I wish he would really piss off,Stop spouting about “light” and “Breaking”,The idiot thinks I may love him,But he really is mistaken.He stands there in the rose bushes,Shouting poetry for me to hear.Comparing me to the radiant sun,With a randy look and leer.My folks have often warned about,Men reciting poems under window.“beware the ones who…
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Sonnet About Sonnets
Rhyming in iambic, counting fingersTrying to make sense, syllables dropping,Onto archaic form, often lingers,Instead of language, clopping and popping,Modern with its sublime spoken diction,Filled with colloquial noises and slang.A beautiful work of spoken fictionCaroused in exuberance and shebang.But shouldn’t I just, stay to the meter,And in its essence, play along in truth,Finding its Shakespearian bleak…
The Wolf (red riding hood)
I only came to Granny’s House,Handing out leaflets all day long,The door was open, I came inside,And that’s where it went all wrong. The old girl she got upset,And charged at me, sword drawn,I let out a cry and opened wide,Swallowing her up alone. She rattled around my stomach,I let out a little burp,But out…
Jealousy
Seething winds unfurl hatred deep within,Buffeting love, wrenching branches apart,Coveting all around in grasping sinTurbulent passion, unruly sanguine heartAnd how It wrenches, its cruelty enshrines.At the love within once held true and pureTransforming every feeling deep insideInto something rancid, fetid, red raw.Green envious claws, soul withering deathA bestial ferocious snarling graspEchoing with rasping resounding breath,Devouring…
Love And Redemption
Am I more than the sum of my parts?Not just a culmination of faded ideasSomeone who can reach for the stars. Plucking them just for you from afarTo stem the horror and nullify fearsAm I more a sum of my parts? Though reality, harsh discordantly smartKaleidoscopic, despicably sheerAm I someone who can reach for the…
Morphine
Hot daggers driven deep into vertebrae,Magma seeping into disks,Plunging nerves into liquid fireThe enduring pain, waiting to be vanquished.A cocktail, shaken, definitely not stirred,Shaped, coloured beads to be eaten,Drowned with water.Down, down, down the hatch,Disintegrating, infusing, negating the senses,Blinding synapses, fooling, drooling,“Medicated relief”, Morpheus whispers.A hateful adulterous kiss,Stealing pain, slaughtering goodness.Leaving a zombie in my…
Well I Never
I’m sure I never said that to him,Even if he does smell like biscuits and tuna.I would never, I mean never ever,Tell him about his froggy eyes,How they bulge out of his headHonestly, neverOr how he walks like a malnourished snail.You know, one without slime,Very slow, a low smelly froggy eyed manBut I never ever…
Granny’s Sideboard
Pristine Knick Knacks lined shelves of glassDisplayed for all to silently see,Worshipping moulded humdrum chintzReverence held reverently.Doors to sideboard always closedTo protect the objects from invading dust.A barrier against the outside world,One locked with Granny’s whispered curse.Glasses, thimbles, sparkling spoonsPiles of treasured tokens brightA dragon’s hoard on a doily nestA trove of glittering shite.
Krampus
Day broke, the sun achingly came over the concrete horizon, lighting the darkness in dull pink/orange hues as if the city were bruised from an encounter with the night. In winter its weakened rays didn’t really warm the ground at all or provide comfort for his bones that painfully throbbed with cold, then again, he…
Big Brother
The thorny hedge tore, biting flesh, drinking blood as he pushed through from the fey to the real. Fear pulsed through veins powering him toward the daylight away from the perpetual twilight, away from the longing and the magic. The fey had started to tear itself apart, magic was losing itself in a from misty…