“Ravenous hounds of hell unleashed” #poem #poetry #WritingCommunity

Ravenous hounds of hell unleashed
From the very gates of the frozen world
Rip through the weakened land
Tired now following its year long toil
Their brutal masters’ work to do
Great slavering mouths gape open
As they howl terrifying tales borne from their empire
Of fearsome horrors to come
To inflict upon the slumbering winter season
Tremulous crowds gather outside the city gates
Braving the unseen storms thundering beyond the horizon
During brief grim days and hard cold nights
Now shrouds of dark clouds descend from the heavens
Great sheets of rain are issued from above
Stormforce gales are sent forth from the bottomless caverns of their creators
Flashes of lightning tear apart the curtain of the sky
Called into action the earthly victims to confound and discomfit
And the hope of humankind turns dark and cold
As it yearns for the end to come
Like a wounded soldier longs for the end of war
d.a.simpson ©

#poem during heavy rainfall “The winter has mobilized its armies to invade the land” #poetry #WritingCommunity

The winter has mobilized its armies to invade the land
It marches over hills and through valleys
It takes the realm by surprise
It penetrates the flimsy walls erected
To protect the inhabitants from inclement weather
Its winds as strong as mighty battleships tear into fences
Charge into roofs and destroy outbuildings
They toss boats about like playthings
On the swirling boiling waters
They smash through the temples and shrines
To the gods of wealth and shopping
Mocking the destruction of their shiny malls
Relentless rain soaks the entire population
And saturates their dwellings
It fills up rivers and lakes and fields and highways
Water levels rise and bubble up into people’s homes
And rivers of turmoil and fear
Course through all hearts
While disconsolate weeping and wailing
Echo right across the kingdom
d.a.simpson ©

#poem “The tree stands alone upon a clifftop hill” #WritingCommunity

The tree stands alone upon a clifftop hill
Overlooking the delightful elegant sweep
Of the bejewelled bay below
It exists oblivious to the intricate beauty
Of the scrolls and fine pattern work and marquetry
Etched upon the withered bark of its aged frame
The wreath of a calm dignity that comes only with great age
Is its crowning glory
It belies the true state of the unnoticed quiet life lived
By one whose long list of accomplishments visible and invisible
Of fortitude and wisdom acquired over a lifetime
Of service practical as well as aesthetic
Bestow untold blessings particular to lives
Such as that of this tree
Singled out for their unique story
Of an unfathomable depth a timbre
Lived out in singular geographical position
A mere inconsequential dot on the mighty planet that is Earth
Of little import to the World
But of a significant greatness nevertheless
To those who care to pause beside the tree to ponder it awhile
d.a.simpson ©

“The darkness beholds the land with pride” #poetry #poem on the #season #WritingCommunity

The darkness beholds the land with pride
A deep satisfaction at a task done well
A masterpiece well crafted and completed
For all about lies life itself now quiet and inert
Recumbent on the bed of deep winter
Beneath the watchful gaze of the skies slumbering
The world at rest reposes temporary
In the small hours of the calendar
While silent signs of nascent life
Slowly spread their blanket of hope upon the scene dormant
With whispers of brighter prospects to come
Echoing through the vast halls of castles
And teaching into the underground depths
Amid myriad tunnels of warrens and burrows
And breathed throughout forests and glades
And across the dormant fields spread
That all shall be well so very soon
The period of mourning and wearisome waiting
For a glimmer of a new day’s dawn passing
The deep rest through the night time season of shadows ending
For a new life is beginning
Bright green shoots of hope through the hard hoary earth a’spearing
As a promise of rebirth and joy anew abounds
d.a.simpson ©

On the bush fires in Australia “A plague of despair cloaks the world”

A plague of despair cloaks the world entire
As across the land flash mighty fires
While high into the sky leap great flames from all about
Of this inferno there is no end in sight
The unbreathable air a stench of acrid smoke
The heavens an endless orange glow
An eternal sunset declaring the world to be ended
Myriad heroes valiant against the great red monster battle
As all across the vast scene most tragic
Its devastation it spews
Willingly their lives they spend their land to reclaim
Infinitesimal acts unseen of mercy flood the realm
Towards all life, human and animal
The grateful beneficiaries often the only witnesses
In the petrified animal kingdom
Singed and parched and so very alone
The trickle of water by their nameless saviour offered
A gift more precious than life itself to helpless creatures
The gift of selfless love with no expected recompense
The most excellent that this world can ever offer
And so with this the very best that humankind defines
Grow hope and prayers unstoppable
For the skies to open and their saving load to pour
The end to the fiery ordeal to bring
The nation with rest brief to bless
Before the birth of a new strength unstoppable
To recover and rebuild
d.a.simpson ©

On pondering life’s journey, a #poem “Through the dark waters of my life” #poetry #WritingCommnunity

Through the dark waters of my life a passage I claw
By an inky green silence surrounded
The unrelenting heartbeat through my ears and heart pounding
In a life unwanted
Onwards ever pushing past thick swarms of seaweed
That unimaginable horrors conceal
With which to torment my dispirited soul
At my side reverberates a whooshing sound sudden
Then it is gone
Was it real or was it just my terror horrified
A warm fetid stench fills my head
Something must have died
And I am about to drink it in and swallow it whole
It must be the fear that has me dogged
All the days of my wretched life
Into my head slams a heavy piece of driftwood
If I pass out now I will drown
Is it the oar of a passing boat
That has come to bear me to safety
Or it is the knock of the reaper grim on his mission to cull me
No ’tis all but a mere reverie as my spirit wanders
While in the stillness of this bleak night abed I lie
Twixt slumber and wakefulness
d.a.simpson ©

Australian bushfires: “A plague of despair cloaks the world entire” #poem #WritingCommnunity

A plague of despair cloaks the world entire
As across the land flash mighty fires
While high into the sky leap great flames from all about
Of this inferno there is no end in sight
The unbreathable air a stench of acrid smoke
The heavens an endless orange glow
An eternal sunset declaring the world to be ended
Myriad heroes valiant against the great red monster battle
As all across the vast most tragic scene its devastation it spews
Willingly their lives they spend their land to reclaim
Infinitesimal acts unseen of mercy flood the realm
Towards all life, human and animal
The grateful beneficiaries often the only witnesses
In the petrified animal kingdom
Singed and parched and so very alone
The trickle of water by their nameless saviour offered
A gift more precious than life itself to helpless creatures
The gift of selfless love with no expected recompense
The most excellent that this world can ever offer
And so with this the very best that humankind defines
Grow hope and prayers unstoppable
For the skies to open and their saving load to pour
The end to the fiery ordeal to bring
The nation with rest brief to bless
Before the birth of a new strength unstoppable to recover and rebuild
d.a.simpson ©