Welcome to my poems directory.
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Captain of my own ship
by Pete Scopes
09/04/2012
...Rather I took captain of my own ship Mutiny aboard is but the ice-burg's tip Blood stained the moon red Left here abandoned instead...
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Face Up
by Pete Scopes
22/01/2012
Cross your blades and Stand up tall Stare down your opponent Be not first to fall Face up to your fears and Don't step back Unsheathe your sword Rise to attack!...
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Sheep and Wolves
by Pete Scopes
19/01/2012
...Cry privy and pry about the heath Find the wicked with their gleaming teeth Watch them gnaw, and whine, and moan Slowly cold and hearts turn to stone...
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Companions Gained, Companions Lost
by Pete Scopes
26/12/2011
...As day falls to night in slow decay Evening star appears to guide the way As the sun settles and dusk draws in Lie down beside me, my soul's true kin...
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Wine Shared With Friends
by Pete Scopes
19/12/2011
We sit and chat about our days at work Witty quips coax out a cheery smirk A knock from our guests' arrival to spend The beauty of wine shared with friends...
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Voyage to the Frontier
by Pete Scopes
15/12/2011
I have arrived at the forefront Before me lies a blank canvas A deep gorge to be explored Intricate mysteries to be uncovered Only there is a blindfold over my eyes The horizon is but a thought Limited yet as wide as I dare it Each step could take me over...
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The Storm
by Pete Scopes
09/12/2011
...This world is but a slender veil One through which we shall pass Our eyes fixed upon the sail Our hands braced against the mast...
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A Wet, Windy Walk
by Pete Scopes
02/12/2011
A wet, windy walk up into the Yorkshire moors Is not what we had hoped for as we shut the car doors Strong winds embraced us but no moisture in the air We left a waking Horton for Pen-y-ghent's foot & stair...
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Everyone Dances
by Pete Scopes
21/11/2011
In life there is a multitude of avenues Which to venture and goals to pursue For some it is a one-way street Others, a labyrinth, needing a guide to greet...
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Let Us Not Forget
by Pete Scopes
12/11/2011
He was a young, a courageous man, As dawn approached you could see the fear Stick to his skin life dew on morning grass With calm expression he watched it pass...
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Should
by Pete Scopes
03/11/2011
Should one live with a light touch Loving lots but not asking much? Leaving your imprint wherever you go But passing by gently like a shadow...
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An Old and Dusty Friend
by Pete Scopes
09/10/2011
My afternoon spent in a comfy armchair A book in my lap and a none too focused stare Battling between two states: awake and comatose This book is fascinating but my eyes just wish to close...
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The (paper)chase
by Pete Scopes
29/06/2011
Thumping hard, heart inside of chest The clock's cogs spinning, no time to rest Its hands drawing nearer to their final approach What can satisfy those haughty, curious eyes Bottomless desires, driving yet further guise Left wanting, fuelling the fire th...
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Thank You
by Pete Scopes
18/06/2011
I sometimes fear it might be forgotten, lost Homage for those who burdened a cost Two words of such perfectly simple measure When received give abundant pleasure Rarely uttered, sporadically said Left in the dictionary to be found dead Thank you, a mea...
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An Accidental Flirt?
by Pete Scopes
08/06/2011
Guys, girls, so very different and yet also alike Mistakes will be made like learning to ride a bike The trick lies in braving getting back on Discerning how and where you went wrong Girls can play by a complex melody Outwardly it seems fine but more goe...
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Lost Keys
by Pete Scopes
05/06/2011
I, most unfortunately, lost my keys the other day For the life of me I couldn't remember where they lay I scurried around hither and dither Around my house as my patience began to wither High and low and all over the shot I really thought my mind was goin...
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Live It
by Pete Scopes
04/06/2011
Sometimes life's a slog and I wonder if I can quit When was it that I learnt to just accept it? Other times I question life it is unmistakably good Was it something I did or is there something I should? Is the proverbial glass before me half full or emp...
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Drained
by Pete Scopes
03/06/2011
I lie motionless with no strength Nor will to drive my fragile body I am trapped by the confines of my bed Left with lots of time but no verve to think My eyes are normally windows to the great outdoors Yet the view before me remains very much static D...
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A Careless Whisper
by Pete Scopes
22/05/2011
I want to sing softly over you In hushed innuendo tell you Through the silence of a long embrace In the moments our fingers might interlace About secret places & the waning storm Of evanescent woes & things warm About the solace in a friends affe...
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Locked Out
by Pete Scopes
19/05/2011
I approach the threshold and knock. A lack of response comes as a shock. To the barrier at the front of my brothers house. I have no key with power to unlock. Turn around, sit and begin to wait. For how long? I deliberate my fate. Breathe in, breathe out...
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Musing of Mortality
by Pete Scopes
16/05/2011
Suppose, what are we To think ourselves gods? Stand on the Earth's shoulders And declare our sovereignty .... Look! Come and behold Now we have become death The destroyers of the world The epitome of our nature...
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(De)llusions of Grandeur
by Pete Scopes
07/05/2011
Outwardly silent, inwardly loud my pride concealed within this vessel My heart is a lion, in conceit it roars basking in my own finesse As my mind revels in past victories coaxing itself with tales of future glory...
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Growing Up
by Pete Scopes
19/04/2011
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tick tock The unstoppable ticking of life's clock Growing up is a most peculiar thing Watching as the world around you is shrinking When you are young time never passes When you are old it moves a whole lot faster Certain age...
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A Family Breakfast
by Pete Scopes
02/03/2011
Darkened doorway frames the scene Kitchen flooded by noise and light Children looking alive and keen Father escapes to work by bike Radio singing to soften the blow Mother smiles with sleep in her eye Food ready and prepared for the show Spoons g...
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An Old Steam Train
by Pete Scopes
16/02/2011
An old steam train set off once more Full to the brim, people almost out the door With an almighty toot and a straining heave Leaving me on the platform alone to grieve Now I'm left staring at these ruggedly tracks Hoping one day that it might come...