Blessed indolence, you play me for the fool like a round of hold-em, until the time arises when work calls sanctimoniously and I rise to the occasion. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at … Continue reading Laze. A poem.
Catharsis Walk these fields of grace. Let bitterness be released. Your catharsis, now. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable structure. Doh! I just mansplained it. Cheers Steve 🙂 Continue reading Haiku Friday. Catharsis – a lone haiku.
My self-hate: just enough to immolate my lowly self. My self-hate: the razor that can’t wait to open me. My self-hate: the only thing that takes me breaks me sends me hurtling headlong to my grave. The All or the … Continue reading My Self-hate. A poem.
I wanted to put my head deep down in the dust, but it was too hard to breathe amongst my crowded thoughts. I guess the best laid head was like the worst laid plan: too many consequences, like infinite grains … Continue reading Sand Head. A poem.
You are the meteor slicing my heavens to the quick, scorching my atmosphere without regret. And when you hit my ground cleaving my earthy heart and spreading its detritus far and wide, I’ll willingly accept your carnage with arms as … Continue reading Meteor. A poem.
All my dreams returned to dust whence they sprang, embittered and tweeted into the ionosphere. I am guilty of a life lived lost, of times counted down but launched anew, in an empyrean embrace. The All or the Nothing is … Continue reading Anew. A poem.
Here’s another response I did for uni. You might want to try it out. Cheers Steve 🙂 Write a narrative poem of no longer than 15 lines about your childhood. Remember the narrative poem is a journey. Take the reader … Continue reading The Narrative Poem.
Embalmed. A Haiku. I’m embalmed by life. I will lie in state for you to consume your fill. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable structure. Okay, okay, I know you know that already! Cheers Steve … Continue reading Haiku Friday. A lone haiku.
Is this nothing more than a sad life? Materialistic imposition and perspicacious exposition all meaning nothing more than a sad life? Take this sad life, open the cage perennially and set it forever and eternally free. The All or the … Continue reading Sad Life. A poem.
I am the ripple that turns the tide, the plaintive cry that shakes the world, the angry soul that brings the pain, the lonely man, slowly gone insane. Every time I turn around I see my new face and it … Continue reading New Face. A poem.
I prefer black but I wear a lot of blues and this ever-lasting weariness goes from my head down to my shoes. EVERY aching, grinding, groaning, spattering, spluttering, shadowing, beseeching, bemoaning, bewildering, disturbing, destabilising, escalating, ego-destroying, undermining, undulating, failing, falling … Continue reading Every Blue Thought. A poem.
This indolence tosses me like autumn leaves, mere whispers in the breeze. Corkscrewing ever round, intoxicated by thoughts that reminisce amongst far flung ports-of-call. These empty seas would remit me unto an isle, stark, sun-bleached and worn, smoothed by time … Continue reading Signal Fire. A poem.
Journey. A Haiku. Our journey begins: gentle solicitous touch. Now, scream together. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable structure. What, you knew? Fair enough. Cheers Steve 🙂 The All or the Nothing is my first … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Journey’. A haiku.
I Wonder What MY LIFE Would Have Been Like If I … Continue reading F$&@UP. A poem.
In the setting sun, a hazy miasma of watercolours spilled, an adventitious mix of variegated textures and tones. With every highlight and every shifting coruscation, I think of you. This miracle horizon cannot compare. The All or the Nothing is … Continue reading Horizon. A poem.
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