Keith & Elizabeth Stanley-Mallett - Poetry Books

Before the Rainbow Fades

Before the Rainbow FadesBefore the Rainbow Fases is a collaboration, including the poems of both Keith and Elizabeth Stanley-Mallett. It is 226 pages.

You can read some poems from the book below.

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Poems from Before the Rainbow Fades, Part I
by Keith Stanley-Mallett

One Instant Sublime

The darkness was, always had been,
Dark nothingness, unknowing,
Unbound and limitless, untold
Aeons, timeless and non-flowing.

Profound then, the spark of consciousness
That within one instant sublime,
In one explosive blast of light
Wrought the beginnings of time.

And through that one instant, bestowed
Life and consciousness to darkness,
A nursery of suns, for light and warmth
Inviting life's spark to manifest.

Thus began time, life and thinking minds,
All so very long ago,
That to this point in time
You and I these things can know

Before the Rainbow Fades

Within the darkened sky
At just such a precise moment,
Appears as if by a hologram
A rainbow of colours sent -

By nature, to arch high and wide,
Refracted hydrous light
Through sunlight's interaction
With cloud-fed droplets bright -

Light the sky in a blazing band
Of seven colourful hues,
That appear from nowhere
And disappear after view -

To live but for a brief moment,
Until the sun redeems its crown
And water-drops suspend their fall
Before the rainbow fades to cloud.

Superior Thoughts

Why is it there are those
Who think they know it all?
Perhaps a selected education
Induced this superior thought.

To think their philosophy
Is better than the rest
Of human analysis and thinking,
And their ideas and beliefs are best -

Qualifies them as utter
Self-opinionated fools,
Who constantly seek to override
All, and any conflicting views.

And in so doing, destroy
What little hope there is to find
For potential new lights
Thus, rising stars fall before they shine.

A Priceless Boon

The cat's under the table
The dog's in the corner,
And the sultry heat of summer
Turns the house into a sauna

Open wide the French doors
Throw back the casement windows,
Let what little air there is
Circulate a fresher flow.

Yet even then 'tis not enough
To cool the animals and man.
Time to find that modern innovation
The wonderful electric fan.

One in the lounge is placed
A second for the bedroom,
One more for the working den
And draught becomes a priceless boon.

A Tribute to John Keats

He is not wholly dead
His memory does deny,
For his mind rests in my head
And in poesy does lie.

Such a premonition held
He was soon to die,
Life he thought of as a dream
For only he knew why.

Profound in awareness
His living dream of life,
To be born again at death
His soul once more to fly.

You, You and You

I promise to be faithful
I promise to be true,
You are my only love
Just you, you and you.
If things sometimes go wrong
I'll know just what to do,
To satisfy and right the wrong
For you, you and you.

When you are sad and down
And the day's long and blue,
I'll bring sweet laughter and cheer
Unto you, you and you.
Then, when the day is done
And stars come into view,
Love I'll give, most tenderly
To you, you and you.

Poems from Before the Rainbow Fades, Part II
by Elizabeth Stanley-Mallett


Was I dreaming or was it real?
I saw my childhood home,
The old house there standing still
I was the one that roamed.

My spirit there will always be
Memories grow as I sleep,
Some rich and fragrant scenes
Treasured, buried deep.

Children played and ran around
In and out their hides,
A paradise, fantasy land
And tractor trailer rides.

Chickens laid brown, healthy eggs'
The dogs jumped out the run,
Cats caught rats, kept vermin down,
My home of varied fun.

The fields around grace the house
In soft embrace of green,
Pond and well, hedge and lane
Enhance the natural scene.

I dream away into the fire
That up the chimney roars,
I see bright flames dancing wild
Burning coals and more.

Time has not dulled the ache
My dreams resurrect,
I need to let my mind dream on
My longings to project.

Nothing can ever take its place
My heart is firmly planted,
My home's a piece of history
That is, so enchanted.

Life has played a losing hand
Pulled me far away,
I can but dream I will return
Some favoured, lucky day.


Blooming wild in far-off fields
A crimson lake of poppies grow,
A homage to the loss of life
That occurred so long ago.

Flanders Field is but one of those
Battlefields of the Great War,
Wounded, limping home to find
Poverty, hardship, empty store.

My grandfather fell in the Somme
His widow had four children small,
The poppies blooming in the fields
Cannot pay this debt at all.

We owe so much to the fallen men
Their sacrifice was vast,
Poppies, every year, must show
Their courage has not passed.

In our hearts, the poppies bloom
Wear them, displayed with pride,
Heroes gone, kept evergreen,
By our respect, deep inside.

The Muddy Lane

It lays wet all the year
Thanks to spring underground,
With leaning elm and flanking willow
Bearing honeysuckle crown.

In evening fall the perfume heady
Lays its fragrance on the air,
Cartwheel ruts sunken deep
Squashes mud everywhere.

An old Roman road to some
Stones showing through on top,
Access to the deeper fields
And their quality crops.

A muddy lane for many,
Just a track from the farm,
Peaceful, leafy promenade,
Rural country charm.

The spring brings water, fresh
Emerging for a spell,
From the lane, it shows its course
At the farmhouse well.