‘The Allure of Deformity’

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NOTE: This is a poem I recently submitted to a poetry magazine – unfortunately it didn’t make the cut, but I hope you enjoy it. This was somewhat inspired by the themes within Charles Baudelaire’s collection of poems, The Flowers of Evil.

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The Allure of Deformity

Weeds thrive in winter winds
Tangling beauty in cruel bind
Just like the dark thoughts twisting
In the deepest confines of the mind.
But who decides what is a flower
And what is a wretched weed
To callously cut and cast aside?
Who judges the sanctity of thought
And spits at words deemed impure?

There is an untapped beauty in it all
In every ponder, plant or creature
A buried goodness beneath sheer evil
And equally malice in the meekest eyes.
Neither can be without the other
There is always the enduring opposite
That clouds sight to the unjudging whole.

But our lives have long been drawn
In the stubborn shades of black and white
Blinding us to believe all is a battle
When reality yearns to unite.

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Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘Poolside’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘pool’ poem.

Bit late this week, due to…stuff happening. And no I’m not slacking – I did write a poem for last week’s prompt as well, but ended up entering that one for submission to a magazine, so I’ll wait on the result of that before posting that one. Anyway – a nice chilled poem for the end of the week for you:

Poolside

Only by the side of the pool
Can I make sense of it all
The calming little bubble
That real life can’t break through
Innocent days I faintly recall
Return after I leap in the blue
My fading spirit born anew
In the water soothingly cool.

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 20: ‘Temptation of the Vine’ #aprpad

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As so aptly demonstrated by Hedonismbot

Day 20’s prompt:  Take a line from an earlier poem (preferably from this month) to begin your poem for today.

Hm, an interesting prompt this one! I opted to take the first two lines from the second verse of Day 6’s poem, to use as the first two lines of this one. Enjoy the result…

Temptation of the Vine

It was not the expected apple
So bland and ordinary to me now
That aroused my wicked side,
Leading me wildly astray
From conformity’s domain
And whet my appetite to disobey…

No, it was a darker taste
Which tickled my tongue that day;
The seductive and hedonistic grape
Swallowed and suckled with abandon
By so many kings and deities,
Dropped in their mouths, scandalously
By wench and servant-boy alike.

Even crushed it is a delight,
Within the magical elixir that is wine,
And solid, so much more elegant to bite
Than the clumsy crunch of an apple.
To me, it is the true fruit of temptation
And an image more tantalisingly pleasing
Than the supposed forbidden fruit of yore.

Last year’s poem for Day 20: ‘The Harshest Taskmaster’

I actually performed this one at a poetry slam – see the video below (and I may have added some swearing, just to warn you 😉 )

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, avaliable NOW!

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 15: ‘I Am a Tree’ #aprpad

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Day 15’s prompt: Write a ‘metaphor’ poem

I Am a Tree

I am a tree
Standing calm and serene,
The silent and eternal observer,
Rarely an active participator,
Preferring to passively absorb
The world happening around me.

However I am surely helpless against
The raging flames of others
Whose insensitive ire
And burning mockery
Shall surely scorch and mark
A sensitive soul such as me.

While outwardly I may not react,
Inwardly I shed tears
For the destructive intent
So inherent in the world
And fear for the future
Of the forest of the caring few.

Many will fail to notice we’ve gone
Until it is too late to escape
The smoky and choking air
Made of their own hatred and despair.

Last year’s poem for Day 15: ‘The Woman Left Behind’

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, avaliable NOW!

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Revisiting the Shenmue Saga 

Excellent analysis on what makes this series great

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I’ve wrote about Shenmue quite a bit recently, but with the year now being 2018 and a producer of the game reconfirming on Twitter that the game will be released later this year … damn, I’m excited! 

Although I’m grateful that we are finally getting a third installment of the game, I do strongly urge Sega to allow the first two games to be remastered in HD as a way of of allowing new gamers to experience the adventure on current-gen consoles, and existing fans to relive their Shenmue experience one more time before embarking on Shenmue 3. 

Fans of the Shenmue franchise have been waiting almost two decades for the third game to be released, and as we are reaching the end of our journey to play it – much like how Ryo Hazuki is reaching the end of his own journey – we must remember why Shenmue is…

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Weds poetry prompt: ‘Open Mic Night’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘recognition’ poem

Open Mic Night

I scan the crowd as I speak,
Hoping to claw a chuckle
Or at least a little snicker
From the expectant faces
Of my vast and sudden audience,
Praying that some will relate
To my own rambling take
On society’s sorry state,
Finally with relief I spy
A brief flash of recognition
In at least one pair of eyes
And with relief I sigh
Thankful that someone
Gets what the hell I’m trying to say.

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, avaliable NOW!

Paperback – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Awakening-Selection-Poems-Stuart-Peacock/dp/1911476335

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Weds poetry prompt: ‘Chasing the Days’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘big event’ poem

Chasing the Days

With bated breath we await
Some achingly distant date
Whether an exotic escape
Or simple shift in daily fate.
The weeks before all fade
Into gruelling hours of grey,
Then colour returns upon the day
That vague desires have made,
Ceasing the torment and pain
Until there is another day to chase.

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, avaliable NOW!

Paperback – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Awakening-Selection-Poems-Stuart-Peacock/dp/1911476335

eBook-: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M