Seekers. A haiku.

Darkness is no friend To those who seek out the light Their first time outside For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Lockdown. A poem.

Another day in paradise: Locked down in my place Of subtle introspection And outrageous fortune. Savouring the sweet scents Of ‘Le perspiration’ and ‘Le boredom’; The gentle, beseeching touch Of stubble and sweatpants; Bewitching sights and sounds Of out of tune guitars And phosphorus screens; The incessant clacking Of typewriter keys and backspacing. The shadowedContinue reading “Lockdown. A poem.”

Forgotten. A poem.

Blinkered, leading the way from behind This train of thought left the station long ago Left you standing vacant on the platform Waiting for another to come along But you’ve forgotten who you are And they’ve forgotten you and your scars Consideration and commiseration Time to come in from the cold For more Poetry, clickContinue reading “Forgotten. A poem.”

Isolated. A poem.

I’m here, you’re there. The screen flickers and lags As broadband strains under the weight Of so many hellos and goodbyes Here in the cultured iniquity Of my room, my world My sense of reason defied By a virus so small and nondescript But spreading so quickly and killing so easily That flattening the curveContinue reading “Isolated. A poem.”

The Darkness Won. A poem.

When darkness kneads my shoulder Like an old and long, lost friend, Tar dripping from his fingers Bringing pain and bitter ends. I kneel and bear that heavy weight And thank him for his visit. And sink below, a drowning man With a lead weight for his business. And darkness smiles, cackles with glee, HisContinue reading “The Darkness Won. A poem.”

#2ManyBooks. A Poem.

I have far too many books. Far #2ManyBooks Too many to read in one month, or one day, one afternoon a plenty, one year or decade. I read a few at a time: one here and one there; how many more, who’s to say, who’s to care? #2ManyBooks I’m an organizational champ, a pedantic time loon, ButContinue reading “#2ManyBooks. A Poem.”

RightWhereUWant2B. A poem.

U make things so hard When they should B E Z But E Z is not What U want What U need (A little inconsistency A little conspiracy A little paranoid delusion A little freaked-out seclusion) And U R right where U want 2 B U need 2 B U make things so hard WhenContinue reading “RightWhereUWant2B. A poem.”

Cold, Hard Facts. A poem.

Empty out these cold, hard facts Pour them in a bowl to inspect The entrails, mysteries unsolved By the clueless and the klutzes Cold, hard facts and nothing else But a ringing that won’t leave Your heart and ears, a reminder That you had it better, once Before these cold, hard facts Blew you awayContinue reading “Cold, Hard Facts. A poem.”

Until. A haiku.

My soul is rooted In selfishness and conceit Until You lift me For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Ice Cold. A poem.

A perilous montage Belies the truth A potent mix that Soaks in waters Where icebergs And submersibles Hide bittersweet Goodbyes A dangerous place Windswept with lies A potent reminder That all is not As it was or could be An icy reminder Of yesterday’s Foreshadowing For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Ice Cold. A poem.”

Outside and In. A poem.

How I miss you Even when you’re here Prostrate beside me Worshiping rod and staff Valley and furrow Driven to excess And shaken to the core How I miss you Outside and in For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Outside and In. A poem.”

Kal-el. A poem.

Sky of blue up here Where cacophony And constancy Plies the airwaves And escape is the stuff Of fantasy Where responsibility Is a tribulation Accepted righteously The world cries In hypocrisy And only a refugee Can address it With moral consistency Two feet on the ground Head in the clouds For more Poetry, click here.Continue reading “Kal-el. A poem.”

Green. A poem.

The green envelops me And I float And rise And sink On this green tide The green consumes me As I taste And toil And vomit This green inside The green greets me And seduces me And I As with all Welcome it In return For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Green. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Path.

My photography. My poetry. A nice mix, I think. Cheers Steve 🙂 Path. A poem. Surrounded, enclosed, cut off from all and sundry. You opened the way, you cleared a path. I walked to you, and the sun shone anew. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for theContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Path.”

Shake. A poem.

What slumber is this? How far deep in waking dreams Did this course of action Decide progress beyond Frank anticipation? Shudder under a veil Of night as black as pitch That sinks thought As dark as tar and deep Into this vale we’ll toil, Until the morning sun Casts glimmers of wistful Hope on towersContinue reading “Shake. A poem.”

Righteous. A Haiku.

You are so righteous, So much ‘holier than thou’— Get in line, baby For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

I Tried. A poem.

I tried to make you happy And not to bring you down But again I failed so inevitably Thorny crown upon my brow I tried to make you happy But perhaps the stage was set For another lonely scene of remonstrance A monologue of regret I tried to make you happy But it seems toContinue reading “I Tried. A poem.”

Sh&t Show. A poem.

This sh&t show never ends I would change the channel But the remote’s on the fritz And there’s nothing else Worthwhile on anyway And even if there was I’m too apathetic to care And too down to get up today Too spent to make some change And too Too This sh&t show never ends UntilContinue reading “Sh&t Show. A poem.”

Currents and Whirlpools. A poem.

Somewhere along the way I lost sight of yesterday Drifting on currents and whirlpools Threatening to take me Down to places I’d rather not be And so I fell as deeply as one could As far down as one never ever should A stone and leaden weight Sinking deeper into fate Violent currents and whirlpoolsContinue reading “Currents and Whirlpools. A poem.”

Vantage Point. A haiku.

From this vantage point Worlds beyond reality Call to adventure For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

My Lady Waits. A poem.

My lady waits in conscious thought, Precluded and abstaining, With fickle motions bought And sold in a moment’s notice. She stands and lies and shivers, Like summer rainfall or icy leaves At winter’s end, when all delights Must finally shake those fickle traces And embrace their bitter finality. My lady waits and presents Herself toContinue reading “My Lady Waits. A poem.”

Blameless. A haiku.

How blameless you are, forever blaming others— mirror without truth. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

So. A stream of consciousness poem.

So. So so so. So, a lot of people seem to have an issue with uncertainty. About where they are headed, about the meaning of life. You know. The big questions. I’m one of those. Sometimes. So. So, I know I’m on a path. I’m a believer in predestination. Destiny. Fate. Call it what youContinue reading “So. A stream of consciousness poem.”

Briars and Thorns. A poem.

All these briars and thorns— Sticking and slicing, Pricking and enticing— Patterning my body And reflecting my somber discontent. Marking a trail upon this empty flesh— A patina of scar tissue, A fleshy, vertiginous map— To guide me like a lost, Angst-filled, wayward child. Back from the emptiness Of my long congealing heart. For moreContinue reading “Briars and Thorns. A poem.”

Corridors. A haiku.

All these corridors Merge into a common path Leading me to you For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Drowning Not Waving. A poem.

It’s so easy to wave And then slide below And let the tide take me Wherever we’ll go Waving not drowning Just a puppet on show Drowning not waving Behind a curtain of woe For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “Drowning Not Waving. A poem.”

She. A haiku.

She: the best and worst and everything in between. She, you should treasure. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Delineate. A poem.

Let me draw an outline Around your heart And delineate The love between Let me itemise it Systematically Congruently Congenially Tangentially Until it is so defined That it no longer Means a thing To either you or me Because logic And love Are not the same And you and I Delineate it Differently For moreContinue reading “Delineate. A poem.”

Here. A haiku.

You long for purpose, Searching far for fulfilment, When it’s right here, now. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Blame. A poem.

I took the blame For it was my lot To stumble and toil And make my weary way Back to life From whence I was cast Aside But blame should be Apportioned Fairly and to each For blame lies not in one But in the actions And inactions Of all Forevermore For more Poetry, clickContinue reading “Blame. A poem.”

Murder of Crows. A poem.

A tendency to exaggerate. Variable and inconsistent, A migratory bird, unaware Which hemisphere is up Or what time of year it is. A mountain and a molehill, Keynotes of your dependency. Furtive and insecure And longing for approval; All wayward illegitimacy. Time to find the truth within And not try so hard To be partyContinue reading “Murder of Crows. A poem.”

Paramour. A poem.

These metaphors, So sorely overused, Are now circumspect And reeking of apathy. I long to find Such cunning words That would spin Symphonies of ardency. This paramour, In evidence alone, Has proven they Can break your heart so many times, Yet always have you Coming back for more. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “Paramour. A poem.”

Practice Makes Perfect. A poem.

I reach And yet Everything Is so Far away Unknowable My fingertips Brush The surface Of something I cannot Grasp No matter How hard I try But that Won’t stop Me from Persevering Because Practice Makes Perfect For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely andContinue reading “Practice Makes Perfect. A poem.”

Switch. A poem.

I stopped to think and thought Perhaps I shouldn’t do so Perhaps I should just stand and rise Above all the crap I’m floating in All the muck and detritus I’ve let gather around me All these years and tears And heartfelt fears That congest the waters And drag me down A skeletal grip uponContinue reading “Switch. A poem.”

Shattered. A haiku.

Your fragile ego, shattered in many pieces. Can it be remade? For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

The Wait is Over. A poem.

The wait is over And although you were active All along Spewing literary concerns Like jaded opinions And late afternoon enfilades The time has come For release From this future tense To revel in the irony That what kept you going Was a bitter sense of yesterday And wanting To get far away From allContinue reading “The Wait is Over. A poem.”

The Whole Shebang. A poem.

Attitudes entrenched by years of disbelief, tears and fears. Shaken, abused and confused; broken, taken and refused, again and again, until there’s nothing left but regret and emptiness. An anger that shakes these foundations of resentment, these skyscrapers of doubt. Twisting and turning this rage about until there’s nothing left but wanton disregard. Enough toContinue reading “The Whole Shebang. A poem.”

Centre Stage. A poem.

Saw you again the other day, ring on finger, centre stage. I smiled, a little whimsically, through sad and bitter memories. I looked back amongst the bric-a-brac, how we laughed and walked, and fought like that. And played and talked and teased again— sometimes enemies, sometimes friends. I realised, despite the lies of youth, IContinue reading “Centre Stage. A poem.”

Steak Sandwich. A poem.

Brown, blood-streaked breadcrumb entree Built to serve Consistently It roils and rocks In the mouth, awash Then on it floats Sea of acid wash A meal of kings A grand entry Ignominious exit Consistency Brown, blood-streaked A warning bell To the doctor, now And time will tell For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Steak Sandwich. A poem.”