Weightless. A poem.

The core of beingScooped out Like ice creamLeft to melt it seemsOn the kitchen side Sugary, sticky residue The uncomfortable remainsOf purpose and memoryJust a smearWeightlessA hollow shellA phantom Walking hallsSandwiched covers onA pageless memoirA fiction without meaningWithout character Revealing all and nothingLeft in betweenWeightless For more poetry, click here. To find out more aboutContinue reading “Weightless. A poem.”

Essence. A poem.

The essence of your smile Wrought with heavy heart And tempered word Would smite me where I stand And deliver me to chaos Where misdirected logic floats Wildly on a sea of chance For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Essence. A poem.”

Still. A poem.

I think of you still And wonder whether you’re still you Wandering through routine and habit and ritual Each picture perfect rainy day in May A pallet mix of awkward reds and blues I should know better Because hindsight is clearer in the rear view Because everything that leaves us bitter Must have happened forContinue reading “Still. A poem.”

Crash Course. A poem.

This is a crash course In crash courses (Life is funny Like a cartoon Slapstick, yet profound And breaking your heart) This is a crash course And this train wreck Is just about to start For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly EndangeredContinue reading “Crash Course. A poem.”

Face to Face. A haiku.

Face to face, again. Faced with reality, we Shrink back in our shells. 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 to find out how to get your copy.

F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.

You F$&@ed me over And under And in between Just a waste paper memory Consigned to a basket Of inconsequence And suddenly I’m not there And never was I was just your forbidden fruit Turned too ripe and rotten For consumption And suddenly You F$&@ed me over For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.”

Recycle Me. A poem.

I, the scrap, On a detritus field Of tumbledown moments. I, the waste, Along with the stains And bitter reprieves. I, the torn, Of paper cut truths And angst-worthy solemnity. I, the scrap Rusted, bent, broken And, finally, discarded. Recycle me, But without The endless drama, Bad decisions And bitter irony. So, I may BeContinue reading “Recycle Me. A poem.”

Slip. A haiku.

Slip the knife in there, Just between my ribs and soul. Makes you feel good, eh? 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 to find out how to get your copy.

Memories Lost. A poem.

Thoughts desiccating, Like snow on afternoon tarmac; Turning elegant meridians Into mist. An inelegant design, Fractured by uncertainty And regret And all left to chance. 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. ClickContinue reading “Memories Lost. A poem.”

Escape Book. A poem.

Texture and scent; Wafting, consoling. Old friend on empty nights, When time and tide have made A joke of sudden pretence. When every tiny sliver of doubt Is a tear working The stone of your heart – Slow and condescending Erosion of the subtle kind. The book takes you away From blithe thoughts of bitterness,Continue reading “Escape Book. A poem.”

For the Better. A poem.

Surprise was in your eyes Overwhelming every petulant And irrational thought Because this was unexpected And positively rejected All that you believed Know now Some things are meant to be Bad ties you’re meant to sever Trust in how you feel And make a change For the better For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “For the Better. A poem.”

Time is. A poem.

Time is short It stands in line, dwarfed by all the other narcissistic concepts All wanting a piece of our mind Another piece of the pie A little bit more of our Time is Wondering when it will have its Time in the sun And yet Time flies When you’re having fun And there’s neverContinue reading “Time is. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Fractured

I love to take photographs and write poetry. Sweet. Steve 🙂 Fractured. A poem. A filigree of cracks, wrinkles Upon your desiccated face Washed clean with weary salt And wind and watery grace. Your sad song that breaks This familiar salt pan patina Will last at least another age Until your twelve-bar blues Ends inContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Fractured”

Pariah’s Game. A poem.

Fire and ice; divergent tangents Burning, steaming; circumventing logic Interconnected; beyond precedents We were one and then we lost The game that made pariahs of us both 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 inContinue reading “Pariah’s Game. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Beached

I love to take photographs and write poetry. Why not take a gander. Steve 🙂 Beached. A poem. Like an errant whale Who misjudged the moon You lie beached In objection and isolation Wondering when the tides Would carry you home But your languid, igneous soul Is too heavy for the lightness Of this seasideContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Beached”

The Rabbits’ Yard. A poem.

This yard is an Elysian Field. Where once they sneaked Like rogues into a lion’s den, Now they parade before the sun With no fear of molten wax. Well-worn trails, scented scorn, Marking passages with contempt. Reassurance and arrogance Threaten to subjugate The hallowed ground In which they stir. And yet: Indolent bodies gathered, RecliningContinue reading “The Rabbits’ Yard. A poem.”

We Once Gathered Round. A poem.

We once gathered round, Before time and circumstance Dictated less than fond adieus; And bloated sensitivities Blended with simplistic vagaries, Tore down tradition And vented wholesome lies. We once gathered round, Like comrades round the vodka. When fires so honourable Simmered with every loss And every back not broken Was bent to lift the woundedContinue reading “We Once Gathered Round. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Beach Hut

I love to take photographs and write poetry. Scroll down, it’s waiting. Steve 🙂 Beach Hut. A poem. Lonely, yet adamant The sun sears your skin The waves beat you blind Your scarred alacrity Carries on and on Until the surf has its way And you join your Unfettered, broken brothers Prostrate upon the shoreContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Beach Hut”

Book Store Brevity. A poem.

You were standing there And I was standing here Surrounded by the things We longed for and adored And neither of us knew (But of course we did) In our ignorance and arrogance We turned and passed away Flipped destiny the bird And wrapped ourselves up In hypocrisy and humdrum All the while wondering WhatContinue reading “Book Store Brevity. A poem.”

Treasure. A poem.

Digging Revealing Dirt covered trinkets And broken chances Uncovered And unbecoming Times and treasures Broken and beguiling Coming to light And dark And overwhelming All sense Some treasures Are better off Buried For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The AllContinue reading “Treasure. A poem.”

Canvass. A poem.

This canvass Multicoloured Black and white Upon which I paint And scrawl and scratch A history Wrong and right A silver cord Of destiny That paints me Into a corner And yet free As summer sun and winter night For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad,Continue reading “Canvass. A poem.”

Enough. A poem.

When enough is said And it’s never enough But just enough To matter 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 to find out how to get your copy.

Gameshow. A poem.

Sometimes, I remember you: The time, the place. Wrapped up in whimsy, In solace and solitude. All left behind In an unforgiving instant, Bereft and bellicose, Yet screaming for more. Sometimes, I remember you: But hindsight And familiarity Don’t always match The gameshow called reality. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Gameshow. A poem.”

What Place? A poem.

What place is there For one with values In a world that values All things valueless 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 to find out how to get your copy.

The Turning Wheel. A poem.

Pain in body, heart and everlasting soul Amplified by every tale of hurt and loss and woe Pain that fights and tears and breaks a good man’s heart Until there’s nothing left from which to start Pain that shapes the way we grow and bend and think Pain that moulds our fears and makes ourContinue reading “The Turning Wheel. A poem.”

Proprietary. A poem.

These proprietary feelings Wrapped up and bowing out Sweeping across the space between Like tumbleweeds on a dusty street No claim to stake, all sight unseen No provision in this contract Just proprietary feelings And the thought of you and me For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry forContinue reading “Proprietary. A poem.”

Believe. A poem.

I look out on the world And this is what I see Hatred, isolation No lands of the free Racism, extremism division shore to sea Religion not religion Corruption on high Intolerance and power In a man full of lies (A world I never understood And want no part of Because I I believe inContinue reading “Believe. A poem.”

Drawn 2. A poem.

Drawn 2 your flame 2 ashes reduced 2 rise again 2 return & burn Drawn 2 this fate 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 to find out how to getContinue reading “Drawn 2. A poem.”

Back. A poem.

You went away Journeyed far Through flaxen fields And bauxite dust History replayed Without rewind moments A tenseness between Interspersed with Rear view lightness And sanitised propriety A photographic record Of colours and hues Revealing the distance You’ve come and overcome So glad you’re back For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Back. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Mural

I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Here’s both, all in one. Steve 🙂 Mural. A poem. Rippled reflection An imperfect memory Casting its gaze Upon the flocks below An endearing shepherd Without judgement Or recourse Offering flowers In recompense For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Mural”

A Writer’s Prayer. A poem.

I slowly turn each page And every emblazoned word That lights the air In a breathtaking display Could not be any more Resplendent than it is These are my words And whether kind or cruel Winsome or fulsome They are mine and mine alone And my world shines far brighter Because they live and breatheContinue reading “A Writer’s Prayer. A poem.”

Embrace. A poem.

I remember your embrace Enfolded and ensured Encapsulating all and nothing Bittersweet and banked upon Softly sweet and silky smooth And as fettered and lasting As a dream I remember your embrace And the downy remorse That feathers every memory Of the loss For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Embrace. A poem.”

Sometimes. A poem.

Sometimes, I feel old. I feel the weight of years And the stress and strain Of injuries and tears That make it hard to lift Myself from bed. It hits me, awkwardly, When I’m lifting a box Or philosophising alone, Shooting through my brain And body and bones. Or when I see the young LivingContinue reading “Sometimes. A poem.”

My Prayer. A poem.

My prayer is for today And yesterday and tomorrow, For every lost soul counting time, Standing rooted to the spot. Perhaps one day you’ll learn To get on the road And into the headlights Of a truckload of realisation, That may, somewhat ironically, Bring you back to life. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “My Prayer. A poem.”

Depression Is. A poem.

I always work so hard, you see, With such effort and resolve. Working towards my lofty goal, Another problem I can solve. Setting the bar too high, it seems, But reaching every time. Again, a pinnacle achieved And a feeling so sublime. But then the mighty outcome, The success which I have craved, Turns outContinue reading “Depression Is. A poem.”

A Loss. A poem.

I feel the absence The missing jigsaw heart That once made me whole And now makes me hole I feel every teardrop Every rip and tear Every shake and rattle And every distant sigh I feel the darkness These clouds and storms That weather and wither My very being An emptiness That can’t be filledContinue reading “A Loss. A poem.”