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.”

Plunge. A poem.

Plunge Deep below Where sinking Is dreaming And thoughts Are washed away In plumes Of subtlety And sobriety And nonchalance Then, once more Take the plunge Again 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 “Plunge. A poem.”

Cage. A poem.

Bars you can’t squeeze through Beyond your reach, it’s true Too thick to overcome Your strength of will undone A trap fit for a king To spend your life within This cage in which you sit Is what your mind makes it For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out PoetryContinue reading “Cage. 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.”

Hysteria. A Haiku.

Your hysteria Does not make you rational Or remotely sane. #Vote 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.

Occasion. A poem.

Regulate this feeling Clamp it down and fix it In a final, vice-like repose ‘Tween twilight and morning Unburdened by the hollow And fulsome moon Let all your tears flow freely And whisper words Retained for this occasion For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Occasion. 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.”

Mind Maze. A haiku.

The mind is a maze; Navigating snares and pits, We long to escape. 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.

Vice. A poem.

A tightness in my torso In my arm and in my jaw Unlike anything I’ve felt before (Maybe indigestion, it’s a start) Everything I know says fit Healthy, young of heart This dreaded feeling I confess Grips me harder than the vice Squeezing life from my chest For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Vice. 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.”

Angry. A haiku.

You make me angry: Your choices and selfishness Robbed him of a life. 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.

Sunlight. A poem.

Clouds upon an onion soul A lattice of incidental grief Whispering and blowing Winds of contentious intent Shimmering summer rays Cannot pierce this veil This black hole that crushes All in its event horizon Each season cries “winter” An icy arctic freeze Knowing no end or beginning I’m frozen in time and place But thenContinue reading “Sunlight. A poem.”

I Suck at Social Media.

I have a confession. One that’s obvious to some, especially those who know me. I suck at social media. Social media as a forum is both a treasure and a bane. It’s an information and networking portal and a source of disinformation and anxiety. Not to mention underhanded data collection, stalking, cyber bullying and echoContinue reading “I Suck at Social Media.”

The Book. A poem.

There’s a lot of typing here, Exposition to be done. A hard fought war on grammar And literacy that’s often won. Occasionally a photo finish (A second or a third), Or an error left in print That’s obviously absurd. Another book is done And another now begun: Eighty thousand words or so, The constant toContinue reading “The Book. A poem.”

Why? A poem.

I can see your place When I turn the corner. I’m shifting gears, Downshifting and slowing, Braking and breaking To the sound of singing tyre tread And siren goodbyes. Such a short time, But what a time. And how we wished It would last and would be different From all the times before, When emptyContinue reading “Why? A poem.”

Bittersweet. A poem.

You were there You were gone We had sung Our last swan song Now a whisper Just a pall Just an echo Heard in the halls I did wrong So did you Two separate paths Two lonely fools For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Bittersweet. A poem.”

Worst Enemy. A poem.

All the hells that we conceive Nurture in our heads and breed Far worse than any promises That the end could throw at us. My greatest and worst enemy You are mine and whole in me. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and HopelesslyContinue reading “Worst Enemy. A poem.”

Vexed. A poem.

Why do you continually vex me so? And how much further Must we go? You want my ear And the rest of me Yet all I ask Is some interest In the things I do And say and need And yet that’s too much To ask, it seems Far too much For you to doContinue reading “Vexed. A poem.”

Inflexible. A haiku.

So inflexible. Time to loosen up, my friend. Just let it all go. 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.

These Tears. A poem.

These tears are not for you Not for the moments shared and lost Not for the conversation, trust Not for the heat and aftermath Not for a future that’s now dashed Not for the glass I raise to you Not for the player, now the fool Not for the one who got away Not forContinue reading “These Tears. A poem.”

Spoke Too Soon. A poem.

Perhaps I misconstrued The intention of content Perhaps I spoke too soon Perhaps I failed to see The disappointment in your eyes Perhaps it will always be Perhaps the fear inside Amplified the angry tide Perhaps it’s best Not to reason why Perhaps I spoke to soon For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Spoke Too Soon. A poem.”

All Apologies. A poem.

What did I see? Mirage or destiny? Outstretched hand, grasping for life  And failing so miserably Seems you weren’t the one for me We misread the contours of the land Now what’s left is all apologies  For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly EndangeredContinue reading “All Apologies. A poem.”

The Last Word. A poem.

The last word Is a flail across my back Stripping flesh bare to bone A blood eagle worthy of Vikings Exposing heart and soul And ready for the killing thrust Your pain mingles with my own As you strike again, again And I’m drawn and quartered On the yoke Hung out to dry A pendulumContinue reading “The Last Word. A poem.”

The Sum of All. A poem.

I was indisposed And exposed And all my fears And dreams And insecurities Came home to roost Like a feast of crows That consumed me And spat me out The sum of all My many woes For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and HopelesslyContinue reading “The Sum of All. A poem.”

The Real. A poem.

I awoke from my slumber Waves lapped upon the beach Gulls cawed and the ocean called I walked upon sands pristine And smelled the salt upon the air But perhaps I still dreamed And this was merely a holiday From the real I awoke from my slumber For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “The Real. A poem.”

Funeral Rites. A poem.

I walked the row And passed doors open Far too many and far too soon All marked with plague signs Prophetic funeral rites I can only shake my head And pass on by For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Funeral Rites. A poem.”

Metal Head. A poem.

Rage And fire And bitter Continuity That feeds The anger Resentment And hate This metal Slicing Through my gut Into my head I should But can’t Forget 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 “Metal Head. A poem.”

Smack Down. A poem.

Smack down And the floor Is sandpaper on my cheek And the scent of sweat And dead skin Permeates my senses Until I’m up again And punching Way above my weight class Again and again No more canvass Only the fight Only the win And I’m alive To fight another day Until the next SmackContinue reading “Smack Down. A poem.”

Rise To. A poem.

Survival by any other name A test of will and vitriol A circuitous route to endings And beginnings and Everything in between I rise to the occasion 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 “Rise To. A poem.”

This Sin. A poem.

This sin lies heavily Upon hapless shoulders Falling with the burden Rising with responsibility And sinking in a tide Designed to drown A better man 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 “This Sin. A poem.”

After the Show. A poem.

Where did you go When the curtain fell And the audience went home Critiquing the show No after party tryst No drink for the damned Just a lonely player On an empty stage Stealing Shakespeare And fittingly rebuked For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “After the Show. A poem.”

Back Again. A poem.

Back on the train Standing in line With all the star-crossed And befuddled With tickets to nowhere And a pocketful of change Back in the game Standing in line With all the peacocks And pistoleros With tickets on themselves And a pocketful of shame And so it goes Again For more Poetry, click here. ForContinue reading “Back Again. A poem.”

Listen. A poem.

Here in the unyielding silence, I hear lonely, pensive thoughts; Feel anxious heart beats drumming; Sense ageless rain extinguishing the fires of a thousand shining lights. A constant elegy, Soundtrack to my existence. Do you hear it, too? Listen For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad,Continue reading “Listen. A poem.”

Snow Angels. A poem.

I craved your attention, But you were content Creating snow angels And only dreaming Of the new day sun. 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 toContinue reading “Snow Angels. A poem.”

Seekers. A haiku.

Darkness is no friend To those who seek out the light Their first time outside 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.

Lockdown. A poem.

Another day in paradise: Locked down in my place Of subtle introspection And outrageous fortune. Savouring the sweet scents Of ‘Le perspiration’ and ‘Le boredom’; The gentle, beseeching touch Of stubble and sweatpants; Bewitching sights and sounds Of out of tune guitars And phosphorus screens; The incessant clacking Of typewriter keys and backspacing. The shadowedContinue reading “Lockdown. A poem.”