My senses crucifiedMy weary soulYour goal To tear me downLike posts atA football riotTo pierce my veins And brainAnd heartAnd leave meWallowingA fish withoutA sea or coastSo I might Lose all sightThe blind amongstThe blindWandering NonsensicallyOn a whimOr on a breezeListing aimlesslyInto the bayWhere this boyWill rest At piersAnnoyedAnd anxiousAnother toyFor you to Cast asideIntoContinue reading “Mixed Metaphors. A poem.”
Next to youFar from youLike parallelDimensions Existing In quantum fluxBeside and yetAsideAnd never butAlways Distant For more poetry, click here.
You thought you’d drop round and visit meBringing clouds and miseryTo rain upon my weary doorAnd highlight my bleak historyYou thought you’d walk here by my sideAnd plum the depths, right here insideTo cast a shadow over meTo drown me in the deepening tideA visitor, that comes and goesThat wracks my thoughts with heady blowsAndContinue reading “Visitor. A poem.”
You were here, then goneA muse for just a while A bittersweet, infuriatingAftertaste That lingers on my tongueAnd in my thoughts And linesA subtle conclusion To remonstrate And redefine An acidic fingertipDipped in inkBurning tattooed linesIn heart and skinIn remembrance Bygones be bygonesA dear song, loved longMy bittersweetInfuriatingAftertasteYou linger on For more poetry, click here.
Use this template: buildAnd make it your starting placeTo reignite joy For more poetry, click here.
Have we forgottenThat which brought us to this placeSo we might rebuild For more poetry, click here.
I wonder now, what I would sayIf you appeared some sunny dayGracious in defeat/successNever worst and never bestOlive branch or olive oilTo smooth the wayward groundWords succinct and biting tongueTo hold me to account And as I watched you go awayWistful thoughts of now and then Churning heart and roiling brain Then and now, howContinue reading “How and When. A poem.”
The promise of allOf who, wherefore art thouA macrocosm Of possibilityA smile to turn And shake foundations With discord and deceit Thrown awayAs if the promiseWere nothing But an empty boxHow I do wish For you to grace My world againThe promise of allA glittering thingTo envy and need For more poetry, click here.
I dreamedOf walking arm in armDown a busy streetThe catchmentFor conversation and courtesy Conspicuously avoided in reality Where admonition and excommunication Were not memoriesBut impossibilitiesFrayed threads torn awayTo never see the light of dayAnd I was blessedTo see and feelHow it should beIf only for a moment In a randomly rememberedDream For more poetry, clickContinue reading “Random Dream. A poem.”
Its arrival wasPrompted with expectation, But, like new year’s resolutions,Fraught and overwroughtWith impossible destinations.Almost expectedly, the skiesClouded with ashAnd the dogged rain Turned black;Every footstep becameA baptism of fire. A great darkness nowLingered on the land,Where once great beastsStrode with weary confidence, And evolution Was but a whisper,Millenia awayFrom the Black Dog Rain. For moreContinue reading “Black Dog Rain. A poem.”
To burn againIn consequenceAnd reveryOf shared intentYour funeral pyreOf dark delightYour flaming heartOf sanguine fire For more poetry, click here.
One day, your face Appeared to meAmong the crowd And I was lostAs I always amIn sight and soundAnd miseryAnd just as soonAs it was found Your face was lostAnd once againI was alone andDrowned, downedAmong the massOf ghosts aroundJust one dayRepeatedlyWound, unwoundAnd lost again For more poetry, click here.
I awake, afloatOn an ink blackredundant seaOf redundancyAnd think, to sinkWould make a rockOf me, a mockeryTo sleep, you seeWould be idealBut it elusivelyExclusivelyEvades meAll fever dreamsAnd inner screamsThe weight that sinksMe, obscures meI lie awake, afloatOn an ink blackRedundant seaAnd dream of Being anywhereBut here For more poetry, click here.
I will persevereAs I always have and will‘Til the last sun sets For more poetry, click here.
Wandered the back alleys of my mindTo this dead end, I arrivedMystified how I lost my wayAnd wondering how I’d get out againLabyrinths are vast and ill-definedBewildering, confusing, by designAnd none provide a straight road home Just when you know you need it most For more poetry, click here.
A 5-7-5 syllable tribute to the Japanese poetic art form. Return to the well Its water stoppers your loss And quenches the soul For more poetry, click here.
Your love leaves me withA horrible aftertaste – Just so saccharine. For more poetry, click here.
Time moved on and so did IBut every fleeting momentI feel the splinter A vestige of youBurrowing to my head and heartSlicing as it goesAs tenderly as a razorAnd as comforting as a viceIf I had a needle I’d thread a camel through itAnd gouge that splinter outTo leave all thoughts of youBehind for goodOrContinue reading “Splinter. A poem.”
Can you be succinct?Shave a long story shorter?Perhaps, you could try. For more poetry, click here.
Circles and circumstanceWinding upon themselvesThese constant continuitiesInto which we dive and delveAll roads lead to Rome it seemsWhich brings us back to hereThe point of origin within And source of all our tears For more poetry, click here.
The merciless tide Pulls you deepYou may curseIts indomitable gripBut to no availThe ancient current The rip that dragsAnd fetters youCasts you ontoUnknown shoresWhere every soul’sJourney ends For more poetry, click here.
Lying hereIn obtuse gloryThe morning blushesAnd burnished motesDance across the roomWonderingWherefore art thouWandering in tincturesOf blue or red or greenWhen we both should beLying hereIn obtuse glory For more poetry, click here.
Hear this testamentLast lines of ageless regretFind faith and forgive For more poetry, click here.
PerilousDark clouds aboveIn churningStorm-painted skiesAnd here I am, in betweenBlack depths belowIn churning,Storm-blown seasPerilous For more poetry, click here.
A fractured existenceBroken bones/broken heartEnduring, crawlingStriving to forgetOn splintered limbsForged in pain and regretTime heals allBut feel the filigree linesAll cracks and calcified Where movement grindsAnd creaks and groansTo melancholy rhymeReminded constantlyTo heal, one has to hurtBreaks and sprains, a legacyThat never truly mendsAnd never truly diesNostalgically Shattered bonesAnd shattered dreamsObtuse perspectivesRegrown but never straightEveryContinue reading “Fractured. A poem.”
Here lay a vacant block,Strewn with the detritusOf travellers, neighbours,And vagrant necessity. Overgrown and empty,Awash in a sea of cynicalDisregard and circumstance.You found it there,A fine purchase, almost lost In the crowd of lotsAnd auctioned showpieces.You bought the block and builtIt up, like Rome in a day,Or perhaps Pompeii.A vacant block, reborn,Renewed and reconciledAnd broughtContinue reading “Vacant Block. A poem.”
Another day and dollar downIn the exhibition of yearsTrials and tribulationsMeted out like punishmentsConfined and minimisedResigned and popularisedAnd every walk aloneIs a walk nearer the edgeThat threatens to toppleMansions to the groundAnd make mountains From molehills So I persevereResilience found and lostAn erstwhile friendIn a heart-shaped boxTime and time and time againI wander throughAnother dayContinue reading “Another Day. A poem.”
You lost, fair and square Your soliloquy is done Now exit stage right. For more poetry, click here.
I rise to the occasion Dragged forth from Primordial ooze Fashioned from mud And precocious instinct Who are you to say Who I am or who I should be Just because I’m not The way you envisioned me I am primal Forged in fire and fission And I will Rise to the occasion For moreContinue reading “Primal. A poem.”
Alas my wounded heartLimped homeward from the warThe bayonets dug deepRevealing every jaded flawMy long recoveryMany memories to store A traumatic state of mindInfected deep within my coreAlas my wounded heartOne day you’ll rise againTo walk the fields of No Man’s LandEvery thicket, every fenWhile the bed holds you immobile Dreams filled with there andContinue reading “Wounded Heart. A Poem.”