The Pastor's Wife - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Each day the pastor wakes at dawn

when the world is pure and clean.

In the sleepy glow of sunrise

he looks with love at his young bride

and listens to her gentle breathing.

But he knows his work is to redeem

his soul and to save the souls of others.

He kisses her softly on the cheek

and every day like before, he goes out

to the world to do the work of God.

The Ballad of John O'Kelly - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Body in a Mortuary | Getty Images

Night falls on London Town.

Hustlers, dancers, and musicians
and all who know the seedier side
of city life begin to drift to work.

Cordoba Nights - a poem by Chris Zachariou

wild black curls

A fierce wind scorches Cordoba
    tonight
lewd and shameful like a voracious lover.

Crawling in through doors ajar and open
    windows
it caresses all hungry lovers entwined
the tortured old and the restless young.

The Circus - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Young Dreamer's Leap

The circus will perform
   tonight
in a bleak and distant land.

I do not fear you anymore - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Divine Fury Unveiled

My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.

This place is bleak.

There are no flowers
the land is scarred
and all the birds have fled.

A solitary burnt-out tree
with a broken branch
is struggling to survive
against disease and darkness.

The Hero - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Relationship breakdown - Photo by Eric Ward

I remember your pain when your lover left
and your when another came to stay.

He was famous, a hero and a legend
with a crown of laurels on his head.
He filled your world with brave dreams
and dazzled you with his light.

Sad echoes of my life - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Lonely Man on a Park Bench

You have now taken over.

You are with me every minute
of my life and it all seems so real—
a kindness of time standing still.

You are everywhere I look, always

with white lilies in your hands.