Feel. A poem.
Today’s poem is about love, connection, and touch. Continue reading Feel. A poem.
Rain. A Poem.
I felt the rain more deeply than ever before It flowed like chaotic capillaries down my face It mingled with tears, a salty, alchemical mix It touched my tongue, combined saliva and cotton mouth It washed me clean of tragic irony and bittersweet regret And when it stopped I stood there dripping, alone as always Contemplating when it would fall on me again Would I accept its cold, cleansing embrace Or would I shrink away to a warmer, dryer place This poem is another experiment for me. I’ve been trying out different free verse structures and meters, and … Continue reading Rain. A Poem.
Be The Hero Contest (Gotham Writers Workshop)
Following is an email from Steph Spector, director of contests and conferences at Gotham Writers Workshop. If you’re a new writer and would like to enter this competition, click on the link below. Hi Steve! Gotham Writers Workshop (is a) creative writing school based in New York City and online. I’m on Steve Still Standing because I was searching for writing blogs on WordPress, and yours came up. I was reading some of your poetry—it seems like you’re passionate about the craft of storytelling, and I thought you might be interested in sharing Gotham’s newest creative writing contest with your followers. … Continue reading Be The Hero Contest (Gotham Writers Workshop)
Haiku Triplet
Ego Trap Ego overtook Speed trap coming up on right Slowing down, humbly FHL Faith, hope, love, always Far beyond the veil and pale My belief in you Trigger Gripping the gun tight Trigger finger, so itchy Targets never know Haiku, haiku, haiku! I loves it, yes I does, precious! 5/7/5 syllables, precious. Goods enough to eats, it is… Continue reading Haiku Triplet
Online Dating Scams – don’t be a target and a victim
Good lord, I can’t believe it. Me, a guy who is so security and privacy conscious, who is IT-literate and generally pretty smart, fell for one of the oldest scams in the book. Well, not quite fell, but almost. Scams are rife in the world of online dating. Lonely older people are easy to prey on. And having been lonely for a long time, and now in the mature (over 40) age bracket, it appears that I’m now a target. So how did it happen? Loooong story. How about I try to move on from my embarrassment and just tell … Continue reading Online Dating Scams – don’t be a target and a victim
Empty. A poem.
My head hurts. As always.
If I drank, I could blame it on something.
Alas, the blame is all me. Continue reading Empty. A poem.
Frail. A poem.
Yep. Like I said, last poem. Depression is a pain in the… Continue reading Frail. A poem.
Deep. A poem.
Down, down, down, I go. I thought once you hit rock bottom the only way was up. Guess I was wrong.
Depression sucks. Continue reading Deep. A poem.
Magic. A poem.
Yeah, I’m a bit of a sap when it comes to love.
Still looking. Still waiting. Still imagining.
I’ve got a good feeling.
Soon. Continue reading Magic. A poem.
Date Night. A short tale.
The mirror image was unflattering. She had been trying on dresses for the last hour. They always looked better on the rack and in the fitting rooms before she bought them. She knew there was something about the mirrors in stores. Like the ones at carnivals, but warping everything to look better (maybe she should get one installed…). It looked like jeans and a blouse were a better option. Three changes later and she was satisfied. Black skinny jeans (almost a miracle needed to get them on; not quite the parting of the Red Sea, but almost) and a billowy … Continue reading Date Night. A short tale.
The Wait. A poem.
Ever had to wait for an appointment, meeting, etc., where you’ve been unsure of what will happen? Your paranoid thoughts tend to get the better of you. Afterwards you realise they were all for naught, and that everything was always going to be okay.
Stop worrying so much. I should take my own advice, shouldn’t I? Continue reading The Wait. A poem.
Online Date Tragedy. A Haiku Trilogy.
Okay, so I got tired of writing dark poetry. This one’s a little amusing. And 5/7/5 syllable Haiku’s are entirely appropriate for short-lived non-romances.
This is based on my own experiences, of course. I’m sure other people have a great time on their online dates. Continue reading Online Date Tragedy. A Haiku Trilogy.
Poison. A poem.
Your words are poison Entering my ears, seeping to my brain Flowing through arteries, capillaries and veins To my torso, arms and legs and beyond Sapping my strength, dropping me to my knees Feeding my ever-present pain, drawing forth tears That return your bitter poison to the earth beneath my feet Another dark poem. Some day I’ll write a happy one. Just not right now. Continue reading Poison. A poem.
Eyes. A Poem.
I’m not sure how some of my poems come to mind, or why they are all so dark.
Oh, yes, I do. It’s because I’m a depressed and anguished soul. Well, that was easy. Next question? Continue reading Eyes. A Poem.
Awesometacular Justice!
The new trailer for the upcoming Justice League movie is here. I’m sure it will be the first of many as the November release of the movie approaches. For those who don’t know what the Justice League is, they are the premier DC Comics super team, made up of Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Cyborg and Aquaman. And they come together to kick evil’s ass. In the comics the Justice League was created before Marvel’s Avengers, but Warner Brothers, the studio that owns DC Comics, has been dragging its feet and has finally got the celluloid version going. The JL … Continue reading Awesometacular Justice!
