Villanelle – When I Am Far From Home

I get guilty thinking of home,

not being within these walls

somewhere, that I don’t belong.

Sometimes it feels right; sometimes wrong

walking up and down the same halls

and I get guilty thinking of home.

Music sounds the same in every song;

and watching as the time falls

away, somewhere that I don’t belong.

I started weak, I finished strong;

time moving fast, and still life stalls

when I get guilty thinking of home.

I know that I am never alone.

How many times can I ignore the calls

away, somewhere that I don’t belong.

It is true the we still want to roam

away, at times we walk and some we crawl

along; getting guilty for thinking of home

as somewhere that I don’t belong.

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Poem 24 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Sonnet – Sheogorath Lord of The Shivering Isles

When I think of cheese, I think of madness;

his laughing eyes lead to his empty soul.

All thanks to the mighty Sheogorath;

to time, immortal, ever to be whole.

The shivering Isles of Oblivion

Beyond his gateway to great Tamriel;

using cheese for practically everything,

to decorate his own personal Hell.

A cheddar lamp-shade, a Camembert bed,

a Feta couch, and a Halloumi shed

  A cottage cheese slip and slide on the stairs,

Mammoth cheese mini-fridge, Gouda for days.

Stay at the price of your rational mind;

stay for too long, where soon no-one can find. 

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Poem 23 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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(Note: this one my have had a not too subtle nod to a character from one of my favourite video-games: 

‘The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim’)

Villanelle – Summer Nights

I dress the trees behind me

in layers, just like leaves

as the cold summer nights still freeze.

I can feel in the morning a gentle breeze

caress my tired eyes with a loving kiss

as I dress the trees behind me.

In Winter these bare bones hold no leaves;

in Autumn leaves fall like the stars we wish

upon my shoulders the cold Summer nights still freeze.

But in Spring, once more, I do as I please;

the hardest thing to do is to forgive

as I dress the trees behind me.

In my memories of the times where we

had all the time of life left to live,

now the cold Summer nights still freeze.

And still, I walk among the barren trees

save for the spiders high among the branches weave

who have dressed the trees behind me

for the cold Summer nights still freeze.

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Poem 22 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Sonnet – Ode to A Forgotten Self

You there, yes you, did you think I forgot

You are far more special to me than that

I have tried to stop you from falling flat

but in concern I found I over-shot.

Pulling you back too fast when you felt hot

I realise now, I only ever held you back

Ready to fall at the smallest attack

I thought I was helping, but I was not.

You had to learn to find the strength within,

you who have learned beyond me are stronger.

And I am just glad that we share our skin

Now that you don’t need me any longer.

The warring selves are now back together

Now seize the day in any weather.

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Poem 21 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Sonnet – Alone at Night

I don’t recall when I last stopped to walk

either in the day or in the black of night.

I think I prefer now dark over light

for there is never any need to talk.

And your silence can still give way to shock

so it is best to keep yourself upright.

Until from the journey you can alight

for just a moment sitting on a rock.

Distant cars are an archaic echo

for here there is just you in the present.

In this single moment you feel special,

even living a life you may resent.

To win all you need ever do is try;

walk alone at night and feel like you fly. 

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Poem 20 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Self-Portrait – DSC #1

The computer sits open and GLARES

so hard hard the harshest light illuminates

tired lines which are etched etched

into every surface on my sleep slick face

MUSIC helped early but SILENCE now

caressing the danger danger which is

too pleasant but for the birds birds

which have awoken themselves if no-one else

leaving sleep behind, I take the bags with me

under my eyes eyes which are heavier and darker

than I remember them EXCITEMENT

bubbles somewhere, behind caffeine dull

headaches and back-pain, which has

has kept me in company for long hours

longer than I have WRITTEN The Marathon

goes on and on and I am running running

out of time and out of ink ink stained fingers

mark the page before my pen my pen which

has been replaced twice over the course

of just one day forever changing me

me and the path I am on my creativity

stumbles along like a STRANGER in the dark

who looks like you you but before the start

do not deter him he is a writer and though

tired he is GLAD

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Poem 19 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Zanze – Sit Still

Just be still and listen to me

You will thank me in the morning

Keep trying and you will be free

Now that day is slowly dawning.

Just sit still and listen

and you will do just fine.

A few hours missing

before crossing the line.

Just sit still and

be brave for me,

you understand

eternity.

Just sit,

until the end

and promise not to quit.

Just sit still and listen to me.

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Poem 18 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Villanelle – Extreme Grief

I stopped thinking about extreme grief

as the sole vehicle for great art

when the grief started to take people with it.

I am like them, I just haven’t quit

yet; I know this ideation can start

so I stopped thinking bout extreme grief.

I tried and tried but got no relief

is it me, or just a broken part?

As now the grief starts to take people with it.

I stay strong as my glass jaw is hit

and I wake to find I never had the heart,

so I stopped thinking about extreme grief.

I scoured autumnal grounds to turn my leaf;

emotions far behind me dragged upon a cart

when the grief starts to take people with it.

Like a humming bird I rest in flight as I flit

from one thing to the another, in rest I am torn apart

so I stopped thinking about extreme grief

when the grief started to take people with it.

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Poem 17 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Villanelle – Rise Up

Listen to the sounds,

of a slowly rising sun

as it rises from the ground.

You won’t know what you have found

Until the day is fully done

So listen to the sounds.

Turning round and round

but you are going to overcome

as you rise up from the ground.

Make your solemn vows

but don’t forget to have some fun

as you listen to the sounds.

Stare at the whitest clouds,

as you get ready for a run

and rise up from the ground.

You should already feel proud

even before the day is done

So listen to the sounds,

as you rise up from the ground.

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Poem 16 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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Sonnet – When

When you asked me for help, but I said no.

When you wanted to go, but chose to stay.

When I cried so hard my eyes would seem grey.

When I wanted, but didn’t believe it so.

When my heart was full but only of woe.

When I chose to work where you would have played.

When you blindly accused that I had strayed.

When you told me that it was time to go.

When I borrowed time, you charged interest.

When you shout words, that could have been spoken.

When you showed off, you were not impressed.

When tired and I could not be woken.

When even I did not know what was true,

these are the things I would say yes to.

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Poem 15 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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