Green. A poem.

The green envelops me And I float And rise And sink On this green tide The green consumes me As I taste And toil And vomit This green inside The green greets me And seduces me And I As with all Welcome it In return For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Green. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Path.

My photography. My poetry. A nice mix, I think. Cheers Steve 🙂 Path. A poem. Surrounded, enclosed, cut off from all and sundry. You opened the way, you cleared a path. I walked to you, and the sun shone anew. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for theContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Path.”

Shake. A poem.

What slumber is this? How far deep in waking dreams Did this course of action Decide progress beyond Frank anticipation? Shudder under a veil Of night as black as pitch That sinks thought As dark as tar and deep Into this vale we’ll toil, Until the morning sun Casts glimmers of wistful Hope on towersContinue reading “Shake. A poem.”

Righteous. A Haiku.

You are so righteous, So much ‘holier than thou’— Get in line, baby 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.

I Tried. A poem.

I tried to make you happy And not to bring you down But again I failed so inevitably Thorny crown upon my brow I tried to make you happy But perhaps the stage was set For another lonely scene of remonstrance A monologue of regret I tried to make you happy But it seems toContinue reading “I Tried. A poem.”

Sh&t Show. A poem.

This sh&t show never ends I would change the channel But the remote’s on the fritz And there’s nothing else Worthwhile on anyway And even if there was I’m too apathetic to care And too down to get up today Too spent to make some change And too Too This sh&t show never ends UntilContinue reading “Sh&t Show. A poem.”

Currents and Whirlpools. A poem.

Somewhere along the way I lost sight of yesterday Drifting on currents and whirlpools Threatening to take me Down to places I’d rather not be And so I fell as deeply as one could As far down as one never ever should A stone and leaden weight Sinking deeper into fate Violent currents and whirlpoolsContinue reading “Currents and Whirlpools. A poem.”

Vantage Point. A haiku.

From this vantage point Worlds beyond reality Call to adventure 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.

My Lady Waits. A poem.

My lady waits in conscious thought, Precluded and abstaining, With fickle motions bought And sold in a moment’s notice. She stands and lies and shivers, Like summer rainfall or icy leaves At winter’s end, when all delights Must finally shake those fickle traces And embrace their bitter finality. My lady waits and presents Herself toContinue reading “My Lady Waits. A poem.”

Blameless. A haiku.

How blameless you are, forever blaming others— mirror without truth. 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.

So. A stream of consciousness poem.

So. So so so. So, a lot of people seem to have an issue with uncertainty. About where they are headed, about the meaning of life. You know. The big questions. I’m one of those. Sometimes. So. So, I know I’m on a path. I’m a believer in predestination. Destiny. Fate. Call it what youContinue reading “So. A stream of consciousness poem.”

Briars and Thorns. A poem.

All these briars and thorns— Sticking and slicing, Pricking and enticing— Patterning my body And reflecting my somber discontent. Marking a trail upon this empty flesh— A patina of scar tissue, A fleshy, vertiginous map— To guide me like a lost, Angst-filled, wayward child. Back from the emptiness Of my long congealing heart. For moreContinue reading “Briars and Thorns. 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.

Drowning Not Waving. A poem.

It’s so easy to wave And then slide below And let the tide take me Wherever we’ll go Waving not drowning Just a puppet on show Drowning not waving Behind a curtain of woe For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “Drowning Not Waving. A poem.”

She. A haiku.

She: the best and worst and everything in between. She, you should treasure. 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.”

Here. A haiku.

You long for purpose, Searching far for fulfilment, When it’s right here, now. 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.

Blame. A poem.

I took the blame For it was my lot To stumble and toil And make my weary way Back to life From whence I was cast Aside But blame should be Apportioned Fairly and to each For blame lies not in one But in the actions And inactions Of all Forevermore For more Poetry, clickContinue reading “Blame. A poem.”

Murder of Crows. A poem.

A tendency to exaggerate. Variable and inconsistent, A migratory bird, unaware Which hemisphere is up Or what time of year it is. A mountain and a molehill, Keynotes of your dependency. Furtive and insecure And longing for approval; All wayward illegitimacy. Time to find the truth within And not try so hard To be partyContinue reading “Murder of Crows. 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.”

Practice Makes Perfect. A poem.

I reach And yet Everything Is so Far away Unknowable My fingertips Brush The surface Of something I cannot Grasp No matter How hard I try But that Won’t stop Me from Persevering Because Practice Makes Perfect For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely andContinue reading “Practice Makes Perfect. A poem.”

Switch. A poem.

I stopped to think and thought Perhaps I shouldn’t do so Perhaps I should just stand and rise Above all the crap I’m floating in All the muck and detritus I’ve let gather around me All these years and tears And heartfelt fears That congest the waters And drag me down A skeletal grip uponContinue reading “Switch. A poem.”

Shattered. A haiku.

Your fragile ego, shattered in many pieces. Can it be remade? 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.

The Wait is Over. A poem.

The wait is over And although you were active All along Spewing literary concerns Like jaded opinions And late afternoon enfilades The time has come For release From this future tense To revel in the irony That what kept you going Was a bitter sense of yesterday And wanting To get far away From allContinue reading “The Wait is Over. A poem.”

The Whole Shebang. A poem.

Attitudes entrenched by years of disbelief, tears and fears. Shaken, abused and confused; broken, taken and refused, again and again, until there’s nothing left but regret and emptiness. An anger that shakes these foundations of resentment, these skyscrapers of doubt. Twisting and turning this rage about until there’s nothing left but wanton disregard. Enough toContinue reading “The Whole Shebang. A poem.”

Centre Stage. A poem.

Saw you again the other day, ring on finger, centre stage. I smiled, a little whimsically, through sad and bitter memories. I looked back amongst the bric-a-brac, how we laughed and walked, and fought like that. And played and talked and teased again— sometimes enemies, sometimes friends. I realised, despite the lies of youth, IContinue reading “Centre Stage. A poem.”

Steak Sandwich. A poem.

Brown, blood-streaked breadcrumb entree Built to serve Consistently It roils and rocks In the mouth, awash Then on it floats Sea of acid wash A meal of kings A grand entry Ignominious exit Consistency Brown, blood-streaked A warning bell To the doctor, now And time will tell For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Steak Sandwich. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Heart Tree

I take photographs. I write poetry. Here’s some poetry and photography, in equal measures. Cheers Steve 🙂 Heart Tree. A poem. Light shines through the trees above Forming a shape, too like my heart Coloured by light and silhouette Reflecting all of my life’s regrets And if I stare for a little too long MyContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Heart Tree”

Entrenched. A poem.

Entrenched within Mud to knees No flight from here A no man’s land Of blithe confusion And emptiness Entrenched within This sharp regret Like a bayonet Some veiled remorse And back and forth In the wasteland Entrenched within Over the top Until you’re stopped Bullet or ballad Fleet foot, fallen And no escape Entrenched withinContinue reading “Entrenched. 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.

Pop Stars. A poem.

Too many pop stars popping off like stars or popping corn, just Mini-fashion supernovas grabbing my attention in an explosion of pop culture Sympathetically Simplistically Setting the scene In just fifteen minutes of sobriety For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “Pop Stars. A poem.”

Sheets and Slips. A poem.

These sheets and slips Abide with time, Like tides and shores, Old pick up lines. These mountains climbed And sacrificed, To sheets and slips And angst-filled lives; That lost their way, Were found again, In the arms of a wayward, Weather-less vane. No wind or rain From north or south, No implications, fear or doubt.Continue reading “Sheets and Slips. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Swing

I take photographs. I write poetry. Poetry and photography, as seen above and below, exchanging views and subtle growth. Cheers Steve 🙂 Swing I swing into summer The water chilled to perfection Melting an icy veneer That once suited this exterior And so I swing A subtle pendulum Expectantly delivered Into your watery embrace ForContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Swing”

Well Spent. A poem.

My arms like tree limbs, gnarled and objectified. Here in the last remaining light, reaching for an unreachable sign by the side of a road, long and bitterly loathed. My feet encased in clay, entrenched along with attitudes I left in yesterday, along with foolish platitudes and angst-ridden symphonies in flight and obscure. Still theContinue reading “Well Spent. A poem.”

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.”

Corruption. A poem.

Your corruption has taken me Down and done, blistered and foul Every stream, more pain to cross Until this bitter pill has done its Sour and murky job And set this soul to rights So I can ride again But always with this fear That your corruption Will bring me down again For more Poetry,Continue reading “Corruption. A poem.”

Pulse. A poem.

Tar, congealing in your veins, sheltering your heartbeat in its quicksilver repose. Aortic mysteries, dissected atriums and ventricles at ease and at odds, pulling and pushing through luxurious days and overheated nights. What will it take to quicken your lackadaisical pulse, to break your blood and soul from this lethargy that holds you fastidiously toContinue reading “Pulse. A poem.”

The Cycle. A poem.

The cycle is constant Together, alone I long for the instant Until I’m finally home I endure and I crave The simplest life Where my soul is saved By my family and wife But the cycle is constant Together, alone The cycle is constant Until I’m finally home For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “The Cycle. A poem.”

Your Eyes, an Ocean. A poem.

Your eyes, an ocean Setting me adrift at sea Just one miscalculation and Suddenly there’s No star to guide me Your eyes, an ocean Subtle ocean homily Expounding on a sailor lost and Anxiously not Where he’s meant to be Your eyes, an ocean Given a sextant to perceive Directly and indirectly and This distanceContinue reading “Your Eyes, an Ocean. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Knighted Tree

Poetry and photography, live together in perfect harmony (to paraphrase Paul McCartney). Cheers Steve 🙂 Knighted Tree Armoured and encrusted Barnacled and salted Prepared to joust For your ocean’s honour Your everlasting foe The ever-shifting shore For more Upstart Photographer, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely andContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Knighted Tree”