R.L. Tighe's Blog, page 2
December 7, 2013
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November 22, 2013
100 Poems in a Day - It's started!
Please keep your titles, prompts and ideas coming in - thanks :)
No.1: Beginning
No.1: Beginning
November 21, 2013
100 Poems in a Day?
Every year the super talented Tim Clare challenges himself, along with anyone mad enough to join him, to create 100 poems in one day. This year I have deemed myself crazy enough to give it a try, got to happen one day!The event takes on tomorrow on, Friday 22nd November, I will be starting somewhere around 9am GMT, maybe a bit before, maybe a little after and posting all of my efforts on this
October 13, 2013
Head Space
*work in progress
The steady mind remembers .
The busy mind forgets.
The fragile mind surrenders.
The idle mind regrets.
The steady mind remembers .
The busy mind forgets.
The fragile mind surrenders.
The idle mind regrets.
October 6, 2013
Me
*work in progress
When I grow up I want to be...
me.
The best most brilliant me,
that I can possibly be!
-R.L Tighe
When I grow up I want to be...
me.
The best most brilliant me,
that I can possibly be!
-R.L Tighe
September 24, 2013
Fear
*work in progress 24th September 2013
There's something in my room at night.
I can sense it there.
It pulls shapes in the dark twilight.
It fiddles with my hair.
It walks across me in my bed.
Like paw prints in the mud.
It's messing with me in my head.
I'ts curdling my blood.
There's something in my room at night.
I can sense it there.
It pulls shapes in the dark twilight.
It fiddles with my hair.
It walks across me in my bed.
Like paw prints in the mud.
It's messing with me in my head.
I'ts curdling my blood.
September 23, 2013
The Beach
23rd September 2013
*work in progress
Walking on the shore
Dreaming of a summers day.
Wishing all my cares away.
That's what dreams are for.
Tide is coming in.
Watch the water chop and churn.
Waiting for my luck to turn,
and hear the bells ring.
Ocean seems so vast.
*work in progress
Walking on the shore
Dreaming of a summers day.
Wishing all my cares away.
That's what dreams are for.
Tide is coming in.
Watch the water chop and churn.
Waiting for my luck to turn,
and hear the bells ring.
Ocean seems so vast.
September 22, 2013
Dear Lord
*work in progress
Please Lord just give this to me.
I've been good haven't I?
What is it that you choose to see?
With your beady little eye.
For surely by now must be my time?
After all that I've been through.
For years I waited patiently in line.
To myself always been true.
More careful perhaps I could have tread.
May have allowed the lines to become blurred
Please Lord just give this to me.
I've been good haven't I?
What is it that you choose to see?
With your beady little eye.
For surely by now must be my time?
After all that I've been through.
For years I waited patiently in line.
To myself always been true.
More careful perhaps I could have tread.
May have allowed the lines to become blurred
September 20, 2013
Melancholia
*work in progress
I don't care what you say.
I don't care what you do.
I don't care come what may.
I don't care what's false or true.
No anger, no sorrow.
No joy or no hope.
No strength to borrow.
In order to cope.
The fighting's all done.
The spirit has gone.
The neglect bars none.
The battle has spawn.
To long, too hard, too deep and too fast
I don't care what you say.
I don't care what you do.
I don't care come what may.
I don't care what's false or true.
No anger, no sorrow.
No joy or no hope.
No strength to borrow.
In order to cope.
The fighting's all done.
The spirit has gone.
The neglect bars none.
The battle has spawn.
To long, too hard, too deep and too fast
