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Top 100 Poets 2004
£50 5th Place Winner:
Luthien Lark
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Luthien
Lark
Winner
of our Top 5 Poets of
April 2003 Online
Competition and Top 100 Poets of the Year Award
2004 5th Place Prize Winner of
£50
Top
100 Poets of 2004 Prize Winners
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As
an only child, up until my mid
twenties, I was fortunate enough to
grow up in the countryside, where I
was able to wander freely and to
discover nature, without much
restriction. I think I have drawn much
of my inspiration from this. I had a
happy childhood, with family and
friends, although somewhat lonely at
times. This probably still comes
through in my writing today. I have
met so many different people through
various circles in life, dog showing
from a young age, travelling once I
was old enough and music, a lifetime
hobby. These people, along with those
I have loved, have amused, confused,
inspired and sometimes encouraged me
to be who I am today, to follow my
heart and to remain optimistic. I have
always written poetry, I expect
partially as a form of therapy and
also because I adore the fluid,
descriptive, beauty that the words can
represent.
I
have gone through some wild times, in
search of excitement, escapism and
love, all of which leave their mark on
the personality and possibly on my
writing. I hope, however these days, I
have become somewhat more settled and
it has given me the opportunity to
focus on a more structured approach to
my life and my abilities.
I
think writing, whether poetry, short
stories, songs or otherwise, are a
beautiful way of taking us to another
world, that we can feel, touch and
relate to. Writers like Steinbeck,
Tolkien, Moorcock, Stephen Donaldson,
Stephen King and so many more, it
would be impossible to remember them,
along with Musicians, such as Dylan,
Pink Floyd, David Gray, Turin Breaks,
Moby have all influenced me greatly.
I
can only hope that my words can convey
some of the emotions, thoughts and
ideas that I feel and in this way help
others, even if it's just my little
brother and sister. It may not even
help but should hopefully amuse.
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Black
Heart, Dreamers Gold
Black
heart, dreamer's gold,
A thousand secrets sweetly told,
A twist of fate, a gentle thought,
Now, gone too late.
She
spins through life, dancing to and
fro,
Playing many games, you cannot catch
her,
Just a faint flicker, a glimmering
glow.
She's
watching now, like an innocent child,
Naked and pure,
Perhaps there's danger
You cannot be sure.
She
burns you with her heart of fire,
She touches you with the sweetest of
desire,
She dances now, she does not tire.
To
love her, you must let her be free,
To want her, you must first learn to
look and see.
A
blue angel, tainted and clean,
A blue angel, loving and mean,
Dance, dance upon this slippery scene,
Laugh, laugh, for she is queen.
Her
soul is open,
Untamed and royal,
Her heart unbroken,
Loving and loyal,
Yet still an innocent child,
So easy for you to spoil.
Distance
In Your Eyes
I
sense that you're distant,
I can see it in your eyes,
Watching battle scenes through a
permanent disguise.
I hear that you are fickle, cold and
dishonest,
Though it doesn't really matter,
For the distance in your eyes.
And
no one can see, where it is that you
go,
You whisper that it's pretty,
Yet it doesn't appear to show.
For the sadness within, seems to seep
from your soul,
A whirlwind of laughter,
Displaced from control.
Yet when it is gone,
You are still not a whole.
For the distance in your eyes.
I
can see your heart was broken,
Though the culprit is unknown,
You pretend that it doesn't matter,
No one can chip that heart of stone.
Yet I am sure I saw it crumbling,
Cracked deep to the core.
I am sure I heard you mumbling,
'I can't take it anymore'.
And
you admit that you are to blame,
It's always been the same,
Even as an adolescent,
It was you who caused the shame.
No one seemed to know it,
There were no rules to your game.
How could you have realised,
That it was you who was to blame.
So
now there is a distance,
In the canyons of your mind, the
darkness of your eyes,
Hollow from accusations, tired by
alibis.
So now you lurk in a place, that no
one else can reach,
You watch ever so intently as you
listen to them preach,
Nodding your head in agreement and
smile politely at their speech.
Yet I can tell by the distance,
That you don't really care,
You have spent a long time running and
inside you are still not there.
One
World
We
are all one world,
Encompassing all religions,
Encompassing all children,
Encompassing all life,
From the greatest to the small.
We all live in a beautiful dream,
A creation more miraculous than any
magician's trick.
Yet sometimes we close our eyes,
Get lost in our own illusion.
Lost in our own darkness, our own
confusion.
Drawn into a vast abyss,
That pulls us from the clearer light,
pulls us like a storm,
Thrown and catapulted, like the
smallest boat, tethered in the night.
We want so much to love, to feel, to
give,
To hope, to trust, to live.
Fighting for survival, we spiral
through a multitude of emotions,
Swept up beyond the shores of
recognition, trembling and overcome,
Shrouded by inhibitions.
Throw this worn and sodden cloak to
the ground,
You do not need it anymore.
Open your eyes, for the marvels to be
found.
Do you hear that sweet melody?
It's playing for everyone, an
enchanted verse to be sung.
Learn to love again, even those who
have lost,
See the magic, the skies, the land,
the seas,
Breath in the soft scents, like an
herbal remedy.
We are all one, all connected.
All precious warriors,
Mystical and free,
My brothers, my sisters and me.
Searching
With
mystical powers, she basks in the
minds of others,
Holding their thoughts with curiosity,
Always searching for another,
Forgetting all that she has left
behind,
Caught in a maze of broken and lost
souls,
Trapped like a drowning man,
Struggling to break free.
She
dances beneath the moon's silver
shadow,
Fearing the enclosing dark,
Searching for a sign,
A place to leave her mark.
As
the sun comes up, she sweetly sings
and happily flies,
Casting aside her fickle thoughts and
clumsy demise.
As a Lark on an early morning day,
Out of reach and far away.
Until
nightfall, again she silently returns,
Her heart aches, as her grief burns,
For all the things she seeks but
cannot find,
Disjointed dreams and figments of her
mind.
And
again to pass the hours,
She chants a melodic rhyme,
Though tired and bemused,
It's only a matter of time.
She
looks for recognition, in the esoteric
and unknown,
Hoping one day, for her seed carefully
sewn.
On a hazy summers morning,
That her wishes and dreams have grown.
Yet
unaware of herself,
She moves on,
Never settling, never stopping,
Fateful and unsure,
Defiantly looking for a heart that's
clean and pure.
And
when at last, the sun re-appears,
It brings back her child like
optimism,
Driving away all uncertain fears,
There is no need for solitude,
There is no need for tears.
Where
Does It Lead?
I
am wandering down a road, that I truly
do not know,
The scenery, emanates a golden glow,
emerald green glistens,
Under the cascading, bountiful array,
of pretty lilac pinks and foxglove
blues,
Pure white winks, through the scent of
heavy jasmine and honeydew.
I am lost in this land; I am just a
traveller passing through.
I seek wise words but the natives
whisper in tongues.
Shun me for my ignorance and again I
am on my way.
Bird's
dance, like elegant ballerinas,
Always in synchronicity with the stage
below,
I watch in awe, as if in an audience
of some marvellous show.
Yet the lights fade and the curtains
fall,
Reluctantly, I must go.
For
the silver moon guides me through the
dark, delusional night,
Where I fight with my fears, in search
of the light.
And old ghosts haunt me, through the
secretive, shadowed wood,
Watching me silently, as I knew they
would.
I see an old woman, bent over with
age,
She offers me companionship, riddles,
of a sage.
Glad of the company, from the nights
on my own,
I do not question her presence, only
pray she will lead me home.
For
I do not know the path that I am on,
Each looks familiar, yet once I walk
further,
The last one is gone.
All hold memories, that lead somewhere
new,
All hold consequences all appear true.
She leaves me at a crossroads and bids
me farewell,
Choose the one that has beauty and
many stories to tell.
So,
I walk slowly ahead,
The one that looks clearest, I am sure
she once said.
And in the distance, I hear a bell
toll,
The murmur of many voices and laughter
among the trees,
The sweetest scent of lavender, hangs
delicately on the breeze.
And animals wander, passively, at
ease.
And through a lingering memory,
I have found my way back home,
To a place that welcomes me and where
I will never be alone.
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