Victory. A poem.

Is  victory as shallow as defeat?  Only  if the victor fails to  understand the price.   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.  

Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time

Hi all My first print poetry book, The All or the Nothing, is currently on sale for 20% off for a limited time. It’s normally $10.00 Australian but is now $8.00, which is approximately $5.60 American or 4.30 British pounds (my keyboard doesn’t have a pound symbol – DOH!). Inside, you’ll find 62 poems aboutContinue reading “Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time”

The Rose Garden. A poem.

She was a rose in thorns abound, As cliched, it seems, as that may sound, Who grew from seeds of bitterness And contempt for those she kept around. She mastered the art of formless thought, Of tactless speech and schisms sought, And tended her garden without regard For all the pain and hurt she brought.Continue reading “The Rose Garden. A poem.”

Angry Tweet. A poem.

Sweat on brow and lip, fit to flood your world with salt-flavoured angst and sticky date dues. Heart pounding like the proverbial train that lost itself somewhere down the overwrought tracks. Time to swat the flies of decision and derision and bring it all back to earth, just in time for a Twitter-fired response. IContinue reading “Angry Tweet. A poem.”

Love/Hate. A poem.

LOVE The reason why I do everything I do The reason why everything I touch is ruined The reason why I’m always left the fool The reason why I always come back to you The reason why I’m always left the fool The reason why everything I touch is ruined The reason why I doContinue reading “Love/Hate. A poem.”

Paradox. A poem.

I am me and me is the quantum of you and me and you and I %$&# HATE This World Earth Terra Planet People Society Civilisation Virtuality So Much. BUT I was me but I’m not sure who I am now maybe I’m not who I think I am %$&# LOVE This my World yourContinue reading “Paradox. A poem.”

Amongst the Ashes. A poem.

Some daysI want to open my wristsAnd let them breath in reverseTake the irony of my existencePaint it in the colourOf lonelinessEmptinessHopelessnessAnd watch it flowSlowlySurelySluggishlyDown the porcelain sinkThat holds all my pointless dreamsAnd wash them awayMaybe thenI'll find sweet reliefAmongst the ashes Choose life. Every time. Don't give in to suicide. Life is too preciousContinue reading “Amongst the Ashes. A poem.”

Hate Life. Live Life.

Almost three years ago, everything changed. I lost my family, my job, my reputation, my possessions, my whole world. Everything came crashing down and I took the one step I thought could solve it. I attempted to take my life. Carbon Monoxide poisoning was my weapon of choice. Poor research was my saviour. I sawContinue reading “Hate Life. Live Life.”

Too Late. A poem.

How could you say the things you did? And how could I respond in kind? Every bitter reproach Like a roadmap of our pain Every recrimination Like a hammer to my brain Holding back the tears Letting emotion and volume have their way Where logic would have saved the day Two mules head butting UnableContinue reading “Too Late. A poem.”

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 notContinue reading “Poison. A poem.”

Time’s Up. A poem.

Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.)