Space Marines. A poem.

And we descendUpon the patchwork scene belowBackpack thrusters filling the airWith poetic fire While the gibbous hordesMock and tease and gesturePunctuating the dark withErstwhile curses and lamentations And unholy gunfireFor when we arrive We will cleanse this clotted landUntil this dark born heresy is no moreBolters and flamers to purifyIn the name of our emperorRecliningContinue reading “Space Marines. 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.”

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”

Upstart Photographer – Beach Rocks at Sunrise

I love to take photographs and write poetry. To wit: Steve 🙂 Beach Rocks at Sunrise Angular and obtuse Yet smoothed to a fine edge The grasping sunlight Illuminates your bitter curves Casting shadows like Ambit claims destined to fail Until they try again tomorrow For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Upstart Photographer – Beach Rocks at Sunrise”

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.”

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.”

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.”

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.”

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.”

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.”

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.”

Night Conversation. A poem.

The ebon flame burns Long and fulsome Requited and requisite Melding two minds into one The art of conversation Once lost, now unearthed We discover the profound While digging for treasures Our holy grounds desecrated In only the best of ways For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry forContinue reading “Night Conversation. 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.”

So Many Ghosts. A poem.

So many ghosts Pleading from the past Negotiating with the future Throwing off chains And screaming from rooftops For attention in a sea Of ignorance Don’t shut your eyes and ears For these many ghosts Are deserving of respect And hope and love Or do you prefer Not to learn at all Like so manyContinue reading “So Many Ghosts. A poem.”

March. A poem.

Your clubs and fists Your horses and mace Cannot quell or diminish Voices united as one To drown out despots And desperate hypocrites Who would hold us down With guile and inequity We march and pray We cry for justice And will not be overcome Because Black Lives Matter #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here.Continue reading “March. A poem.”

Shores. A poem.

They stand on distant shores With the distance between (Insurmountable? Never) The ocean, just a puddle Some are unwilling to cross #BlackLivesMatter 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 findContinue reading “Shores. A poem.”

Protest. A poem.

Why march, you say. Why raise their fists in protest? If you have to ask, you haven’t been paying attention. Look outside and see the injustice. Look outside and see the fear, and the loss, and the indescribable pain so many have felt that you have not. No one is saying they are more importantContinue reading “Protest. 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.”

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.”

Play. A poem.

Each day my play begins Screen play and type play Mouse play and horse play Print play and scan play Role play and life play Each day behind the keyboard My play begins For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Play. A poem.”

Road Song. A poem.

Your road sings to me And I whisper in return, And I drive until sunrise And don’t stop to rest Until you lull me to sleep. 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.Continue reading “Road Song. 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.”

Old Ones. A poem.

I wonder what the old ones think When they see young eyes upon the brink Who tell them what they think they know Ignoring the wisdom of their growth Do they roll their eyes, nod and smile Do they walk a metre, like we walk a mile Wiling away their remaining days Waiting for aContinue reading “Old Ones. 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.”

Screens. A poem.

My reflection on the screen Is a reflection of my soul Empty and two-dimensional At times our eyes are one Mixing and mingling Like ghosts in the electrical ether There is only need and want As our fingers touch Across fine lines of neon tracery Blending in the shadows And phosphor brightness Of dual sunsContinue reading “Screens. 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.

Forgotten. A poem.

Blinkered, leading the way from behind This train of thought left the station long ago Left you standing vacant on the platform Waiting for another to come along But you’ve forgotten who you are And they’ve forgotten you and your scars Consideration and commiseration Time to come in from the cold For more Poetry, clickContinue reading “Forgotten. A poem.”

The Darkness Won. A poem.

When darkness kneads my shoulder Like an old and long, lost friend, Tar dripping from his fingers Bringing pain and bitter ends. I kneel and bear that heavy weight And thank him for his visit. And sink below, a drowning man With a lead weight for his business. And darkness smiles, cackles with glee, HisContinue reading “The Darkness Won. A poem.”

#2ManyBooks. A Poem.

I have far too many books. Far #2ManyBooks Too many to read in one month, or one day, one afternoon a plenty, one year or decade. I read a few at a time: one here and one there; how many more, who’s to say, who’s to care? #2ManyBooks I’m an organizational champ, a pedantic time loon, ButContinue reading “#2ManyBooks. A Poem.”

RightWhereUWant2B. A poem.

U make things so hard When they should B E Z But E Z is not What U want What U need (A little inconsistency A little conspiracy A little paranoid delusion A little freaked-out seclusion) And U R right where U want 2 B U need 2 B U make things so hard WhenContinue reading “RightWhereUWant2B. A poem.”

Cold, Hard Facts. A poem.

Empty out these cold, hard facts Pour them in a bowl to inspect The entrails, mysteries unsolved By the clueless and the klutzes Cold, hard facts and nothing else But a ringing that won’t leave Your heart and ears, a reminder That you had it better, once Before these cold, hard facts Blew you awayContinue reading “Cold, Hard Facts. A poem.”