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B&W Challenge Day 6


7 days, seven black and white photos of your life. No people, no explanation. Challenge someone new each day and tag the person who tagged you.

Day 6

G.R. Hambley © December 05, 2017


4th Day of the 7 day B&W Challenge


7 days, seven black and white photos of your life. No people, no explanation. Challenge someone new each day and tag the person who nominated you.

Day 4
G.R. Hambley © December 03, 2017

7 Day Black & White Challenge

7 Day Black & White Challenge


7 days, seven black and white photos of your life. No people, no explanation. Challenge someone new each day and tag the person who tagged you.

If you take the challenge, leave me a comment.

G.R. Hambley ©
November 30, 2017





Mine is mine and to each their own
so whom are we to pass judgement

One’s choices predicated upon
by how you my dear individual perceive

Reapers, the purveyors of goods grim
honouring both dollar and ritual

But just because you can
does it mean you should indulge the macabre

Incendiary with a highly volatile fuse
fostering unspoken mortification

Done from love by loss
as inherently personal as love’s little death

Memories tactile, both taking away
and in embracing the pain

Open wide to holding up a mirror
reflection upon your hurting self

Morbid, magnificent, maudlin, majestic
what else could be said of selections such

Each and every with their unique curio
memory memorabilia a curious thing

Nature ‘tis of we mournful beasts
displaying in so many ways

Turning cheek, both other and off if you please
my crass, your cats ass

One tap, two tap, three, forever remains in me

G.R. Hambley ©
June 01, 2017

I made an error in formatting on the original post. The error is now corrected. The poetry has not changed.

Symptomology – Sonnet



Honest mindful opinion colliding, colluding with emotionality
One approaches cautiously from a position rational to the mind
Whilst almost aware of the fret stepping above, the heart setting time
Deliciously intoxicating with a bitter twist, sober agonizing
Once upon a day of wayward thoughts, epiphany in therapy
In arguments, arrows; in agreements, nods; in passion, blind
Life in love, the carriage ride of the ridiculous and sublime
Once all bars have been annotated, pathways to harmonizing
Voice of insistent pleasing, swearing one and one make one
Each night restless, heart lays heavy beneath clammy flesh
The waking on the morrow, serenade of mourning doves
Having essence fill all the senses, which from you shall not run
Eye promise, the light that binds, two lives, two souls, enmesh
Ecstasy truly is that one and one are one in their divine love

G.R. Hambley ©
December 01, 2016



It works. Try it for yourself.


Angels Obliged – Act 1

Angels Obliged

Act I

Looking down on the world so frail
Can’t stop the feeling all this will fail
Won’t be able to stop my own demise

The consequences for all so dire
Could one lone angel end this fire
There’s the real chance of no return

Feeling the point of frightened flight
Closer still to making the stand to fight
Must be true to what makes you, You

What can one Angel do to end these evils doing
Why must it be this Angel alone to see beyond hell

Burning to get out, the evils beyond hell
Cries to heaven and the unholy swell
The wings unfold the sword slides free

It could be that saving them is wrong
The mighty one may want them gone
Only answers coming from a mad mind

Stepping off the edge of this grey cloud
Flying fast with no other soul around
Left to fate and it’ll be all our graves

Can this one Angel be enough to end these evils doing
Can it be this lone Angel to reach beyond hell

Calling out with greatest urgency
No where can there be a place for mercy
Winner takes all in the valley of souls

Won’t you join this too big quest for one
A wayward angel’s angel spies fun
Them or we, death by high decree

Horses saddled and fully adorned
Winged one to me, to you goes the horned
I’ll fly on high while you ride below

Two Angels going to end these evils doing
Two Angels to fight what’s beyond hell

Journey’s onset leading two to onslaught
One prays, one brays “not for naught”
Two weapons with wisdom from the one

Winged ones looking off horizon bound
Horned ones plodding the underground
Each to the other unseen, wills to minds

World vibrating in stifling maudlin ways
Creatures vowing their own they’ll slay
Allegiances being sworn to an unholy three

Special Angels march to end these evils doing
Special Angels to quell what’s beyond hell

End Act I

G.R. Hambley ©
May 12, 2016

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Red Rose Among The Trees – Lyric

Red Rose Among The Trees


Know this being all alone to well
Staying late, never going home
Seeing others close, sticks and stones
Hands in hands, hands in my pockets
Talking together, talking to myself

There’s no one thing you can name
Too much then, not enough now
Walking their walks, walking the block
Smiling like brides, got nowhere to hide
Those special matters, just one in tatters

Where no good stuff gro…ows
Where the sun never sho…ows
Black rose among the weeds

Lost with no way to get the heart found
This old world’s timeless tiring mind games
They’re dreaming, me some soul cleaning
Dazed and amused, never been so confused
Smiles for the moment, tears for the cement

Wishin’ and a hopin’  not gonna heal the cut
Find a way to make amends with this mess
One for each of you, it’s not impossible to do
Breathy love tones, moving out of this zone
Only one and no more, what I’m looking for

Where some good stuff gro…ows
Where the sun partly sho…ows
Yellow rose among the leaves

And here come more of the believing ones
New meaning kisses in the sultry night
Whispering of names, sounds all the same
Some on their own, not feeling so all alone
One a haunted look, reading that same book

Summer’s breath carrying a well remembered scent
Her heels tapping out a long forgotten song
Looks up from a frown, caught not looking around
Smile plays across her lips, stuck with hands on hips
Once we almost danced, Well now we’ve that chance

Where only good stuff gro…ows
Where the sun always sho…ows
Red rose among the trees
the one red rose among the trees

G.R. Hambley ©
April 12, 2016-04-12

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I was having a conversation today with a wonderful thoughtful person. Our conversation was a little bit about writing. That person made me a promise that is provocative and an absolute delight!

Our conversations move around. There was some conversation about triggered memories. We moved in to some talk about being so very low. Being so very low you wonder how or if you’re going to find a way up. Naturally enough that topic led in to making change and finding the way out. I touched on finding my own spirituality and my journey.

We started talking about relative books on the subject and discovered we have one book in common that was profound for each of us in our own way.

What I recommend to those who are feeling empty and searching for a light on their path to awareness are three books. Yes I’ve read them all and more as I journeyed that road of awareness and change myself. The order I encountered the books is different from the order I believe these books are best read to serve the searcher.

The first book was one I discovered for myself. I picked it up. Opened the book to no specific place, just let the book open up for me. This book found its way to me at time when I had gone to ground. I’d needed to, had to, and I went.

Book number two came to me as a gift from someone who, had I not let down, would most probably still be part of my life today. This book is on my “Only 5” that you can take to that mythical island. I’ve read the book a number of times and that book has never failed to make impressions and stimulate my mind.

Bach 05

Third book I discovered in my online poking around on the subject. Took the chance off a few reviews and was very glad I did. The book is good for helping you find balance and order within your chaos.

The Books in what I believe is the best order to read them.

  • A Compass For Healing – Noah benShea
  • Care Of The Soul – Thomas Moore
  • Illusions – Richard Bach

I wish you an amazing journey.

G.R. Hambley ©
April 11, 2016

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Princess Down

Harper Lee passed yesterday at 89. Her book, “To Kill A Mockingbird” and the film it became have special meaning. The film is on my 5 films to take that mythical island and always will be.

Puttering around a few days ago a click bait got me. What novel defines your life. Yes the return sent me tripping.

Novel That Describes Your Life

The passing in this piece took place some time ago. Time to let it join the rest of that stories history.

The prosecution finally rests.

Princess Down
an antithesis

That one could be so utterly fooled by a love
Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned but
Every shake of this head turns disbelief to a deeper anger
Screeching hatred in the bubbling of a volcanic mind

In reflection, being so badly fooled shouldn’t be a surprise
No way to know what went around was never to come around
Kiss of parting with a “soon my love, soon” to soon kissed off
In those parting moments a feeling of great loss was spoken

Night turns to day, the miles grow more and more distant
Go quickly, safely, I’ll make you come back faster was said
Out of sight, the actual truth, really REALLY out of mind
Flippant it must have been that on return a half ring be shared

Oh the lie, oh that smiling lie, “we got this”
How holding tight a manifestation helped love and hope live
Even taking to pen to bleed back home the unknown lie
Learning a crushing truth, it had been always, lie upon lie upon denial

All the minutes and hours and day following day of red hatred, blue tears
Scorn, a good word, just far to little to convey the whole feeling
The cold dark realization this woman is not, was not, a masterpiece
Honest truth is that this woman slithers lower than the serpent of Eden

Early signs show of resurrection, the return to life of one so broken
New wings sprout, majestically unfurl, soaring, seeking, refilling this heart
The last line of the heartfelt, heart wrenched, heart strong from one who just loved
For every day left, it is wished upon you, that day be dark, its night malevolent

G.R. Hambley