Your scent was different, lingering in my nostrils, a whiff of nostalgic free fall and extra sensory motion. The fumes of you twisted around me and consumed every pore and fibre of my unwholesome being. Should I have let that … Continue reading Fumes of You. A poem.
Indecision rules in every fool, the uninspired and undecided. Confusion reigns and fear sustains the paltry and the parodied. Mark this day, make your way from the aimless and objectionable. I write a lot of poems, some from my head, … Continue reading Make Your Way. A poem.
Nostalgia On my mind A keepsake Turn it over In my hands A snow globe Filled with memory And the dust Of fickle years And absent foes Now long forgotten But present still I write a lot of poems, some … Continue reading Nostalgia. A poem.
My/Your Greatest Fear Is That If You/I Really Knew Me/you You/I Wouldn’t Want To Know Me/You I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my … Continue reading Dual. A poem.
Inbetween Caught in the middle, the dutiful advocate. Which way do you turn? 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, … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Inbetween. A haiku.
Perpetual, an endless sojourn, a continuum of unknowing. This electric chair does not ease the time as much as I would like. The thoughts that spiral in my brain are currents playing havoc with the depths of perpetuity, every outcome … Continue reading The Chair. A poem.
I wish sometimes I could open my head, take a scalpel in hand and then operate. Remove all the things that I just love to hate: things that make me odd, or a little irate, all the shadows I jump … Continue reading Operation. A poem.
Angel You descended from on high, an angel whose wings could fly no longer. 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 … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Angel. A haiku.
Drive across the aimless asphalt, seeking ventures gained and lost. Your hand is soft in mine, the patina of your skin a road map of anxious lines and weary learnings. Today the sun and hills call forth, in a circus … Continue reading Day Trip. 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.
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.
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.
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.
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, 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.
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