Winter has fallen in our livesDo not cry or shed that tear,She soars now on open breezeAbandon all that’s laced with fear.Honeyed humoured uttered wordsLaugh and smile at memoryIn our hearts fulfilled,Clinging to unencumbered certainty.Wipe away that darkling frownIn thought and deed she’ll ever reachLift your head unto the stars.Smiling at eternal peace. This poem…
Author: admin
Junkie
When you are an addict, everything’s greatNothing matters or needs to relate.All you need is another syringeAnother fix; another binge.Some powder lying on the spoonAwaiting a voyage up the barrel soon.Shot at speed into veins, bared armNullifying pain, bringing warmth and calm.Drowning in sweet bliss, void deepHeroin, my love, my will to keep.
Breaking
Bend like willow, springing back,Supple to the worldly weight,Heaped on shoulders to bare.Bare you must, it is the way,Taking all that’s thrown at you.Absorbing troubles, grappling anxieties,Piling on more worldly weight,Bending double but carrying on.Creaking, cracking, caught in a cycle.No longer bending but set to break.
Bus shelter at midnight.
Last bus went 30 minutes ago.Now I’m just here alone, waitingto shelter late night revelers from the weather.The lashing rain battering my windowsdripping cold waters onto the metal mesh seat.Mixing with stale urine,Lagered vomit and detritus swimming.A cold wind blows, whistling thoughdiscordant in its berating tune,sardonic sounds to pipe the night away.
Poet
Swathes of words, forms, meter.Colours bright, objects defined,Sometimes even a rhyme sublimeBut you know, not all the time.Humour, drama in equal proportionsConcocted, rabidly writtenSauntering silently scrawling onEngaging in alliterationScritching scratching on the pagePen dipped in onomatopoeic fiction,Which I hear is all the rage.And not a serious predilection.With Haiku, pantoum, syllables counted,Rhythm and meter often flouted.Obey…
Nature walk
Close your eyes on your stroll,Take a breath, deep and deeper still,Let the air fill those lungs and exhale.Let your mind open and listen,No longer vision blocking the soundsImages around disappearAnd noise comes into bright focus.The creak of trees, swish of branchesSwaying in the breezelightly touching your face.Chirp of chaffinches, the caw of crowsMelancholy in…
The Cheat
“What the hell did you do?”Was shouted at red cheeks,lashing his face with guilt and spit.As he turned and left, aloneagainst the onslaught of fists pummeling.Every envenomed hit, a percussion of derision.The Catholic conscience cleanser,mopping away the sin,absolved by the fist and the sobs.Away from the house, away from them.Ring flung at the retreating man.Gold…
Out, out, damn spot!
“Out, out, damn spot”was shouted at the stained shirtspattered with jam.The preserve reserving the right of preservationagainst the onslaught of mindless rubbing.Spit, spat to clean as miraculous oral detergentinstead smearing from spot to massive mark.Deep red turning to translucent rose,a huge polka dot of pink,Fragranced with sweetened strawberry.Hidden by a hasty cardigan,slung on with hope…
Transparent
“I’m like glass”, I said“an open book. Nothing to hide.”All was mirage, fakery,taped together and illusory bound.No one is truly transparent,there is always something more,hidden away from the lightwhether by shame or privacy,perhaps a lost memory.Something is always retainedheld back, kept secretjust an arcane truth for myself;not for general display and discussion,not a hot topic…
Valentine
I broke your heart, a recited creed.In two, then shattered it with words,split it asunder with deedstill all that was left was dust.Blowing away in the breeze. Nothing left, just ache insteadeclipsed by hurtful imageswandering around inside your head.Probably worse that the actual facts,but still our love, in pieces, dead. Again, I am the one…