By Stanley Collymore The Windsors: A typical dysfuncti… British family that would be just… home, on your average council estate with multiple ruined marria…
I’m not yet ready I’m not ready to be split open I’m not ready to find you’re still… Let me believe I healed Let me believe you were consigned…
Wondering, dead or life. Confused and insane, hoping Its just a dream. Followed my ste… And found my way back unto “light”… Searched, found and lost my better…
Cometh the eve, cometh the strange… Upon winds o’er the feather and ta… flesh did splinter that great oak,… To remove ones shroud, ones veil. Shadows bent and limbered across t…
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for th...
Scry the nature fire’s lover, Look straight forward for another, Hold your attention to dimensions… Any intention for the Earth to dw… In close direction to the needs of…
The future now I saw you see Awoke I will I would agreed Later when I was awakened I’ll wished for what’s already tak… Thinking would one day before
Yes, men and women For their children, makes this wor… Protective and wide
The year is on the wing, my love, With tearful days and nights; The clouds are on the wing above With gathering swallow-flights. The year is on the wing, my sweet,
Amidst love’s journey, conflicts a… Tackling trials, growth coherently… Within struggles, our radiance shi… Through understanding, we live wit… We mend; wounds heal, strength app…
Strange that we use Out of order for broken and for breaking the rules As if the Coke machine
ON thy grey bark, in witness of m… I carve Miranda’s cypher—Beauteou… Graced with the lovely letters of… Henceforth be sacred to my love an… Though the tall elm, the oak, and…
By Stanley Collymore I readily confess to being a paedo… doesn’t in any way make me an evil… from a physical, mental and even t… perceived public perception that w…
Could I borrow the laverock’s lif… Or the silvery song from the black… Then would I warble the whole day… Telling, in floods of passionate s… How worlds might tremble, or skies…
A million times I see the image running through my head. My soul filled with desolation. I keep rereading the letter. Trying to find the answer. And I find nothing. Filled with fury in ...
He remembers loving her lost in an orchard peaches, pears, apricots falling on his head every day
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life… O’er joys that God hath for a sea… Perchance to try thy spirit, and i… Effeminate soul and base! weakly t… There lies no desert in the land o…
(Switzerland) BEHOLD a temple builded not by… Columns of mist, all shimmering wi… Stream heavenward from the deep-cu… Between the mountains, and the vau…
Is there some way that we can live… In both the present and the past, And if we could, does that mean, The future’s a shadow cast, Yet can all three somehow be found…
Virtue is Virtue, writ in ink or… And Duty, Honour, Valour, are th… Whether they cheer the thundering… Up echoing hills of Alma, or, mor… Walk with her in that band where s…
A man who loves you honestly and who worship the ground you walk on, who is not afraid to say that is my woman, with pride nd confidence... trust me that man is a keeper, no one is perf...
And he was the start of a flame th… Her days were spent longing... her… This was something that she could… It was like looking into the sun a… It was wrong and she had always be…
The low bay melts into a ring of s… And slips it on the shore’s reluct… Though in an hour the tide will tu… Forsaking her because the moon per… But the black wood that leans and…
Closer and closer draw thou to my… Thou hast more need of love than e… Since first thy feet upon this pat… A serious need, that will not be d… A drop of dew will wake the rose’s…
Her darkness fell, before her day… But now, profounder light’s illite… She needs no eyes, she learns to f… The drifting see who random flower… A footsore wanderer wearing the fi…
My tent stands in a garden Of aster and golden-rod, Tilled by the rain and the sunshin… And sown by the hand of God, - An old New England pasture
Lost in a world of my own, Words are all I’ve ever known, Writing each day poem by poem, Letting out feelings from deep wit… Laughters and cries,
I can’t give up just know. I can’t. This time I will rise, this time I can’t back down. This heart have been on hold,
If silence, is golden, what, of ne… What of, the life we have, what of… What of, true happiness, what of,… Do you follow, your heart, or foll… Can, I, love another, if I can no…