Party Girl. A poem.
She died that day, kept all inside, No longer daddy’s joy and pride. The little girl that love rejected, forgotten in her wayward stride. She turned to other things and men and they did have their way, but then she … Continue reading Party Girl. A poem.
Haiku Friday: Tragedy. A haiku.
Tragedy Tragedy is what those who deter from fate’s path call coincidence. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Tragedy. A haiku.
Instrument of Thought. A poem.
Every thought is a mere grace note, a barely consumed pinpoint in a barely thought out world, an architectural nightmare of unplanned infrastructure and roads to nowhere. But every once in a while, that note combines into a chord, and … Continue reading Instrument of Thought. A poem.
The Difference. A poem.
Not the same, not the way it was before, even though it was nothing less and nothing more, it’s not the same. Just a shame it’s not like it was before, even though it could never be, of that I’m … Continue reading The Difference. A poem.
What I’ve been watching 2
A few months back I did some mini-reviews of Netflix shows I’d been watching (Australian Netflix – some of these series are on different networks in America and Europe). Here are some more short reviews of what I’ve been watching: … Continue reading What I’ve been watching 2
Punch Drunk. A poem.
I can feel the jagged terrain of your knuckles on my face, the force of mountain slides delivered on winds of fury and ever-reckless contempt. Should I return the favour or turn the other cheek, as my saviour recommends? I’ll … Continue reading Punch Drunk. A poem.
Mermaid. A poem.
For far too long have I been bereft, a lonely thing, dragged and left, taken down to quench my thirst, to bitter shoals to do their worst. No sails upon this mast of mine to catch the winds of better … Continue reading Mermaid. A poem.
Mission Impossible: Fallout. A movie review.
Negligible spoilers! I’d heard good things about Cruise’s latest impossible mission and decided to give it a go. MI:Fallout has a reasonable story with twists I (unfortunately) saw coming a mile away and some very stoic performances. It rises to … Continue reading Mission Impossible: Fallout. A movie review.
Haiku Friday: The Path. A haiku.
The Path Thank me when the night journeys into day and the path is lit again. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some … Continue reading Haiku Friday: The Path. A haiku.
Return to Form. A poem.
Why do you care if I feel more pain than you? Your subtle glance in half-light, barely aware of my passing shadow. How far will your hurt take you back again to rile so hypocritically against the burgeoning gates? I … Continue reading Return to Form. A poem.
Aimless Wanderer. A poem.
Aimless wanderer, where do you wander and what do you see? Helpless and circumspect, lost betwixt light and night. Aimless wanderer What do you wonder In times like these? Empty and argumentative, found betwixt might and right. Aimless wanderer, wander … Continue reading Aimless Wanderer. A poem.
Apology. A poem.
I’m so sorry that I left you to face the world alone. I’m so sorry for the things I said and did, I will atone. I’m so sorry I can’t help you now, in your time of need. I’m so … Continue reading Apology. A poem.
An Elegy. A poem.
It’s almost surreal when your back’s against the wall, your toes upon the razor’s edge, one slip and then you fall. It’s the strangest feeling when all the good you’ve done is dismissed as mere circumstance, and everything undone. It’s … Continue reading An Elegy. A poem.
Sea of Love. A poem.
I long for the sea, to feel the bright whispers of the surf and salt between my toes, the sand crumbling beneath my feet. I long to float in her, to move my restless shell along her graceful curves, to … Continue reading Sea of Love. A poem.
Grave. A poem.
I stand before the hole that wouldst be my grave. Where sullen earth and tepid worms do cry and call to me, my ample soul. This grave I’ve dug to fit my fettered frame, denuded in the wintry night to … Continue reading Grave. A poem.
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