Five Poems - Brian R Walker

Brian Walker

1) Silence

Silence runs through my veins
giving me the energy to work
within this Requiem Mass I live in.
Tranquillity is like a wondrous concerto
as sound disrupts my whole being – And
then the world seems to be caving in on me -

Silence such a humble ensemble still,
I need this to get me through the light when
night comes, then darkness overpowers the day…

Silence is so idyllic for me, where words -
flutter around in the air as if on angels wings
music is something that drowns me, I’m dead!

Silence silence I crave for it every day
throw away that sound of music
let me live in solitary confinement -
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2) Phoenix

I have nothing to declare today
but my agony -
this thing is sweeping through my whole
like a tornado whipping up everything in its path
pouring out its grief like left overs from a banquet

Today I have nothing to speak about
only my screams communicate with me,
the outside world is like a numbness -
it pulls me through backwards…
then spits me out again.

I have no pain, for pain is purely for the living.

Love has forsaken me today
abandoned me, left me for dead
my heart bears this heavy burden that…
needs to ignite -

Only then
will I succumb to new life and be reborn
like the Phoenix…
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3) Flowers Of Life 

  My life is like a bowl of flowers
  many colors when you're with me
  lifting my life -
  with a sweet smelling fragrance.

  I water you each day
  to keep you fresh and sweet smelling,
  throw the sunlight on your face
  to keep you smiling...

  Sadly the flowers
  don't last forever,
  they have a lifetime span...then perish.

  Petals start to fall
  and the blooms turn yellow and brown with age
  nothing can regenerate this timeless process -

  But over this time love can become strong
  like two red roses it can cherish...and
  grow better year after year, until the final day -
  When both need re-planting!
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4) Day Of Forgiveness 

 The sun bleeds today with a million sins
for those who turned on the prophet lord
come let the golden horn of Abraham blow
while the fragrant moon casts rose petals at his feet

The mantle of the world shines upon the golden moon
while shadows are passing from light to shade
echo’s are shattering what evil is coming soon.
As Angels play in the pastures within the glade…

Let your eyes bow in surrender upon this scene
lift your hearts, hear the voice of forgiveness
get rid of your sins on this day and be free
as God descends with all his angels you see…
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5) Breath of The Lion...

Come listen to the wind
as it blows across the desert plains
it is the voice of Allah whispering
come take my hand and be baptized -

His breath is that of a lion
sweeping up the sand, making carpet hills.
His fingers are claws of iron
that no one can ever kill.

So turn the pages of the holy book
read your prayers each day he says
then you’ll never ever be mistook
standing alone in the archway…

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Poems by Brian Walker

Brian Walker

1) This Lingering Heart

My heart grinds to a halt today, why?
Because my dearest you have left me
my one hope of being alive is gone forever…

I now stare out of this plate glass prison
where isolation is my sole enemy, but -
He is my only friend throughout the long lingering days

I have no need for food, for food only consoles the need that…
You’re no longer with me, and I want to die a thousand torments.
My god, if only I could be punished like Prometheus for my sins?

I would readily suffer his fate tenfold in this life to know
there could be a hope you may return to me with your smile.

A dream I know, as I alone, took your life away that dreadful night...

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2) Days Together

Warm sun, bright scene
colours focused in full intensity
brought to life by loving you
sun shining through outstretched oak leaves
flashing and exploding in brilliant hue above your head.

A touch of your hand like fire
our bodies molded in quiet joy
above a skylark calls
and the wind caresses the trees

Underground the streams of love
tumble and fall into a secret place
not to be found again.

Heads pressed to the ground
searching for a day’s emotion now lost.
Crouched under umbrellas
earth getting wetter by the minute
only a minute before the sun had burst through
to smile at us.

Of days in the rain
terrified bird unable to fly -
Of rain seeping through cracks and clothes
of love and joy...

And of parting -
looks heavy with emotion
tears springing from deep wells
harder each time
unable to stop those tears
that make rivers down faces of sorrow…

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3) Times Square

It’s six o’clock in the morning
and I have nowhere to hide my dreams.
The moon shares a joke with me,
       I don’t find him funny any more…

Yellow taxi flies past me,
      back seat quarry bleary eyed
wish I could switch for a lifetime!

If I had a gun I could count the bullets
before the number of times my case closed…

It’s six o’clock in the morning
and my dreams have nowhere to hide.
So I’ll just throw them away
till the next lifetime…

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4) Invisible Son 

You were never there when I needed you
     When I cried out for loving
All I came home to was an empty shell
    With only a shadow for a Mother

    The Father I never knew
          Didn't exist,
He was extinguished from my life
          Before my birth,
And before the umbilical cord
         Was ever severed...

But you should have cared
Should have shown some emotion
  To your youngest son, instead
 When I cried out for loving
  You hid in the shadows

I could have been in a Russian Gulag
My only crime...that being born, or
Even in a German Concentration Camp
My penance, that being your son

Yet, even as you lay there dying
Your body eaten away with cancerous cells
Did you hold out a loving hand...No
Your dying breath was for another
     I looked on at the scene
It reminded me of a Shakespearean play

I walked away, saying the Lord’s prayer!

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5) Opalescent World

As the rain came down
my tears flowed…
like a musical note in motion
emanating a heartbeat
with each smile you stole -

And with your hand held out
I grasped hold of your warmth
as your tenderness flowed through me -

There, once more we were one.
Like drifting embers downstream
with nature we came together
as I stole a secret kiss -

You took my soul – then...

I pulled you into my opalescent world -
Where we both became whole again

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Brian Walker

Brian Walker

Studied English at Wakefield College in Yorkshire England this stimulated Brian’s love of writing and his introduction into poetry. He drew his themes from local coffee shops in towns, what he called people watching. He travelled Europe in the 1970s taking in most countries including Poland and the Auschwitz camp, all the while writing down new poems about what he saw, felt and understood about the area.

You may find some of his poetry blunt and cruel, but as he says: ‘I write it as I see it’ He suffered epilepsy back in 2000 and this has given him a new insight to life and death. A great deal of his best work has come from this period as he sank to a new low and death was very near. This is reflected in some of the poems of this time. The poetry he writes is of an emotional, yet invigorating style that lets the reader feel the power of each written word. At the moment he lives in Lowestoft Suffolk with his black cat. He’s hoping to publish a book of his poems in the new year.

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