I watch the rain on my windowEvery drop running a chaotic raceTo get to the bottom of my pane (pain)Never the same path twiceAs if utilising eidetic memoryEvery drop a consequenceEvery drop a choice (never) madeThat flows to the bottom of my pane (pain)Where it merges with the restAttaining its watery goalTo be accepted again Continue reading Pane. A poem.
She's the oneAnd although I am no oneIn both her mind and mineI could build a world around her(And indeed I think I have) Continue reading One. A poem.
She stands before me And smiles that way And talks that way And looks that way And laughs that way She steals my heart And takes it away And hides it so And I’m lost to her And found again Continue reading Statuesque. A poem.
They're across a crowded roomAnd the narcissist withinIs screaming "look at me, look at me"But the introvert withoutIt whispers "look away, look away"Trying to smile is a struggleAs complex and as simple as a Gordian knotAnd while the cannibal butterfliesConsume your insidesAnd the flush creeping upMakes you look like a fire hydrantAnd you're thinking hardHow not to screw it upThey've started talking with anotherAnd all you have left is self reproachAnd one big "Doh!"Better luck next time Continue reading Turbulence. A poem.
I was lost in the desert And as the sweeping sands Surrounded me with the promise of death As my tongue swelled with my last parched breath I saw a vision before me An oasis in the swirling dust It seemed so far away, yet agonisingly just out of reach Of water and palms and hyacinths And I crawled on and on Because the promise Was all I needed To live Continue reading Oasis. A poem.
So well educated Diplomatic and erudite Yet true wisdom eludes The scholarly person Who spends every night alone Continue reading An Education. A poem.
Return to Sender You give but don’t get Your love returns to sender A sea of mail lost Man’s Best Friend Ten years with my dog Plucky and redoubtable I still miss her so To Read Books, they fill my shelf Adventure seeds the dream clouds How I love the rain Haiku! 5/7/5 syllable love. Here’s a few I wrote the other day. 🙂 Continue reading Haiku and You. Three poems (but not a trilogy).
What’s in the look A casual glance From him to her Then back again What they’d give To know for sure To save them some Embarrassment Continue reading The Look. A poem.
There are rabbits in my back yard Each day they rise to greet the light With eager noses, seek daily bread While the alpha, tall and bright Watches oh, so protectively Together, the family eats again I had a family once like them It now feels like so long ago I loved them so, my family lost The rabbits are reminders then With faith and hope I’ll survive the cost Continue reading Family Lost. A poem.
I want to hold your hand Just like The Beatles said But I’m shy, insecure And feeling down So I’m sure you’ll understand If I pass for now Continue reading Pass. A poem.
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 saw my aged mother, tears streaming down my face, explaining what I’d done. I promised her I wouldn’t do it again. I saw a psychologist, who made me realise what an impact it would have had on my remaining family members, and especially my son. About … Continue reading Hate Life. Live Life.
I looked alone far out to sea And in the distance, miles from shore I saw you sailing The waves surrounded you like walls But you, it seemed, didn’t care at all If only I could join you But I … Continue reading Land Locked. A poem.
You regale me with tales Until the night comes down And I’m in need of a drink But you’re still not done Lucky I love you, son Continue reading Non-stop. A poem.
Your siren call It drags me deep below Onto the corals of your heart Then sets me drifting Into roiling currents And furtive tempests Reach out, take my hand Hold me in your salty embrace Continue reading Siren. A poem.
For sale Older model Chassis in fine shape, no rust Engine in good condition Fiery but reliable May need a lick of paint And new tires Great long term investment Won’t let you down Can be driven hard Or from A to B Whatever your fancy Some wisdom and insight required Best or nearest offer Going cheap Reduced to clear Continue reading For Sale. A poem.
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