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Saturday Night Poetry

Hello and welcome.

Any poet will tell you that events and people inspire the art. Our exchanges breathe moments of desire, passion and slowly dying embers of deceit or delight. As the intensity passes, we are left with the memories of the encounter and this rare beast is what we try to capture within our words. Well, at least I do!

This poem, for me, is the moment trust dies in a relationship. It could be a friendship, a loved one, a relationship with a workmate or boss. In time, we all experience events where life becomes art and the words that encapsulate that emotion are trapped forever.

I hope this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it.  It doesn’t have a name yet. Maybe you could suggest one in the comments below.

Have a great evening.


Nuances once found endearing

Now grate against my skin

Scratching, screaming down my vertebrae

Telling me all your sins

Incompetence and flagrant misdirection

Needles picking at your consistence

Integral parts of my anatomy

Shouting out allegories against your existence

Deprivation within the biomass

This disorder known as yourself

Rip disregarded respect and faith

Away from all harmony; my loss, your wealth



Copyright held by ©Eloise De Sousa (2018)



Snow Day

White flakes silence the world

Muffled in a blanket of cold

Heat cries in dismay.

Crunching footsteps

High pitched laughter

Flying balls find their hysterical targets.

Icy fingers purpling

Breath now heavy

Time to find the noise and warmth again.

Extract from My Poetry Book

A blast from the past for this Friday. Poetry from My Poetry Book, available from

Thoughts by Mello-Elo

At the edge of our memories and just within sight
Our dreams hover like butterflies on a hazy day
Each step you take to get closer, within reach of the light
These butterflies just dance away.
I watch as each dream flies so slight, playing with the wind and my hair
I see a gun pointed and a shot ring out
Another dream has died in that way.

Push forward you are told and your dreams will come true
Who lied and gave us a false path?
For as you push forward in the future, along tags your past
You will find you’re stuck in the same place.
A stagnant pool that simmers and sighs,
Watching the butterflies dance above it.
You can wait and cry, but it will not change anything.
That is the way life will always stay.

I sit in my play pool, watching the water splash;

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Gathered in Requiem

Crows huddle in their blackened shrouds

A treasured box of bones to behold

With fluttered wings they flounce and flow

Their lives tethered to stringed souls


Council leads the ghastly meet

The murder sing songs of fading remembrance

A requiem soliloquy so carefully laid

Words delivering life’s sweet vengeance


Wet beaks and muttered parochial verse

The only sustenance offered

As washed out eyes take in the scene

A memory of love once suffered


Lowly clouds gather above

Witness to one more ending

The ebb of life once fast and free

To heaven or Hades, now sending



Copyright held by Eloise De Sousa (2017)


Sunset romance

A fragile as glass
Heartbeats slowing
As shadows run past

Twighlight’s fever
Purple bruises so dear
The pain of living
In love’s final sphere

Dusk is moaning
Orange passion now gone
Blues are holding
Vigil over love’s song

Night creeps over
The warmth of the sun
Ink is spreading
Love’s colours have run

Tanka Poem

Following Colleen’s instructions on how to form a tanka poem, I decided to give it a try. Bearing in mind I have never written one before, I might have missed the mark slightly, so it might not be correct! 

My poem is based on my weekend morning ritual: 

Waking to the sounds of my children 

Their bodies flying onto my bed and their constant chatter 

The disruption of my dreams and peaceful state to one of full alertness

The warmth emanating from being near their enthusiasm so early in the morning. 

And here is the product of my ramblings…

Consciousness awake

Eager voices breaking peace

Chasing the morning

Like birds departing still lakes

Awakening the new day

Give it a try and tag me in if you do.

Have a great day. 

Is It Time?

Brush the crumbs from your surly face

Wipe the sweat from your brow

Tear the bands of disgrace

Is it time to say good-bye?
Wash your hands filled with regret

Stain the sheets back to white

One less moment to be discreet

Is it time to say good-bye?
Release my hand before you go

Tell the loved ones your surprise

Herald out to all those you know

If you think it’s time to say good-bye
I will stand here in the sand

Watching time tick by

Fading bit by bit as each day  washes away

Wishing I had the strength to say good-bye
As we sit and share this last meal

Heating ourselves on loves’ dying embers 

Memories locked on our current world of fantasy

As we both finally say good-bye


Vacant stare with lipstick to spare

Sparkly sun shining through your rum

Nowhere to go without giving a show

Is this really what you’ve become?
Random tests of pure intelligence

Forfeited for a quick buck

No real show of talent unless it’s alien

You’re just riding on luck.
One more click before a book signing

Who knows what’s behind your big name?

Probably down to the guy selling all those used rubbers

We know you from your stilletos to your shallow fame.


Book Tuesday

I may not be a Book Thief

As I watch the bloodied sands

Of time connecting destiny

To the evil of man,

A Girl On A Train may be the last face

I see this mournful night.
As we bid farewell to the children,

Their future now in hindsight,

A wishful dream of peace lays derelict

As I count the grains and cry. 

Last day

Last day of school

Works already gone

Submitting like fools

To the shopping throng
Get out our wallets,

Purses and bags

Time for festivities

January’s the drag!