Fuck off with your positive vibesGo stick them up them up your arseI’m not interested in smilingSo I think I’ll take a pass. You’re still keep mouthing offFor me to put on a happy faceBut I’m plotting your fucking downfallTo see your fall from grace. That’s when I’ll accept being positiveIt’s nothing that can be…
Category: Poetry
Poetry
Not broken
I’m not broken,Just slightly usedA worn out bagA man confused. I’m not brokenNot exactly crapJust someone who worriesabout being a sad chap. I’m not brokenYou can see from my smileIts not really a facadeSomething I’m trying to style. I’m not brokenI’m functioning at bestNo longer tied to other harmsOf which I can attest. I’m not…
The speaker
The speaker spoke in a guttural cryScreeching against the dayDooming us all to lay down and die. We all uttered a final sighNothing for us left to sayThe speaker spoke in a guttural cry. Trembling, our fates cast and chideUnholy it takes us down one wayDooming us all to lay down and die. No longer…
Pencil
Pencil point punctuated preciselyJabbed into the air, every syllable spokenSwished, stammered, sputtered sprightlyAn answer, answered. A gestured token.The teacher nods, introspective thoughts,Musing on the fencing flourishThe student seeking, the knowledge soughtThe pencil, an extension of his courage.With mighty cry, a quip well aimedThe lead projectile aiming highA sentence of a bard unduly famedHis demise with…
Blue Tears
Night draws forever onin its squalid winding way.Darkness compiled in essence,a quite subterfuge of meaningas if clothing mystery with beautiful silence,punctuating the sobs and splashes.Blue tears falling in shadow,hidden and ashamed.But night draws forever on.
One day
One of these days I’ll be a triumphant giant,I just need to eat a bit more Weetabix, they all said.Walk briskly, exercise moremaybe do some stretches.“Think big” my brother told me,he should know, as he touched a nearby cloud.I could only touch the side of the bin,I tried, nothing changed.“maybe you need some iron” said…
Murdering the poet
Ive thought often about poetic murdersEnvenoming a robust wrangled rhymeLeaving the marrow thick to curdleAs I plot away the waiting time. Maybe I’ll sharpen some alliterationA convocation cavorting capersAwaiting the right dark situationFor the scything wit to savour. Slicing deep spilling bloodSibilant sounding shaping upThen that poetic body thudsFinally making that final cut. But add…
Misogyny
What bile and bluster is contained,in insipid ungrateful men.The ones who want to hijack and harangue,shouting misogynistic slurs,always overbearing.Making a day about women about them,not even passive aggressive,who needs the passive part.When telling rape jokes,or fallaciously commenting.Downplaying all that women feel and fear,with simple lines that just echo,“what about us men?”As if every other day…
Longing
The scent of youlingered on the pillow,fabric kissed deeply making it yours.The hour had passedeven though no longer therea ghost remained,in a glowing mental collage.Entwined togetherwhispering edicts of lovepassionate solemnity.Thoughts to keep me warmuntil we meet again tonight.
Winter on the moor
Clouds encumberedlazily pushing themselves along the open sky,Blocking the weakened sunAs the wind blows cold icy air along the moor.Down the valleys and up the steep hillsHarkening the approach of winter’s grace.Frozen petals parachute delicately from the heavensA flurry of dancing lace dotting the landscapeIn silken beauty as the crystals fall.Steeping the land in its…