Plunge. A poem.

Plunge Deep below Where sinking Is dreaming And thoughts Are washed away In plumes Of subtlety And sobriety And nonchalance Then, once more Take the plunge 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 inContinue reading “Plunge. A poem.”

Cage. A poem.

Bars you can’t squeeze through Beyond your reach, it’s true Too thick to overcome Your strength of will undone A trap fit for a king To spend your life within This cage in which you sit Is what your mind makes it For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out PoetryContinue reading “Cage. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Pool.

I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Two loves on one page. Steve 🙂 Pool. A poem I enter her creamy embrace Each stroke taking me deeper Into waters clear and profound And when I come up for air She does greet me With the rapture of a storm For more Poetry,Continue reading “Upstart Photographer – Pool.”

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.”

Laidback DM: OP Characters and the Players Who Love Them

Every DM knows one. Some know many. What am I talking about? Players who spend their lives working out the best options to make themselves the most powerful (or “optimised”) characters in the game. But is there anything wrong with that? Here’s some pros and cons you might want to think about, followed by someContinue reading “Laidback DM: OP Characters and the Players Who Love Them”

Believe. A poem.

I look out on the world And this is what I see Hatred, isolation No lands of the free Racism, extremism division shore to sea Religion not religion Corruption on high Intolerance and power In a man full of lies (A world I never understood And want no part of Because I I believe inContinue reading “Believe. A poem.”

Drawn 2. A poem.

Drawn 2 your flame 2 ashes reduced 2 rise again 2 return & burn Drawn 2 this fate 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 getContinue reading “Drawn 2. A poem.”

Laidback DM – Theater vs. Grid

As a DM I like to run combat different ways. Sometimes it’s with miniatures and pawns on a 1-inch square grid. Sometimes it’s all in the imagination, what we like to call ‘Theater of the Mind’ (TOTM). Here’s the pros and cons for both: Grid/Battle Mat Pros: * Precise – allows players and DM toContinue reading “Laidback DM – Theater vs. Grid”

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.”

Hysteria. A Haiku.

Your hysteria Does not make you rational Or remotely sane. #Vote 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.

Upstart Photographer – Mural

I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Here’s both, all in one. Steve 🙂 Mural. A poem. Rippled reflection An imperfect memory Casting its gaze Upon the flocks below An endearing shepherd Without judgement Or recourse Offering flowers In recompense For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Mural”

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.”

Occasion. A poem.

Regulate this feeling Clamp it down and fix it In a final, vice-like repose ‘Tween twilight and morning Unburdened by the hollow And fulsome moon Let all your tears flow freely And whisper words Retained for this occasion For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Occasion. A poem.”

Sometimes. A poem.

Sometimes, I feel old. I feel the weight of years And the stress and strain Of injuries and tears That make it hard to lift Myself from bed. It hits me, awkwardly, When I’m lifting a box Or philosophising alone, Shooting through my brain And body and bones. Or when I see the young LivingContinue reading “Sometimes. A poem.”

RPG. A poem.

My game is never done Or lost or won Even when the final die is cast And the last Player upon this infinite stage Writes their page Another memorable tale It’s safe to say That lives on in mind and soul The final The ultimate And ever-lasting Goal. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “RPG. 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.

Upstart Photographer – Detritus

Photography & Poetry – P&P for all the RPG fans lol 😊 Cheers Steve 🙂 Detritus. A poem. Cast ashore by storied seas A mishmash of memories And undefinable surprises From the ocean’s turned out pockets A lost and found of salty treats Waiting and wanting to be reclaimed For more Poetry, click here. ForContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Detritus”

My Prayer. A poem.

My prayer is for today And yesterday and tomorrow, For every lost soul counting time, Standing rooted to the spot. Perhaps one day you’ll learn To get on the road And into the headlights Of a truckload of realisation, That may, somewhat ironically, Bring you back to life. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “My Prayer. A poem.”

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.”

Upstart Photographer – Beach Morning

Photography, poetry – why not, I say? 😊 Cheers Steve Beach Morning. A poem. Rainbowed cloud and Circuitous seas Casting ancient wisdom Like dice upon the shore 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 “Upstart Photographer – Beach Morning”

Depression Is. A poem.

I always work so hard, you see, With such effort and resolve. Working towards my lofty goal, Another problem I can solve. Setting the bar too high, it seems, But reaching every time. Again, a pinnacle achieved And a feeling so sublime. But then the mighty outcome, The success which I have craved, Turns outContinue reading “Depression Is. A poem.”

A Loss. A poem.

I feel the absence The missing jigsaw heart That once made me whole And now makes me hole I feel every teardrop Every rip and tear Every shake and rattle And every distant sigh I feel the darkness These clouds and storms That weather and wither My very being An emptiness That can’t be filledContinue reading “A Loss. A poem.”

Angry. A haiku.

You make me angry: Your choices and selfishness Robbed him of a life. 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.

Share. A poem.

Would that I could share this success with you? All the excess and fortune Pointing to moments unsolicited And gratuitous and circumspect All these worlds and words Of self doubt and self pity Replaced by self esteem And confidential confidence Would that I could share this success with you Even if only for one lastContinue reading “Share. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Distressed

Photography and poetry – a two for one deal, but for a short time only 😊 Cheers Steve 🙂 Distressed. A poem. Your interminable display A marriage of metaphor that Adds rings to eucalyptus fingers As the elements play out A millennium of bad hair days So stand tall and despair Oh lady of distressContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Distressed”

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.”

I Suck at Social Media.

I have a confession. One that’s obvious to some, especially those who know me. I suck at social media. Social media as a forum is both a treasure and a bane. It’s an information and networking portal and a source of disinformation and anxiety. Not to mention underhanded data collection, stalking, cyber bullying and echoContinue reading “I Suck at Social Media.”

The Book. A poem.

There’s a lot of typing here, Exposition to be done. A hard fought war on grammar And literacy that’s often won. Occasionally a photo finish (A second or a third), Or an error left in print That’s obviously absurd. Another book is done And another now begun: Eighty thousand words or so, The constant toContinue reading “The Book. A poem.”

Why? A poem.

I can see your place When I turn the corner. I’m shifting gears, Downshifting and slowing, Braking and breaking To the sound of singing tyre tread And siren goodbyes. Such a short time, But what a time. And how we wished It would last and would be different From all the times before, When emptyContinue reading “Why? A poem.”

Bittersweet. A poem.

You were there You were gone We had sung Our last swan song Now a whisper Just a pall Just an echo Heard in the halls I did wrong So did you Two separate paths Two lonely fools For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Bittersweet. A poem.”

Worst Enemy. A poem.

All the hells that we conceive Nurture in our heads and breed Far worse than any promises That the end could throw at us. My greatest and worst enemy You are mine and whole in me. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and HopelesslyContinue reading “Worst Enemy. A poem.”

Damocles. A haiku.

A Damocles sword By a thin thread suspended Over all our heads 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.

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.”

Inflexible. A haiku.

So inflexible. Time to loosen up, my friend. Just let it all go. 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.

These Tears. A poem.

These tears are not for you Not for the moments shared and lost Not for the conversation, trust Not for the heat and aftermath Not for a future that’s now dashed Not for the glass I raise to you Not for the player, now the fool Not for the one who got away Not forContinue reading “These Tears. A poem.”

Spoke Too Soon. A poem.

Perhaps I misconstrued The intention of content Perhaps I spoke too soon Perhaps I failed to see The disappointment in your eyes Perhaps it will always be Perhaps the fear inside Amplified the angry tide Perhaps it’s best Not to reason why Perhaps I spoke to soon For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Spoke Too Soon. A poem.”

Together. A poem.

How can you be? In a universe of complex biorhythmic uncertainty, Where chaotic tides dance And random polarities flicker Like afterthoughts, Where silken geometries Defy natural orders And ebb and flow and dance To fundamental and existential microcosmic transmissions You are the one thing That makes sense Part of the subtle weave That binds bothContinue reading “Together. A poem.”