boy
do not cry
it is for you
that i should deny.

Poem of the Week

Chapter of love

Come before me
seven years have past
you rejected my love and walked away
I knew this new romance was a fake
I know you'll never admit to me or yourself this was the case
Only you know there was only one love , albeit it was destructive
but alas it wasn't explored
Now this chapter has failed and you are alone again
you'll strive to fill your void.
It is to my detriment that i am still a failure to you
I cannot walk from my circumstance
I cry in my heart as i feel you also do
You will not show your feelings
you are so proud
If you showed me your weakness it would fail to surprise
My friend and my soul mate you will always be
but until i decide my future and you admit your desire i fear we will die before we are as we should be ,
a union, a partnership
a destiny of endless love.

Poem of the Week

ESCAPE ITS NEVER TO LATE

You sit by the bar
Aware of your fate
Scared by your feelings
Tortured by your pain
I can only hold you
I can call your name
I can love you
But i can’t take your journey, in the main
Long days and long nights all merge into one
As you hit the bottle to scared to run
One day you will find the door
Through which you will depart
I may be the door man
But you can not wait
You should and need
“To escape”.

Poem of the Week

LOVE ACROSS THE OCEAN

You are to me a love so free
You drive my thoughts with musical glee

I engage with you in every way
I join with you entwined in play

Although you are so far away
I long for you each night each day.

Time will pass and days will go
I will not sleep until we sow

And when one day I cross the ocean
You will see for yourself my deep devotion

Our hearts will merge and reward our endeavour
and we will embrace in bodily pleasure

When the night turns to day
dawn will break with sun touched rays
and alas our destiny will be on its way

Poem of the Week

Love Tor

I remember, I can’t forget
Our climb up Black Hill
The light was your voice
As you led me by the hand.
This night i became your Heathcliffe

Possessed for all time by your vision.
I will never be without you
You are still my destiny
You are my goal
Without your love i am not whole .

My tainted heart aches to beat once more
The way it did on Black hill Tor
We will again share the moon
It may be distant, it may be soon
But either way i’ll not forget
How we danced in tune.
With no regret.

Poem of the Week

The Slug

Oh you lucky snail, when the rain came down you hid in your shell
I got wet but what the hell
It’s summer; I smell the marigolds in full bloom
Off we go, it’s a race, let our bellies wriggle for first place
Oh I’m a lucky slug, no heavy shell on my shoulder blades
What’s this upon the ground ?Short and round, tastes quite good
Oh dear I’m feeling queer
Oh you lucky snail upon the marigold stem

Poem of the week

Golf
A solid ball a metal club is all you need to play the game of golf.
A lot of luck and natural ability does make the game seem easy,
but for the masses that partake this easy game many are often driven crazy
It is sold to many as a way of relaxation but lengthy spells in long grass can turn into frustration
Pimping trousers worn by many are a distance from their suited appearance
This escape from reality ensures that they can behave without their sanity
As a member of the club one can rub shoulders with duke and dame but back in civilian life a bank clerk they remain
Ladies rooms and Gentleman’s rooms segregate the sexes
Men drink and crack rude jokes, while ladies play bridge and talk of their domestics
For many to be Captain is a prize, an honour beyond their wildest dreams, for in reality they cannot shine so in the golf club they reign supreme
The power of captain or committee man can soon address their life’s gaping hole
They soon enforce their weekend powers to pounce upon the poor soul who dares to break the club’s sacred dress code

Number 1 spot

At 4pm today Love life mystery achieved its highest position in the Amazon charts reaching the number 1 position in the inspiration and religious section.

Book Signing Success

Mrs Richardson proprietor of the Scroll book shop stated "This was the most successful book signing event in 30 years ever held at the small independent book store" The small traditional book shop sits proudly in the centre of Kirkham.

Several signed copies of the book will be held in the store and this will be a regular high street outlet for the book. As valentines approaches this is an ideal present for any loved one.

BOOK SIGNING DATES AND VENUE

James Larkhill
will be signing copies of his new book

LOVE LIFE MYSTERY
at
The Scroll Bookshop
66 Poulton Street, Kirkham
from 10am - onwards
on Saturday the 7th February, 2009

http://www.lep.co.uk/news/Story-shorts--140108.4873192.jp

LOVE LIFE MYSTERY

Life —Through The Eyes Of A Poet

LOVE LIFE MYSTERY — an inspired book of poetry that spot lights the abundant spectrum of life by poet and author, James Larkhill.

(Down River)
River circles come and go
Drifting waters gently flow
Around the rocks
and down wind blow
Through the valley lands below
—James Larkhill

Larkhill reflects on the different stages of his life in this exceptional collection of poems. He shares his imaginative and creative views and reveals his vision of life in an inspiring and poetically relatable style.

Publisher’s website: Eloquent Books


About the Author:
Author and poet James Larkhill is a visionary with an imaginative streak. He appreciates and records his life experiences and has been inspired by all those around him. James Larkhill, 42, was brought up in a small village in Lancashire England. He decided in his mid 30s to share his experiences and thoughts with others and hopefully create enjoyment. He now lives in Preston in Lancashire.

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