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The Wait Outside. A poem.

The wait outside With city lights and vacant looks Of passers by and wannabes Perhaps the tune we’ll sing tonight Will change the course of mediocrity And reverse this season of discord With discourse so ebullient That fire and ice could not compare And could not even try For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “The Wait Outside. A poem.”

Hanging on a Message. A poem.

Hanging on a message And a welcoming tone So distinct it’s almost surreal And blistered ears and eyes With next to no regrets Should seek its welcoming crèche As a baby seeks a bottled breast And the fulfilment Of a cherished goal For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out PoetryContinue reading “Hanging on a Message. 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.”

Outside and In. A poem.

How I miss you Even when you’re here Prostrate beside me Worshiping rod and staff Valley and furrow Driven to excess And shaken to the core How I miss you Outside and in For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Outside and In. A poem.”

Corridors. A haiku.

All these corridors Merge into a common path Leading me to you 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 or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Delineate. A poem.

Let me draw an outline Around your heart And delineate The love between Let me itemise it Systematically Congruently Congenially Tangentially Until it is so defined That it no longer Means a thing To either you or me Because logic And love Are not the same And you and I Delineate it Differently For moreContinue reading “Delineate. A poem.”

Paramour. A poem.

These metaphors, So sorely overused, Are now circumspect And reeking of apathy. I long to find Such cunning words That would spin Symphonies of ardency. This paramour, In evidence alone, Has proven they Can break your heart so many times, Yet always have you Coming back for more. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “Paramour. A poem.”

Empress. A haiku.

My empress of stars, A supernova in flight. We will meet 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 in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Indifference. A poem.

She was indifferent at first— A wall to ascend, Of dubious propriety. My insouciant charm Is made to break bricks, To render mortar Into dirt and water, To make a difference From indifference. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Indifference. A poem.”

Scene, Set and Match. A poem.

Scene: a small, Italian restaurant. Two newly-matched. Time set aside. Something right and something wrong. Laughter and humility. Understanding and empathy. Certainty and unreality. Scene, set and match. Let’s do this all again, shall we? For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or theContinue reading “Scene, Set and Match. A poem.”

Random. A poem.

Inestimable And contrary The random thoughts And musings Of one On the other side Of the veil Cocksure and homespun And all designed To take Your breath away In a Single Random Heartbeat For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, availableContinue reading “Random. A poem.”

First Meet. A poem.

Audacious, the old me would have said, To fly so straight and true, Like an arrow knocked and loosed To sail into the air above the heads Of warring knights and daring do, To find it’s mark in the heart of hearts, The tree of chance that lies in you. No mysticism here, without/within, ToContinue reading “First Meet. A poem.”

Code. A poem.

I am yet to crack the code, the enigma that I see. These thoughts temptation sowed, this conundrum that you’ve been. I will try each combination, I will twist and turn and pry and after a long privation, I will crack your code—in time. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad,Continue reading “Code. A poem.”

The Garden. A haiku.

Water flows freely In the garden of delight Washing you in sin What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 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.Continue reading “The Garden. A haiku.”

This Maze. A poem.

This maze we walk, denies a bitter truth. Our fingers trace its periphery and yet still we walk in circles. If escape is what we truly yearn then perhaps there is no maze at all. Or perhaps the maze is just a labyrinth of pain, navigated by fools like me and you. For more ofContinue reading “This Maze. A poem.”

Incontrovertible. A poem.

They say that proof is not incontrovertible and that the essence of truth can be hidden in the words encapsulating it. I say I only need you to touch me and say it, too— your words punctuate and spell out my incontrovertible belief in you. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for theContinue reading “Incontrovertible. A poem.”

You and I. A sonnet.

I am found: tears and fears and blind, wandering far from the font of my regrets. The nurtured pain in me enshrined, to forgive and finally to forget. The prisons in which we held ourselves have run their long and lowly courses; we languished apart within those hells, and now, together, walk without pause. TheseContinue reading “You and I. A sonnet.”

Too Small A Word. A poem.

Love is far too small a word to express all the things I need and want and say and believe and feel and do when I’m with you. But then maybe that’s the point. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most online book sellersContinue reading “Too Small A Word. A poem.”

Whimsy. A poem.

Sometimes, I get lost in your whimsy and my elation at the thought of you leaves every lowbrow, thoughtless convolution, standing at the wayside, thumbing for a ride. I choose to leave them all behind, because I’ve found a better travelling partner. Let’s lose ourselves in whimsy, together. For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Whimsy. A poem.”

Stealthy. A poem.

You sneak into my world past locks, alarms, sigils, wards  down corridors of fatalistic compromise through rooms of idealistic circumspection and find me waiting earnestly wanting, more or less what you want no need to be so stealthy  For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at mostContinue reading “Stealthy. A poem.”

Haiku Friday: Strong. A haiku.

Strong You are my true strength Pumping bloodline of my heart Unquenchable fire What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most online book sellers in print or e-book formats.Continue reading “Haiku Friday: Strong. A haiku.”

Shiver. A poem.

This shiver, a sliver of ions up my spine, a delectable point of contention on my mind shaping continuities of ecstasy, baking hormones in my pituitary, activated by your touch in mine. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most online book sellers in printContinue reading “Shiver. A poem.”

Twosome. A poem.

You creep up on me An inveterate stalker A ghostly presence A firefly somnambulist (Shadowing its prey) You wrap me up (A Christmas treat) In sunflower petals An itinerant limpet Squeezing me senseless You take me down And bleed me until dry Subcutaneous showers (That eventually leave me) Drained and serendipitous Now we entwined SeekContinue reading “Twosome. A poem.”

Day Trip. A poem.

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 maximus fanfare, full of rolling fields and girdled cows; ecstatic lens flare in every vista,Continue reading “Day Trip. A poem.”

You and Me. A poem.

This touch fuelling DESIRE wanton and wastrel ECSTASY diamond moments of PLEASURE placating needs in FIRE that scorches earth THIRST no longer barren CARNAL swollen contempt SATED eventually and now just YOU and ME I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from my heart, and some from myContinue reading “You and Me. A poem.”

Fingertips. A poem.

Fingertips slide Along the patina of your skin Seeking gullies in which to hide Crevices, creases and other things Sketching highlights far and wide Feeling their way with rarefied touch Until they whisper to the underside Until they’re lost and found and such In sweat-soaked draperies And windswept finery Fingertips slide I write a lotContinue reading “Fingertips. A poem.”

Fulfilment. A poem.

I’m mister brusque, mitigated by your infinite charm. I’m the wallflower waiting for your effervescent sunbeams. I’m the wall of condescension, you’re the ebullient ladder. I’m the aching pit and you, You are my fulfilment. I write a lot of poetry, some of which doesn’t appear on this website. For more poems, check out TheContinue reading “Fulfilment. A poem.”

The Year of Living Dangerously.

Is love hard to find? In today’s fast moving and super-connected society, it can be. And for those of us who are shy, awkward, socially inhibited, or just plain old, it can be dang near impossible (yeah, old people use ‘dang’. What’s that, they don’t? Oh, shut up). That’s where dating apps come in. NoContinue reading “The Year of Living Dangerously.”