Apology. A poem.
I’m so sorry that I left you to face the world alone. I’m so sorry for the things I said and did, I will atone. I’m so sorry I can’t help you now, in your time of need. I’m so … Continue reading Apology. A poem.
Tag: Writing
An Elegy. A poem.
It’s almost surreal when your back’s against the wall, your toes upon the razor’s edge, one slip and then you fall. It’s the strangest feeling when all the good you’ve done is dismissed as mere circumstance, and everything undone. It’s … Continue reading An Elegy. A poem.
Sea of Love. A poem.
I long for the sea, to feel the bright whispers of the surf and salt between my toes, the sand crumbling beneath my feet. I long to float in her, to move my restless shell along her graceful curves, to … Continue reading Sea of Love. A poem.
Grave. A poem.
I stand before the hole that wouldst be my grave. Where sullen earth and tepid worms do cry and call to me, my ample soul. This grave I’ve dug to fit my fettered frame, denuded in the wintry night to … Continue reading Grave. A poem.
Haiku Friday: Unsatisfied. A haiku.
Unsatisfied An endless task is finding a perfect fit for the unsatisfied. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Unsatisfied. A haiku.
The Breaker Upperers. A movie review.
New Zealand humour is quirky. The accents certainly help (no offence intended, kiwi readers—I love your accents). The Breaker Upperers, the new comedy from the scripting and directorial team of Madeleine Sami and Jackie van Beek (also the two leads) … Continue reading The Breaker Upperers. A movie review.
Anvil. Part 18.
Alfred Bester is a tall man, well over six foot and waif thin. He has a full head of brown hair with a prominent widow’s peak, greying somewhat but less than one would expect for someone in such a powerful … Continue reading Anvil. Part 18.
Upstart Photographer: Old Tree
I was driving on a country road a few weeks back and came across an amazing tree (I love photographing trees). I was so happy with these shots I wrote a poem to accompany them (so what’s new lol). Cheers … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Old Tree
Angry Tweet. A poem.
Sweat on brow and lip, fit to flood your world with salt-flavoured angst and sticky date dues. Heart pounding like the proverbial train that lost itself somewhere down the overwrought tracks. Time to swat the flies of decision and derision … Continue reading Angry Tweet. A poem.
Your Road. A poem.
Before me is asphalt, an active metaphor. My journey’s just begun, never ending or undone, upon this path I’ll drive, forever sanctified. On the eternal road of life Your cross will be my guide. I write a lot of poems, … Continue reading Your Road. A poem.
In the Oasis. A poem.
I shivered in the cold snap, persevering until I found the warmth I’d been missing in the safety of your lap. I drank from your lips, an oasis to placate my needs, to fuel these desires with every sip. The … Continue reading In the Oasis. A poem.
Haiku Friday: Spectrum. A haiku.
Spectrum This tincture of light, these pigments that colour you the spectrum of love. Just in case you weren’t sure, Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable/line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Spectrum. A haiku.
Wilderness. A poem.
I No Longer Wander Alone Now You’ve Joined Me In … Continue reading Wilderness. A poem.
Thoughts. A poem.
I thought the flow of tears would end, the self-hate, internal rage would mend. I thought my path was bright and clear, a new and ever-present destiny. I thought a kiss would heal my mind, exorcise the demons stored through … Continue reading Thoughts. A poem.
You and Me. A poem.
This touch fuelling DESIRE wanton and wastrel ECSTASY diamond moments of PLEASURE placating needs in FIRE that scorches earth THIRST no longer barren CARNAL swollen contempt SATED eventually and now just YOU and ME I write a lot of poetry, … Continue reading You and Me. A poem.
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