Numb by Nigel Byng

Numb by Nigel Byng And so they rebuildWhile the wounded are removed from the battle fieldWhile the bodies lay entombed in the rubbleAnd while the children die and mothers grieveThey rebuild Still they fallParachutes drop life saving aid and foodBombs rain down like demon mannaCraters collect acid rain, the limbs of the fallen,and like the...

Your Charm by Norj Joseph

Your Charm by Norj Joseph You made me fall in love with youBut you made me a foolYour magical charm and captivating beautyTook away my brute strengthAnd forgot who I am Your charm seems so magicalAnd your beauty captivated meYou made me forget who I wasBecause "Out of the strong came something sweet." You made...

Ghost Limbs by Nigel Byng, 2024

Ghost Limbs by Nigel Byng, 2024 Not everything in this life has an explanationIf you’re lucky enough, you get a do over in the reincarnationSome questions are best left alone I remember a time when “sudden death” used to be a sporting termLighting does strike twice; maybe thrice as bad news always comes in threes....

Now I lay me Down by Nigel Byng

Now I lay me Down by Nigel Byng I prayed the Lord my soul to keepAs I visited the familiar and the unknownA stranger, so welcomed in the darkness, I call it homeA paralysis so vibrant and alive,at one with God, feeling every momentIt is an abyss, so hauntingly silentIt is its own consciousness, speaking...

Via Dolorosa-A Collaboration of Nigel & Melissa (a reblog)

https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2024/03/31/via-dolorosa-a-collaboration-with-nigel-byng/?page_id=8647 I have the biggest respect for both Nigel and Melissa. These two are extraordinary briliant writers/poets and storytellers. I applaud Melissa for using the first person point of view in all of her poetry pieces. I too, use the same POV in most of my poems unless required by a certain prompt or form....

In The Dying Light by Nigel Byng

In The Dying Light by Nigel Byng He is holding the old kerosene lamp, and I am cradling the smoke-tinged shade he had asked me to hold so carefully. I didn’t even wish to breathe for fear I would drop it. He was refilling the oil font, setting the wick, grinding his teeth. Hands moving...

The Inner Child Speaks -pt. 3

https://hytsdaily.com/2024/03/09/the-inner-child-speaks-pt-3/?page_id=3135 Nigel, brings the part 3 of his interview with the wonderful Joni. And this is the part where I can totally relate with Joni’s story. Joni started singing when she was 6 years old, her first performance in front of an audience and aired on a local radio. Apparently, Joni was the only one...

The Inner Child Speaks – pt 2

The impact of child traumatic stress can last well beyond childhood. Trauma is a risk factor for nearly all behavioral health and substance use disorders. A critical part of children's recovery is having a supportive caregiving system, access to effective treatments, and service systems that are trauma informed. And as we celebrate International Women's Day tomorrow,...

Forbidding the Forbidden by Nigel Byng

Forbidding the Forbidden by Nigel Byng What is it that can separate?Amidst the pillars of contradictory traditionsAgainst the rip currents of colliding worldsCommonsense is truncatedSo that belief could dictate where a love should bloom Sweetest in the moment it hits the lipsStimulating the senses to deliriumDiluting humanity to languid disdainful glancesPursuing an end to that...

Mercenary by Nigel Byng

Mercenary by Nigel Byng Sparks fizz in the distant night skyGreen halos float overhead, their destination, deathHarbingers of doomDestroyer of worldsScooping out young men and maidens, the old men and the children from the soilLike the seeds of cucumbers in June Another warAnother conflict devoid of reasonAnother contract between maligned actors fulfilledWatching the world burnMakes...

«To Surrender Now» by Nigel Byng, Publication of the Month Nominee on Spillwords

Hotel Masticadores’ featured writer and Master Storyteller Nigel Byng, is in the running for Publication of The Month at Spillwords Press for his romantic poem entitled: “To Surrender Now” We are proud to celebrate one of our own.

The Years of Famine by Nigel Byng

The Years of Famine by Nigel Byng The sidewalk café is quiet at this time of the morning. I sit here drafting a poem. Maybe the woman of my dreams would consider this desperate. I know that I would. We haven’t seen each other for seven years, and she’s supposed to meet me here in...

Intentional is my love By Nigel Byng

Intentional is my loveBy Nigel Byng To this man, words hold a certain valueBroken trust, depreciates rapidly integrity and virtueNot even apologies and tearsOr the accumulation of invested yearsCan repair the breach in the sacred pavilionWhere we once sought communion Like shrapnel, broken promisesAre designed to inflict the worst damageThose insignificant white liesLike stealthy projectilesProvocations...

Indomitable by Nigel Byng

Indomitable by Nigel Byng Faith asks unfair questions of meIt is ostensibly a mystery.Collapsing upon me, with the advantage of eternityThere is no out-maneuvering the disparityStand firm, be resolute, and challenge everythingThe ALL brings a cosmic understanding,Moves with its own universal timingResistance is futile… defeatingIt rocks the boat when it wants tooShake your fists at...

Awakening by Nigel Byng

Awakening by Nigel Byng The abyss of bliss, limitless mischief. Boys will be boys she said. A flippant surrender. She recognizes it’s like trying to inhale a tornado, a failure apparent when confronted by boundless, unfettered testosterone. To havoc wreak with duplicitous misdeeds, an ode to joy, and unsupervised malfeasance. The harmony of buzzing bees,...