Chalice XLIII

Tranquility be as hard as those word’s
narcissism never new it but now
I eat drink and a little more too bore
I like pork and face-book and not to talk
In reasoned days I have bled my love for him
but why I not remind self I’m in-love
We eat dirt to look in the past for you
you look through you but not into the past
Your belly and i love crackling pork eyes
be the chairman of the board to you
I shut down your lies like the words you knew
love’s fable; it’s guise to your lonely eye’s
You I know everyone and they know I
but everyone is nobody you should know

2017. Adam Blewett ©

going time Chalice XLIV

It’s easy to walk the talk through a bae
show you the know Skype the hype tell the so
“You get what I give you have what I say”
Ruffle the complicate, insinuate’
rehearse the speculate, insinuate’
Chat the phone, ok you are never prone
gift with ‘love’ is only a buy away
Element the muffle, score kerfuffle
insinuate you have a mate from old
You forget I have, you save what I give
this is not your fault your phone is to old
Ok, let’s score you baffle with this ring
save, give, save, live, love, pay, play, why not buy
You had me at mate and of late I’m bate
Too now of confiscate we’re best of friend’s.

2017. Adam Blewett ©

busted luck Chalice XLV

To encounter a chair within a lair
present self in domain of yore and choir
Quote three ex-queens as to thrice for the king
the quota will not inquire the barter
Self serve in worth derisive of native
playing with wisdom of encore and worth
Until violet wine spill the misspent youth
with troubles you wan inglorious tune
of standard anarchy her beauty told
in trade of hearts adjunct inhabiter
past fit resubmit of late ‘enquirer’
For if Matador’s cape the sold stays true
This inquire, you must always start anew.

2017. Adam Blewett ©

Grumbles Chalice XLVI

All those voice’s rained too a tune like me
living in a world created by need
And suffice too say I needed her love
that portion above spread crumbled in song
With pearls of decay her love spread foliage
beneath each betrayal fostered loves glow
I strung those pearls with abandoned country
to have her voice become corrupt of me
Keep your mouth those duck’s they had all flown south
that intake of fools imagine no girls
Your strings are strung in captive of a voice
each bit of you play’s every need of me
Do not imagine those pearls so tiny
For my thoughts spare in an ocean ‘not seen’

2017. Adam Blewett ©

pools of death Chalice XLVII

Was, she not playing this night to a bard
my words be written to enslave the king
Nineteen twenty seven playing the foe
marcasite you pill I whisper with roar
Her fear my treason his death should Macbeth
it was exile by bereft for fit thief
Back in black innocuous blade kings death
blood wail played the score why would he not call
Crimson pools of amber chasing Venus
the scarper risen whilst her sight was gold
Columbus found our world that were be square
the tempest had failed God’s arrow impaled
And wisdom did prevail this Venus gale
Giving breath to Queens last berated Earth

2017. Adam Blewett ©

Insane Chalice XLVIII

They scheduled a place greeting for a time
made for taste charcoal lips and some twist
I tie it up loosen on my shackles
felt a sea salt spray coming some a twist
A plead read a wish shoulder taken stake
no mistaking buckles in open space
Foregone I came to give in crimson tide
a heart in bled this dread will ebb you know
To fast of a cause where crush has my claws
deceit does work if met with a keyless heart
My nectere your noose I dream salts come clean
much in caught jounce tis of pace shell shore crow
In ability crow stringent neath floor
Please pay the cheque; so someday you can caw

2017. Adam Blewett ©

No one’s in Chalice XLIX

Was surreal the size of this door stop
true it blue flirt cutting deep no weep though
You will feel no pain it be just a meme
every inch of the resistance I creep
I knew him saw him lapis lazuli
this man I love with jewelled heart my meme
I bore deep throw hurt heaped punt underscore
rowing my venomous flow of the score
Pain seducer words drive deep in the gut
now this grainless thud of mine images
Hourly’ daily read I give you boiled ink
with this meme a gleaming cute goal to boot
This bout of impression captured for me
reflective this stone is cut to a prism

2016. Adam Blewett ©

makers mark Chalice L

One hold of everlasting impression
Londons fabric became of my night air
Despite have I charred air residing near
for there I stood in yesterday’s clown pants
The makers mend you can not be as friend
we hear you see though it be your stitching
Remove penny mend you need us a look
for my maker to reside bind this book
Ages grow old and I need to be told
it’s your reflecting facet in our hold
The kin will stave in ways of our best friend
it’s of remiss you have us in this look
Reside in heart for this part is of you
Well-being that you belong to our big screen

2017. Adam Blewett ©

Benign Action Chalice LI

Reread love’s mismatched look her open book
besieged every gift I open and close
I cover a place where race cease to chase
held in my heart and hope a rainy-day
More often I’m her word’s then my lies read
intermittently my chance a storm in-dread
My soul impaled within loves lone exhale
earth’s remembrance my incline to the lies
So i chase those forgotten butterflies
pooling my love the only one in trust
Bereft of my loveless heart lost by storm
my nebula tie bound to hazy sky
The time it takes I lust to the my make
Replete nebula narcissist stellar

2017. Adam Blewett ©

A Little Forsaken Sun Chalice LII

Oh slow shipwreck sing your resting hour
Nordic chimes fasten terrors listing heel
Folly-flails neath a tridents blue arctic
dour her stern stilettos’ ghost ship voyage
Four aces played corsairs last pirouette
stole fast the brink of every mermaids look
Azure my spectre of courage foregone
your complaint of greed tends to weathered storm
My nuclei combustible to all
flailing with a solitaire winning hand
Laden with a cache beyond the reef
I found her sunk derivative and bear
Of marionettes forsake swam my fortune
Kindled with love winter’s charcoal withstood.

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Impresso Chalice LIII

Bade you the impression of regression
anti hope dote to spill the news before
Dreams come true with coffee and good freewill
pedaling paranoia of your know
Address the task forebode to merchant fear
consume and armour yourself with hatred
Years of a glossary in ill effect
fuelled with a need of loath to self worth
Driving the easy explain of her vain
arriving in a recession of love
Take down his page and you will age for fear
for intellect it is sold once a year
Nigh the black dog I transcribe; yesteryear
Reducing tonic sold in melancholy

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LIV

Maintenance was my only profession
eight a day I would lock myself away
The gallery know now I were coming
eighteen an hour silent in repair
My stealth another year another fight
there I was song and remuneration
For my dying father I gave made love
a wreath that has no place from a lost heart
Impending shelter cheap-wine and no growth
the crucible to my city concave
White gold I would platinum yellow their sky
dreamt a dream the crow’s caw would find my heart
Cotton clouds raining candy for the soul
Post-traumatic hunger his page my death

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LV

Resolving the task you need not to ask
find a punishment by your lack of time
Reduce the scare with a brother of ply
redefine our love catch my unaware
The rarest of you will frame us aware
no femme fatale your step is my lie
This kingdom you try will never replete
it is obsolete without you and I
Obsessive caressive redundant sky
vast as her sound empty in your employ
Lover of centuries branding natures play
you must hear without this lovely neglect
Share me this mystic day i have of you
That it’s truth i’m only in love with you

2018 Adam Blewett ©

a love in you Chalice LVI

If word allowed I would answer my prayers
put on a hold any sold temperature
Redefine what her beauty mean to me
every angle possible would I chime
My inspire a beauty should retear
her word’s are mine a fabric to my soul
Phonically impaired a word a gate
open to dreams vast as a starry sky
My quest bestowed I’d rewrite loving why’s
claim a heart make to a vesture her love
If I could dream of a better future
my nirvana would never come of you
Heaven to your love my spinning aura
Latch the night sky; sing to me your beauty

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LVII

Wither away timeless recount of noon
it’s the moon that I am a love for the tune
Hark the night every-day there is a plight
fill me a memory with less your score
Atop my new the dream is fewer you
sublime subliminal live long with my
Moon-lit night am i shadow’s only light
save some scrumpet for my return to you
Bemoan in healthy set sail no tale here
the a depository you have my dear
Reword the world I am placed less of me
the fewer of you the nearer of my
If you recount in-less of our amount
Then my last fewer will remain least me

2018 Adam Blewett ©

EASTER Chalice LVIII

I am what I am: you’re alive through me
this bad essence of remembering me
you are driven for me the blind to see
I am hearing your words and hear you’re being
what this never see is how is the me
fooling me I paraphrase this better
owing your karma I sell perfume Rama
taking two funny men syrup my wombs
shorten my other stride be his life’s-bride
feed myself and nurture my daily bread
meet in the reverie I had taken you
their complaints risen with our morning Sun
Walk through my timeline of trees and no haste
Splintering that recount of time no host

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LIX

The air be long, the distance t’ween you, I
me in time, space I know does not exist
Glaze with superficial celebrations
poisoned man led with death a creeping door
It’s a sterile intervention you me
germination will fossil his ice tea
Tepid any memory you have of me
one nil eighteen seventy nine imagine
Communists will produce in nursery rhyme
fascists will coin the phrase he was naked
Now I have your imagination sport
Vladimir will dress the lack of her bare
Will reduce song a thought he never were
the mild air borne for my forlorn a state

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LX

Tremulous bird black mocking don’t talk back
decision of a conclusion I’m near
A heart trespasses the unlatched within
capitulated in the breathtaking hurt
My tremulous black bird I knot in heart
amorphous memory’s residing fly by
Forever encapsulated you are
my veins salient the decree within
As many as the earth shaded from light
black heart bird I fight the hatred of hurt
Warm and glazed heart surround my love lit way
on before a returning day’s night end
Count oh you to rise before the many
Of you the my black bird to nights befriend

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LXI

Berating is home to navigation
coward mine fool i inebriation
Glass half full half empty my lazy lids
attrition catching ambition lazy
All hope’s expelled neo the navigation
permit you mine a cause too admit I
Commit me swell for they bellow hell
give the a jump asking not what you say
Born to a universe in a rehearse
habitually round the thought endlessly
Realm into forebode a caustic abode
bring the bombastic my scholastic
Cognitively bear mine habitually
Inebriate the dead fashion reread

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LXII

Primal time with lore and do you recall
how neatly you found my fondness for sound
Had for nominate to us making hay
the billing was sheaf or bare barley feet
Our guilty Sun had shone with romance
in accolading many a curved curl back
Lullabies for the cubist in love you
her sanctuary a-give to beauty
My fondness for happiness did glow
kindled warmth that love had lone to me
Peeling layer by layer to her core
cupid’s harp of strings played forevermore
Fleeting bliss and what was that you did miss
My mind is an extra in claim you fall

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LXIII

Morsel the trickle of ambiguity
meandering a catch muslin of cause
Salient cloth salinity dewdrop
Braille your way to find her about the girl
We’d like to say it be very passè
though all her sails bead molten and lava
Quipped to power sound set and aqueduct
our imported tea remain green unseen
The ozone layers digress absolute
water dilation starved abomination
Seas and the seven prowlers of the deep
weep the worlds that we never repeated
The problematic thoroughfare aware
Dramatically a state cosmetic

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LXIV

We had then comprehend with ill comply
throughout his soul retrieving the misspent
Bye shot the reload profoundly silent
at craftsman like set to extraordinaire
Black or pigment replacement square the out
hasten to viral the hallucinogen
I know your here but I am over there
manufactured in ante compliance
Pilfered networking the rework of youth
at trust craftless in a land of glory
Of coffers grow old repeating in lark
learnt to betray not his garnisheed ways
No home no song lest him lifting last light
Cavernous lamenting his last right hook

2018 Adam Blewett ©

Chalice LXV

Misplaced tools

the waning hour audits my desire
as repealing a grafted introvert

esoteric of manipulation
labeled to the regression of tension

the there is of no mention be you dare
explaining such an itch from British tongue

dream have i less retort been of my stream
sorrowful not to rise but awoken

befell loves bell to scarlet into twelve
mocking cordite haphazard be gone

waxing moonlit alchemy past midday
dream of yore surpassed intemperate of gold

pigments unto worldly humble unfold
lasting impression never to be told.

2019 © Adam Blewett

Chalice LXVI

Them of minus ten to the boarders
her facsimile at doctor’s deity
There expulsion due to incoming love
how the delay our atmosphere of heat
Past withdrawn surpassed for hot the whether
no reception she bruise unheard of to
Expulsion ten to tend at the boarders
Doctor’s orders where paperwork begin
Her unseen obstetric misplaced from birth
deity to facsimile a line
Sublime her recall a intervention
upsetting us they curse remixed at birth
The number you have dialed cannot be said
For the page you have will language no hurt

2019 Adam Blewett ©

Ornament: chalice LXVII

How many times had I found he not vestige my need to see…….
but was it not you though me he could not nurture that we err and belong to be…….
perfection fell to cloud in him a young so dear old me a clue shod to the knew…..
as further they new the know there older then them of you to shoulder in order …….
stronger he grew the original knew surpassing his martyr to own his throne…….
so let me redress if you can see the clothed be all things me so was it not you……
anthology be a gesture to call in the a rewrite of a king’s pardon…….

2019 ADAM BLEWETT ©