Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

It Is Rain

By Scott Bailey © 2015

It is rain
All the pain
And grief

All the pain
Of everyday
It is rain

Of everyday
Stresses
We are plagued

But it is rain
Just rain
Falling down

Rain makes us
Wet and cold
Dampens us

If we choose
Misery
Rain is heavy

The sun will come
Summer reborn
From spring

Rain is life
Nourishment
Fresh

No misery
Be wet not damp
Be soaked

Revel in the rain
Dance and sing
In life

All the pain
The grief
The stress

It is rain
Just rain

Image from Pixabay

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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

It Is Rain

It Is Rain

By Scott Bailey © 2015

It is rain
All the pain
And grief

All the pain
Of everyday
It is rain

Of everyday
Stresses
We are plagued

But it is rain
Just rain
Falling down

Rain makes us
Wet and cold
Dampens us

If we choose
Misery
Rain is heavy

The sun will come
Summer reborn
From spring

Rain is life
Nourishment
Fresh

No misery
Be wet not damp
Be soaked

Revel in the rain
Dance and sing
In life

All the pain
The grief
The stress

It is rain
Just rain

 

www.scottandrewbailey.uk

Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #345 (Lights)

Lights

By Scott Bailey © 2014

 

Beacons of hope in darkness
Shining from afar
Reaching out to guide us
But one is fitful and passing
The other faithfully burns
And as always
Nature surpasses invention
The beacon of life shines on

Photo by Scott Bailey
Photo by Scott Bailey

 

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Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #256 (Heaven’s Light)

Heaven’s Light

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Heaven’s holy light
Roving bright light a searchlight
Burning upturned eyes

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Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #217 (Fury and Wonder)

Fury and Wonder

By Scott Bailey © 2014

We need fury and wonder
to fire our song
But the fire is dim
the spark long gone
So sift through the ashes
for an ember that glows
To tend and to blow
through the wind and the snows
And build from the ashes
a new song, a new light
That burns with new fury
to banish the night
 

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Posted in Financial, General, Politics, Television, Writing

The Strangulation of the Great

By Scott Bailey

So I was daydreaming in the bath – thinking about a book I read long ago – a biography of a famous 19th-century explorer and how he could be seen as representing men as a whole – but that’s a whole other post that will be coming soon.

Anyway – in the wandering way of my mind this lead me to thinking about how men have become demonised in the media generally. We are seen as stupid or beasts or slovenly – I could go on. But then, I thought women get it just as bad and then there’s ethnic minorities, the poor, immigrants – the list goes on. And on.

Maybe it’s just rich white people who get off lightly – but even as you read this what are you thinking? Of those Etonian brothers who keep their friend rich via nepotism and corruption while sneering at the poor? The rich wives from Chelsea with their lap dogs and expensive handbags and no clue about the real world?

See even they are demonised.

Why?

Who by  – that’s an easier question. The media. And we all know that the media is run by those in power. I am no conspiracy theory nut – I don’t believe that there’s a tightly organised elite pulling the strings. Rather I think it’s like a self-sustaining system which lifts the people it needs to maintain its stability into positions of power. But whatever the reason – the media is the tool of that system.

So again why? Why demonise every single sector of society?

Control. If you cannot be proud of where you came from how can you rise to greatness? Great people can threaten the order of things, they can lead people out of their everyday drudgery and tedium. Out of wage slavery and obedience.

So greatness is stifled. In the modern garden of the world, the land is left to weeds and overgrowth. Anything that rises above the weed line is quickly cut down or sprayed with toxins until it wilts.

In such a barren and ill-tended garden, how can we expect flowers? How can we have anything more than poor harvests?

We should tend our garden better.

Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #83 (In Sickness and Hope)

In Sickness and Hope

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Tiredness saps me
Nausea weakens my soul
Hope is a hand up

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