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Shamble Man.
Shamble Man - A Poem.
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Shamble Man
From the dark nameless Land
Shamble Man
Evil's left hand
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Shamble Man
A bag of skin and bone
Shamble Man
A grip of stone
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Shamble Man
Bane of the Fae
Shamble Man
You cannot run away
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Shamble Man
Comes out only at night
Shamble Man
Dark foe of Light
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Shamble Man
Music's taste he does lust
Shamble Man
Sate it he must
.
Shamble Man
Feasting upon magic
Shamble Man
Your end, tragic
.
Shamble Man
When you see his eyes red
Shamble Man
Soon you'll be dead
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Shamble Man
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So The End Draws Nigh
So The End Draws nigh - A Poem.
So the end draws nigh
A final goodbye
As life starts to fade
Do not be afraid
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Life will start anew
A fine point of view
As you are called home
Your flesh turns to loam
.
But I shall not weep
As they dig down deep
For you are better
Freed from earths fetter
.
I'll see you again
When cut is my chain
In glory we'll meet
Beneath His high seat.
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The Lonely Recluse.
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You Talk Of Love.
You Talk Of Love - A Poem.
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You talk of love
When all you know is lust
You talk of love
Your every word is dust
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Yet they fall for you
As you trample on them
Yet they fall for you
Their pains fatal stem
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You talk of giving
When all you do is take
You talk of giving
As you drown them in a lake
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Yet they fall for you
As you trample on them
Yet they fall for you
Their pains fatal stem
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You are a locust
Feeding on their pain
You are a locust
Bathing in their shame
.
Yet they fall for you
As you trample on them
Yet they fall for you
Their pains fatal stem
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Hush Now My Little Child
Hush Now My Little Child - A Poem.
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Hush now my little child
Be not so loud and wild
Fall to sleep so gently
Don't think so intently
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Be still now tender one
Sleep now till light of sun
Still now, don't toss and turn
Don't cause any concern
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Stay now my wee munchkin
Doze off with a sweet grin
Let no bad thought disturb
Let your sleep be superb
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Go to sleep now young squib
All rug'd up in your crib
As my rhyme comes to end
To dreams your thoughts should bend
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When Your World Falls Apart.
When Your World Falls Apart - A Poem.
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What do you do when your world falls apart?
Do you sit and cry, hope for a new start?
Do you get up and go, try fix your heart?
What do you do when your world falls apart?
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Will you just roll up and die all alone?
Curled up in your pride's hard empty throne
With a choker of tears as cold as stone
Will you just roll up and die all alone?
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What do you do when your world falls apart?
Do you sit and cry, hope for a new start?
Do you get up and go, try fix your heart?
What do you do when your world falls apart?
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Can you stand up to fight and never give in?
Keep your feet running, determined to win
And still be there when the screen fades to "fin"
Can you stand up to fight and never give in?
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What do you do when your world falls apart?
Do you sit and cry, hope for a new start?
Do you get up and go, try fix your heart?
What do you do when your world falls apart?
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The Lonely Recluse.
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Twisiting and Turning
Twisting and Turning - A Poem
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Twisting and turning
Branding and burning
Waxing and waning
Faking and feigning
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And so turns the world
A beaker being whirled
All blended to fun
All together one.
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Another Sleepless Night (full)
Another Sleepless Night - A story (finishing off an old piece)
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Water drips from the ceiling.
She's left the tap on again.
I get up off the futon, it's not like I'd been sleeping, just trying, and failing.
As ever.
She always seems to leave the tap on if I stay on the futon, I don't know why, but she does.
I open the door and start climbing up stairs, not bothering turning the lights on – I know the way.
I open the bathroom door and, sure enough, the tap is running and the bath is overflowing.
Another sleepless night.
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                                     Why does he always try to sleep on the futon?
                                 
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Love.
Love - A poem
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You say you want my love
I offer you my heart
I'll take it out my chest
And offer it to you
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Still Beating
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You ask me for a rose
I offer you my blood
Inside my beating heart
I offer you my heart
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Still bleeding
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You demand chocolates
I offer you my life
Wrapped in my warm blood
I offer you my blood
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Still pumping
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You say you want my love
You ask me for a rose
You demand chocolates
To see my affection
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What a joke
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I offer you my heart
I offer you my blood
I offer you my life
Yet you are disgusted
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What a joke
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You don't understand love
It isn't shown with a rose
Nor bought with chocolate
None of these things show love
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You blind fool
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Love is given with heart
Love is shown with spilt blood
Love is bought with a life
That is love worth having
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Sacrifice is Love
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Happy Valentine's Day.
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The Lonely Recluse.
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Caffeine
Caffeine - A Poem.
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It's routine
That my queen
Is Caffeine
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You'll agree
She makes me
Feel so free
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So foreseen
That's my queen
The Caffeine
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I Say Scarlet Blood.
I Say Scarlet Blood, A Poem
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I say "Scarlet Blood"
You laugh in my face
Say you are an empty space
I see that which should
You see naught but mud
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I offer my all
But you don't see that
From the pit in which you're sat
Shout to you in scrawl
Don't stay in your pall.
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I Do Apologise
I Do Apologise, A Poem.
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I do apologise
For my apparent demise
But it is not yet time
For my fatal last rhyme.
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A Year Has Gone
A Year Has Gone - A Poem.
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A year has gone
A year has passed
A year has gone
What a blast
Another year to come
Another year to go
Another year to come
It shall not be slow
Poems have sang
Prose has roared
Poems have sang
Parts even soared
More verse to write
More lines to work
More verse to write
And fill with quirk
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How Brashly Humanity Walks
How Brashly Humanity Walks - A Short Story, An Intro.
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How brashly humanity walks, unknowing that among them walk not prey like they, but predators. Predators in the same skins as humanity, the only thing distinguishing them being their minds. Their unfearing, killing minds – the tempests, fires and avalanches, the carbon monoxides, cyanides and arsenics, the loud and the silent, walking among the ignorant people, the ignorant prey.
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As The Beat Begins To Play
As The Beat Begins To Play - A Poem
Here marks one year of writing poetry
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As the beat begins to play
I begin to sway
My mind starts to fray
As the beat begins to play
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As the music spins around
I can't hear a sound
I've become unbound
As the music spins around.
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As the actors come to dance
The world does advance
I lie in a trance
As the actors come to dance
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As it all fades to an end
The world it does mend
My mind does transcend
As it all fades to an end
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Another Sleepless Night
Another Sleepless Night - A Short Story.
To make you think, please feel free to put your view of the backstory as a comment
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Water drips from the ceiling.
She's left the tap on again.
I get up off the futon, it's not like I'd been sleeping, just trying, and failing.
As ever.
She always seems to leave the tap on if I stay on the futon, I don't know why, but she does.
I open the door and start climbing up stairs, not bothering turning the lights on – I know the way.
I open the bathroom door and, sure enough, the tap is running and the bath is overflowing.
Another sleepless night.
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Carpe Diem et Carpe Noctem
Carpe Diem et Carpe Noctem - A Pair Of Poems.
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Enter the fray
Seize the day
Chase after life
Run through strife
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Carpe Noctem – Seize The Night
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Don't enter the fight
Just slowly seize the night
Others can run round
Less speed, less haste that's sound.
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I am one who will make you pay,
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So who am I?
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One who lets you die,
Leaves you without a sound...
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I am the last of my kind,
but to you it seems the same,
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Repent!
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God says so!
So?
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For peace.
Peace.
The silence rang in our ears,
Peace confirmed.
Now what, Captain?
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Rest.
In.
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Screech when I'm mad
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Recall that once, when near your end,
This crooked bow held softer things,
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Why does the muse seem to flitter in and out of lives, one minute theres so many poems in my head, and ever a few bits of prose, the next there's nothing? Why is inspiration so fickle? Why am I even writing this out as a journal entry? Any one want to give me a suggestion about how to get inspiration. I'll even do some (free) requests if you want me to, though I won't promise anything absolutely amazing.
  • Listening to: The cogs grinding together in my mind
  • Reading: The Poetic Edda

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The Lonely Recluse
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United Kingdom
The Lonely Recluse - A man who tries write poetry and prose.
I’m not a poet, I’m not an author

But these words oft flow like water

To England I was bestowed

But my mind is my abode

I'm also found at lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com or on facebook (search Baird Scriven the eye gives me away)

Current Residence: england
Favourite genre of music: most genres are equal
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sewandrere Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday :D
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sewandrere Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry it's tomorrow :/ well... Happy birthday in advance :cake: :party:
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PhotoPhantom6015 Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2012
Thanks for the fave of Christ follower!
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LonelyRecluse Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You deserved it :).
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jamyjamj Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Student Writer
Thanks for all the faves :D
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LonelyRecluse Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
As ever, you only got them because you deserved them :)
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ancientpoet Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2012
Thx again for the favs buddy :)
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jamyjamj Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2012  Student Writer
thanks for all of the faves :D
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LonelyRecluse Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No worries, you deserved them.
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DeiSophia Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Your poetry is really good, was interesting to see that you aren't submitting to groups though. Is this a personal choice? You should really try market your poetry out, to get more exposure, am sure lots of people would love to read your stuff, but just aren't aware of it. Try join #OnlyPoetry #The-Writers-Review or any of the other myriad clubs that are out there!
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