Rise To. A poem.
Survival by any other name A test of will and vitriol A circuitous route to endings And beginnings and Everything in between I rise to the occasion For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Rise To. A poem.
This Sin. A poem.
This sin lies heavily Upon hapless shoulders Falling with the burden Rising with responsibility And sinking in a tide Designed to drown A better man For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the … Continue reading This Sin. A poem.
After the Show. A poem.
Where did you go When the curtain fell And the audience went home Critiquing the show No after party tryst No drink for the damned Just a lonely player On an empty stage Stealing Shakespeare And fittingly rebuked For more … Continue reading After the Show. A poem.
Play. A poem.
Each day my play begins Screen play and type play Mouse play and horse play Print play and scan play Role play and life play Each day behind the keyboard My play begins For more Poetry, click here. For more … Continue reading Play. A poem.
Back Again. A poem.
Back on the train Standing in line With all the star-crossed And befuddled With tickets to nowhere And a pocketful of change Back in the game Standing in line With all the peacocks And pistoleros With tickets on themselves And … Continue reading Back Again. A poem.
Laidback DM: Raw Dice and Partying on the Edge
I know you’ve been there, no doubt many times: a planned encounter, meticulously balanced to allow the party a measure of challenge, but one that you know they should get through reasonably well. And then: amazingly bad dice rolls; the … Continue reading Laidback DM: Raw Dice and Partying on the Edge
Road Song. A poem.
Your road sings to me And I whisper in return, And I drive until sunrise And don’t stop to rest Until you lull me to sleep. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for … Continue reading Road Song. A poem.
Listen. A poem.
Here in the unyielding silence, I hear lonely, pensive thoughts; Feel anxious heart beats drumming; Sense ageless rain extinguishing the fires of a thousand shining lights. A constant elegy, Soundtrack to my existence. Do you hear it, too? Listen For … Continue reading Listen. A poem.
Old Ones. A poem.
I wonder what the old ones think When they see young eyes upon the brink Who tell them what they think they know Ignoring the wisdom of their growth Do they roll their eyes, nod and smile Do they walk … Continue reading Old Ones. A poem.
Snow Angels. A poem.
I craved your attention, But you were content Creating snow angels And only dreaming Of the new day sun. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and … Continue reading Snow Angels. A poem.
Submission. A haiku.
I’m in remission: Contemplating my fission And my submission. 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 … Continue reading Submission. A haiku.
Screens. A poem.
My reflection on the screen Is a reflection of my soul Empty and two-dimensional At times our eyes are one Mixing and mingling Like ghosts in the electrical ether There is only need and want As our fingers touch Across … Continue reading Screens. A poem.
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 … Continue reading Seekers. A haiku.
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 … Continue 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 … Continue reading Forgotten. A poem.
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