A 5-7-5 syllable tribute to the Japanese poetic art form. Return to the well Its water stoppers your loss And quenches the soul For more poetry, click here.
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.”
Your love leaves me withA horrible aftertaste – Just so saccharine. For more poetry, click here.
Time moved on and so did IBut every fleeting momentI feel the splinter A vestige of youBurrowing to my head and heartSlicing as it goesAs tenderly as a razorAnd as comforting as a viceIf I had a needle I’d thread a camel through itAnd gouge that splinter outTo leave all thoughts of youBehind for goodOrContinue reading “Splinter. A poem.”
Can you be succinct?Shave a long story shorter?Perhaps, you could try. For more poetry, click here.
Circles and circumstanceWinding upon themselvesThese constant continuitiesInto which we dive and delveAll roads lead to Rome it seemsWhich brings us back to hereThe point of origin within And source of all our tears For more poetry, click here.
The merciless tide Pulls you deepYou may curseIts indomitable gripBut to no availThe ancient current The rip that dragsAnd fetters youCasts you ontoUnknown shoresWhere every soul’sJourney ends For more poetry, click here.
Artless, next to youYour composition, texturesLeave me wanting more For more poetry, click here.
Lying hereIn obtuse gloryThe morning blushesAnd burnished motesDance across the roomWonderingWherefore art thouWandering in tincturesOf blue or red or greenWhen we both should beLying hereIn obtuse glory For more poetry, click here.
Hear this testamentLast lines of ageless regretFind faith and forgive For more poetry, click here.
PerilousDark clouds aboveIn churningStorm-painted skiesAnd here I am, in betweenBlack depths belowIn churning,Storm-blown seasPerilous For more poetry, click here.
A fractured existenceBroken bones/broken heartEnduring, crawlingStriving to forgetOn splintered limbsForged in pain and regretTime heals allBut feel the filigree linesAll cracks and calcified Where movement grindsAnd creaks and groansTo melancholy rhymeReminded constantlyTo heal, one has to hurtBreaks and sprains, a legacyThat never truly mendsAnd never truly diesNostalgically Shattered bonesAnd shattered dreamsObtuse perspectivesRegrown but never straightEveryContinue reading “Fractured. A poem.”
Here lay a vacant block,Strewn with the detritusOf travellers, neighbours,And vagrant necessity. Overgrown and empty,Awash in a sea of cynicalDisregard and circumstance.You found it there,A fine purchase, almost lost In the crowd of lotsAnd auctioned showpieces.You bought the block and builtIt up, like Rome in a day,Or perhaps Pompeii.A vacant block, reborn,Renewed and reconciledAnd broughtContinue reading “Vacant Block. A poem.”
Another day and dollar downIn the exhibition of yearsTrials and tribulationsMeted out like punishmentsConfined and minimisedResigned and popularisedAnd every walk aloneIs a walk nearer the edgeThat threatens to toppleMansions to the groundAnd make mountains From molehills So I persevereResilience found and lostAn erstwhile friendIn a heart-shaped boxTime and time and time againI wander throughAnother dayContinue reading “Another Day. A poem.”
You lost, fair and square Your soliloquy is done Now exit stage right. For more poetry, click here.
I rise to the occasion Dragged forth from Primordial ooze Fashioned from mud And precocious instinct Who are you to say Who I am or who I should be Just because I’m not The way you envisioned me I am primal Forged in fire and fission And I will Rise to the occasion For moreContinue reading “Primal. A poem.”
Alas my wounded heartLimped homeward from the warThe bayonets dug deepRevealing every jaded flawMy long recoveryMany memories to store A traumatic state of mindInfected deep within my coreAlas my wounded heartOne day you’ll rise againTo walk the fields of No Man’s LandEvery thicket, every fenWhile the bed holds you immobile Dreams filled with there andContinue reading “Wounded Heart. A Poem.”
The core of beingScooped out Like ice creamLeft to melt it seemsOn the kitchen side Sugary, sticky residue The uncomfortable remainsOf purpose and memoryJust a smearWeightlessA hollow shellA phantom Walking hallsSandwiched covers onA pageless memoirA fiction without meaningWithout character Revealing all and nothingLeft in betweenWeightless For more poetry, click here. To find out more aboutContinue reading “Weightless. A poem.”
How can one’s surrounds Be such aching bliss Where all the light and shade Should meld as one, sublime? Yet inside, the cloying dark; The whispers and the thorns That tear a soul apart And leave the shell to die? For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for theContinue reading “Juxtaposed. A poem.”
This riddle: This trial of decay Has shaken me from my Wide-eyed stupor And recruited me To a war of consequence Where life and limb And bold indecision Bear me back To suffering and pain Until the riddle’s solved I play and lose the game For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “The Riddle. A poem.”
See them spread their wings; The implicit irony Is they never fly. 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 essence of your smile Wrought with heavy heart And tempered word Would smite me where I stand And deliver me to chaos Where misdirected logic floats Wildly on a sea of chance For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Essence. A poem.”
I think of you still And wonder whether you’re still you Wandering through routine and habit and ritual Each picture perfect rainy day in May A pallet mix of awkward reds and blues I should know better Because hindsight is clearer in the rear view Because everything that leaves us bitter Must have happened forContinue reading “Still. A poem.”
This is a crash course In crash courses (Life is funny Like a cartoon Slapstick, yet profound And breaking your heart) This is a crash course And this train wreck Is just about to start For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly EndangeredContinue reading “Crash Course. A poem.”
I long for a reprieve From life and death Misery and regret All the hooks A chorus of fools Making me sing along As if I had a choice to Oh, wait I do For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “I Do. A poem.”
Face to face, again. Faced with reality, we Shrink back in our shells. 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.
Purge yourself Of every eloquent dream And existential monument To what was and could be Purge yourself So your bulimic brain Can watch those thoughts Cascade down the drain Purge yourself For all the bad and good It will and won’t do for you So you can stand renewed Purge For more Poetry, click here.Continue reading “Purge. A poem.”
Vacant look, vacant head If only I had dreams instead To fill my airy, vacant head And put this emptiness to bed. 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 “Vacant. A poem.”
You F$&@ed me over And under And in between Just a waste paper memory Consigned to a basket Of inconsequence And suddenly I’m not there And never was I was just your forbidden fruit Turned too ripe and rotten For consumption And suddenly You F$&@ed me over For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.”
I, the scrap, On a detritus field Of tumbledown moments. I, the waste, Along with the stains And bitter reprieves. I, the torn, Of paper cut truths And angst-worthy solemnity. I, the scrap Rusted, bent, broken And, finally, discarded. Recycle me, But without The endless drama, Bad decisions And bitter irony. So, I may BeContinue reading “Recycle Me. A poem.”