Bleaney Poems

Obsequious, and gorged on words, he straightens faded dust jackets: Barthes, de Beauvoir, Brautigan. Thin skeins of nicotine dissipate over ancient oak, whispers echo amongst carved shelves. Thoughts weave their tangled web through the melancholic mess of his marching mind.

He is still leaning, without arms, on legs doomed to be broken. His profession is lively death, solitude and cold. He remembers nothing from his far past, except for birds’ songs, the rustle of pale leaves, the bubble of a

Like I want to erase the fear before I light a remote fire in the blue veins. Actually this was the crisis of self pride in manic depression seeking the anonymity of toes tracing the footpath. Becoming a paper-boat in

He did not want to climb the spiral helix, a son will be born without him. He said I want to become my father and see the decline. How far shall we go to investigate? An infant wrapped up in plastic

Aye, the rose stands alone with subtle powers to atone solitude and faith, will behold love between souls unfold Sadness flees, hands clutch tears melt away, hearts touch lips meet, with a tender grace two people face, lovingly embrace Silent

Long lazy day Cool summer nights Skipping along Flying emotional kites Eyes gaze your way Is it really you A fluttering hope Leaving me blue My heart skips a beat How do I compare Eyes down to feet A flower

Your first look when I encountered in the college library I lost my consciousness and forgot my mission Your deep blue eyes were searching chemistry equations in an old organic chemistry book and your naive and candid face made me

Dancing lightning, hovering clouds with thunder sound, silver liquid drops of rain piercing on the ground. Summon the saga of romance to my heart’s core, and disseminate my longing for you like forest fire. Sweet smelling breeze floods through the

My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled

Give me a moment of pause in this eerie lull, I do not want to call it a day. The blind fist had provoked the shrine, before the lips started demanding the dazzling kiss of a knife, pure cut-out neck

There was a boy.. and.. there was a girl… The boy was a Panther chasing wild dreams… The girl was a deer, dreaming mild love… He was roaring on a bright day in the mountains of cloudy world… She was

I dream that you Face head on all the troubles that come your way And you love yourself a little more everyday In the shoes of your enemy walk a mile And always find reasons to smile Have fun but

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

I look for a pair of blue goggles, The ones that gleam brightly : I long to wear them, and see the world, as I may fancy! But a world that is blue, Is not what I wish to see.

The fragrance of Spring sweetly scents the air, And creeks are running full of melted snow, My eyes could not keep foolishly from glare, Of early morning sun’s radiating glow; More buds have opened up, aroused from sleep, To greet

World of maze ? Fuzzy is the world about mess in the cosmos where the mass amasses gross income that almost abates the flux in values fore grounded in the spinals of mortals. Crazy is the youth on the online

What is a jewel? What do they truly represent? We mostly see jewels as materialistic items, something that glitters, something that showers money. For me, a jewel is more than those things but serves as a true example of loyalty

In my pursuit of glory, success, fame and bliss, I saw the path ahead torn apart in the darkest of lies, demons, deception and despair… I realized my old self crumbling; leaving a shrewder me: a fascist by choice… Yet

Another day the sun has rise, Giving a new glory to the life: A new day, a new beginning, Start up with a positive thinking. Sun is at the top of head It’s not the time to go to bed:

Follow the flight of a sparrow Shall skip, with peg as arrow Jumps from branch to branch Moves inch by inch Jumps from land to tree Singing so free Slide to lure his pair Glide to catch his share Floats

My love touches no shivers down my spine. Inside her eyes I see no glint of sun; Not one tomorrow waited there in line. Her ways befit that of a disguised nun; Or she could be a rose, a briar

Oh My Love, though we are individually two our hearts have mingled to become one I have nothing more in my possession to surrender to you as you have snatched away both my body and soul making me a non

Her company recalls of strolls ….beneath mid-morning skies, Sheltered by canopy of clouds ….which stays but can demise, Her heart that always feels for birds ….the meaning of their cries, For bees if they have hives uncared ….so honey never

To the twinkling star, so far away. I cannot reach as I pray! For safety in your present state, Amongst a land of hate! Tears glaze my eyes,I reminisce our growing up. Denial fills my mind, I refuse to believe.

A school in a village without any pastel – Divine Child which never cares for riel Strives for excellence. Does propel The children upwards and rebel Against injustice gigantic or sea shell; Strives to let its stars and carvings excel

Inspiration, a nest of love, robust, tough, and polite, the queen of queens, and its only right, yet I feel wrong, for in this life, I was not able to treat you right, all the diamonds in this earth do

She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls If you should decide to

Bring me no more ambrosia, please, no more, Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink, Of Graces’ dances, spare me no encore, And Muses’ songs next time, not now, I think; Tell Apollo to mute his lyre today,

Strong aural presence of our love pervades Our place of rendezvous despite the years, The past, or the recall of it, invades My peace with stark nostalgia that it bears; Can we forget the rose pressed to your face? When

All the pain inside me is enough to break a life But I am still going strong – not giving up the fight. I do believe in power of love. He will give us the light from above. That brings

Far before the time we’re in, a tribe had lost their Khoisan king, who led his tribe, and led him well, compassionate king with love for all, for he made sure they’re nicely fed. For this king was a thoroughbred,

Dear Husband… We had just started our lives together Hopes to pick & dreams to gather Confused I saw my correctness suffer Irritated your freedom found a dictator; Changing ourselves for better & worse We were just learning to tighten

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

When you knock on my doors with aurora of a dawn, I know you have come with the rosy showers, When you knock on my doors with aurora of dusk, I know you have come with sweet white flowers, My

Into the mountain I look and see, beautiful creatures, I behold and thee, with tall trees and green grass that’s smiling at me. Into the mountain I wash my face and drink it’s fresh water, a clear blue sky gazing

What is the thing of poverty, of frozen pain, fury under the snow, between fire and rain? You come on the surface to breathe, douse with petrol and show off a flame. A slum of emotions burns with rage. The

Wide awake, I dream, In that land I try to scream, Here I can’t feel a thing, It hurts, I can feel the pain. Blood is flowing down, I can feel it on my skin, The pain comes from within,

Trapped in staircase, huddled in dark, you cannot go up. you cannot go down. The succession wars have started again. Bending the laws, molesting, disowning. The predator will get away eating the gold, the paradise. You are left with the

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you

Trapped in your body a city starts screaming. The master has broken off a huge iceberg. An Antarctica is burning like hermitage from the spark of a red robe. Lips are riddled with lies. No face is left to smile.