The Town Crier

It was supposed to be a secret,

A #reflection of the past.

Lived with the devil,

Word mirrored in reverse,

The Town Crier screaming the secret while ringing a bell with pride,

The #orator of my heartbreak,

Taking #credit for himself,

The #root of all evil spoken in words,

Forgive the Modern Time Blues

#Forgive the heart for the rhythm in the beat,

For #modern time blues play havoc with the tunes,

Words of love that meant so much,

Make a heart ache when songs are sung,

Reminding of loves of past,

A reminder of the lust,

Special times shared by two,

Memories stirred by words that were real,

Music of the Stave

The heart song was written on the #stave,

The words of love to last for decades,

Sung by Romeos serenading their Juliet,  

Musicians playing to the rhythm of a hearts beat,

With the words of love that touch emotions deep, 

Little cherubs with their bows playing with the strings,

Conducting with the arrows as the music flows,

Insurrection of the Heart

The heart had started an #insurrection against the mind,

#Praise was stated at the beauty that had caught the eye,

For cupids arrow had hit its mark and sunk deep,

Thoughts of warning of  broken love that came before,

Warning signs not to be ignored,

A #challenge not to break,

If you fall in love take it slow,

For love at first sight can sometimes bite,

Leaving memorable scars, 

Stood on the Shoreline

Stood on the shoreline with #intrigue in mind,

Where Land meets the Ocean,

Looking at the horizon,

In a day dream,

A greenie blue meets a bluey grey,

With white cotton wool clouds that drift along on their way,

Golden rays warm the yellow sands,

Kissed by tendering waves,

Foot prints left my other walkers who had passed this way,

#Ubiquitious seagulls in the sky,

Momentum

The water wheel kempt its #cyclic motion,

A continuous kinetic momentum,

Fueled by tears of pain,

Rivers following from their source,

The grieving brave with #valour,

A standing #ovation  by other survivors, 

With hearts like #vellum tattooed empathy and compassion,

To #mourn what had passed..... 

A Bravado in Love

The days of old when youthful #bravado in love came with an air of take it or leave it,

With young hearts broken at an intense rate,

When a cupids bow was in rapid fire mode,