A touch, soft, just a hand brushing the face, Finger tips gently caressing, now waits, For the momentary silken embrace, With hearts entwined in a blissful state. Love itself, conquering all, dispelling Sadness, loneliness, negativity, Banished. Simple with words compelling, Just a light touch to garner brevity. Now both holding close and beating as one,…
Category: Poetry
Poetry
Suddenly…
This poem was written as a certain editor and creative writing teacher did not like the transition word “suddenly”… So being the absolute arse that I am ….. This is credited to Leonora. The washing machine explodedGushing suds, sods and waters deepSudden, sodden the slipping linoA skating rink filled with sheetsEvacuated from the whirlpool drumOut…
Populism
The racists never really went away, Just hid themselves in the background, Nurturing their hate for that fateful day. Appearing again with political sway Marching, shouting, banners unwound. The racists never really went away. Dooming us all to hear them bray, Their dystopian message echoes and sounds, Nurturing their hate for that fateful day. Populism…
Mr Grey’s Comeuppance
I wrote this for international women’s day 2022. That blasted Grey with instruments bobbin,Never thought about the crashing waves,But tumbled around with member throbbing,Leather clad against the light of day.Whip in hand, a masterful wet sponge,Misogyny bound with every twist.Mr Grey, eyes glistening, looking stunnedAt the unbound female escape artist.The table leapt, the lady screams“You…
Cheese Sandwich
My cheese sandwich is the SunIts importance knows no bounds.I need it more than oxygen,It’s the stuff that legends found. Oh, you crusty little fellowI love you more each second,Now it’s time to be digestedMy open mouth does beckon. Dancing, romancing on my tongueAnd now another chew,Down my throat to my bellyTo keep my strength…
Autumn Leaves
A flurry of gold and russet redsGarnered with silver spider websParachuting from branch which it sheds,Dropping their bounty to the floor. A swarm of waltzing ephemeral laceDelightfully dancing with emotive graceA picture of nature’s Autumnal face,Captured for all to adore. Beauty woven into the season’s gownThose amber flecks in her crownA vibrancy which is only…
Snow in July
This is a prose piece… it just has a structure where there are no paragraphs, not a poem at all. Just a story… with less words… no paragraphs and a bit more fluffier stuff in it. Definitely not a poem. Doesn’t even rhyme! Down the road we trudged,July burning into our backsAs the sun flamed…
Aesthetics
Aesthetics, you sordid little shit Study of beauty never fits, A pseudo intellectual mist That taunts me through and through. An artistic conundrum that you pose, Is just the Emperor’s new clothes. I would rather have another doze, Than languish here with you. High brow and so far out of touch No one really bothers…