Dictatorily cloning the children
in their own misshapen parental image
disallowing them all
to become the gift
that each one is
© Stef Wilde 22nd May 2016
Monday 23rd May 2016 12:01 am
Haiku; (5-7-5) Cat
Stealthily slinking feline bird killer
Miaowing milk lapping hissing dog hating mouser
Furniture scratching night time prowler
Haiku; (5-7-5) Hills
Risen giants in verdurous clothing
Sky reaching elevations occasionally wearing cloudy hats
Shale and boulder patched uplands
Wednesday 18th May 2016 1:01 pm
Haiku; (5-7-5) Beached.
Barnacle encrusted misguided spouting submariners
Dying drying out Moby mountains of blubber
Liquorice lips in downturned postion.
Haiku; (5-7-5) Canals
Elongated pathways of barged waters
Duck and Swan'd liquid roads intermittently locked
Excavated earth tons fluidly replaced
Tuesday 17th May 2016 6:55 pm
I have this uncertainty
whether or not
in the sea
of your love.
will not swim
I must bide
until the truth rises
© Patricia Wilde April ...
Saturday 14th May 2016 12:17 am
so harsh,so wild, doth the upper tempests blow
light,to thine eyes,falls dim
sunlight dismissed,dark full insists
in this tenebrous sea,all shadows here do swim.
Thunders terrible,rolling voice,lightnings fearsome flash!
clouds,rain swollen,unclasp their hold
though far below,is cursed this dire show
unrelenting ne'er less,high furies more loud unfold.
Tuesday 10th May 2016 12:43 pm
under attack once more
by the unforgiving baddies
no surprise there then.
the forgiving goodies
are starting to drag their feet
arriving later and later.
ah well,time for a seminal break
while my positivity dresses up
in white robes
and reinvents itself as God
bringing shedloads of redemption.
why can't th...
Sunday 8th May 2016 1:36 pm
will melt the ice
around your heart
slowly setting it free to find its way
to a heaven I am making for our eventual togetherness
until then my loves goes with you and my patience will never rest
my patience knows no bounds,my patience never loses,the needs of my soul won't allow it to.
© Stef ...
Thursday 5th May 2016 1:18 am
Sly pretentions hid themselves
in the words she gave to this,my heart
she thought captured
that it would believe
they were messengers of love.
Her intentions,glazed with skilful deception
and perceptions,that I had become her fool
deemed to be poorly schooled
in the art of defence against manipulation
How deviously,she had sighted my inner lonelinesses
Tuesday 3rd May 2016 10:28 am
nearing full descent
wave broken paths
to the horizon.
to the crowding empire
silvery tendrils unfolding
is the touch
to earths face.
Sunday 1st May 2016 8:19 am
one time kid of a fuckall childhood
probably concieved in some shit hole.
Brought up on too many thick ears,scroungings,left overs and corner shop shite
on rare occasions when dad had'nt pissed his wages up the wall.
Skinny can-kicking short trousered little bastard
in the days when arse wiping social workers were not in fashion
trying my best not to use th...
Saturday 30th April 2016 7:47 am
With the dust
of the days far flung brilliance
still in my eyes
I am at one
the presiding Lord
of all darknesse's
ripening to backdrop
heavens glittering parades
those crystalline orchards
among whose branchings
has grown a glimmer
one that has always
it is a beacon of hope
it is a guiding light...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 10:37 pm
Ninety six souls can rest
No more lies the whip comes down
Blue uniformed back red striped
Haiku; Common sense
Age prevails small wrongs uprooted
New tree's of wisdom begin bearing fruit
Consumptions of sweeter clarifications digested
Haiku; Shotokan Karate
Empty hands accurately striking weapons
Wednesday 27th April 2016 11:09 am
House sized multiple wheeled giants
Gargantuan diesel'd deliverers of everybody's everyday needs
Crocodiling occupiers of inside lanes
Winters Summer dreaming sleeping seeds
Dressers to be in natures beautiful costumes
Eye and heart pleasing sunbathers
Front to back think...
Monday 25th April 2016 10:18 am
attempting to clone
the thoughts of others
his own words
to a better use
Sunday 24th April 2016 8:49 am
Haiku; Off to see the Wizard
Dorothy sings of over the Rainbow
Scarecrow Tin man Lion and Toto accompanied
Yellow brick roadworthy Oz seekers
Testing air as if water
Nervous on the wing trying half lengths
Little strokes before Oceanic flight
Haiku; Etheral singer
Cathedrals of cumulou...
Thursday 21st April 2016 8:42 am
Bully cock of the walk
Ignorant thuggish dominator of his fearing neighbourhood
Dead head walking going nowhere.
Haiku; Sun and Moon
Players of hide and seek
Planetary giants being found by each other
In dark and light places
Beautiful gift in our hands
Questioning our dubious considerations...
Wednesday 20th April 2016 6:26 pm
Going against the green grain
Not seeing the tree's only the wood
Taking the piss and the sap
© Patricia and Stef Wilde 19th April 2016
Wednesday 20th April 2016 12:57 am
Tuesday 19th April 2016 11:39 pm
Tuesday 19th April 2016 10:16 pm
In my sleep
I see myself
crouching at the window
of some kind of library
a smoking rifle in my hands
people are running everywhere
somebody down there
in the back seat of a limo
appears to be dead
what looks like Mafia members and teamsters
are applauding me
suddenly John Kennedys ghost appears
laughing and whispering in my ear
Jack Rubys gonna...
Monday 18th April 2016 6:50 pm
Sunday 17th April 2016 8:35 pm
They can't stand kitchen heat
Others can and do so sociably
Such are the differences between mice and haikuists
© Stef Wilde April 17th 2016
Sunday 17th April 2016 2:31 pm
Saturday 16th April 2016 11:51 am
Stalking those who are thought to trample on the worthinesse's of poetry
assumed to be joy riding its words and meanings over a cliff
there is a toothless dark beast
in his shadowed lair of pomposity and self righteousness,squirming.
Dressed up in fascist hatred
and ignorantly musing there,alone
will not let anyone less than master race perfect,be.
'What big foolish,...
Friday 15th April 2016 8:15 pm
Wednesday 13th April 2016 3:50 pm
His crying out
only adds more ugliness to the scene
and becomes a self made requiem
With chaos in his eyes
and toy heroism gone
he is discovering how pathetic it was
to think false bravado alone
There was never going to be
a medal for all the savagery
dealt out by you to the innocents.
This is your inevitable prize
Monday 11th April 2016 1:39 pm
(Remembering the Tottenham riots-apologies Mr. Blake)
And did those feet in stolen trainers run amok
on Tottenhams burning scene
and have the unholy screaming mobs on facebook later been?
and did the 'effluent' so incline
to shit forth upon our decent respected wills
and were the communities near unbuilt there
by manic scallies lacking social skills.
Bring them th...
Saturday 9th April 2016 1:33 pm
A cardboard boxes and binbags 'monster'
gathering cobwebs above
mountainous obsessing possessions
too many items I love
Dusty railed regiment of shirts
not one anymore considered a beaut
a stringless guitar,a flute without toot
powder puff smelling handbags
for a hand or shoulder they yearn
old Dansette record player
on which the hits no more will turn
Wednesday 6th April 2016 5:50 pm
Before I make this list out
and concerning books
I would just like to tell you all
that after reading
'The Art Of Cake Shagging'
I was fucking discustard!
So here goes........
Inconvenience by Lewis Klosed
Don't eat there! by Francis Tewfrogged
Over in a barrel by Victoria Fawles
Handbag snatch by Percy Stowlen
Hit and run by Mo Down
Machine guns by Karl As...
Tuesday 5th April 2016 12:39 pm
As per,I attend
the air headed
Perhaps one day for viewing services rendered
I will be awarded a Master of Diminished Resposibilties degree
along with a Doctorate
in the absofuckinglute detestation
of big girls blousey football.
As long as I don't catch celebrity sickness
or get brainwashed by senseless soaps.
Monday 4th April 2016 5:30 pm
Saturday 2nd April 2016 10:06 am
Friday 1st April 2016 12:39 am
Poor guy,poor guy.
The only one in his world.
Labelled village idiot
whose life has fallen around his ankles.
Lost boy to Mother.
Put paid to by Father.
Never seen at gatherings.
His mind skylarking
in the undetermined locations of a wandering mind
exhibiting its sad art.
Does he I wonder
in between fractions of a second
ever seminally hanker to s...
Wednesday 30th March 2016 9:41 am
Black buffers loom.
Disbelieving passengers opening carriage doors
onto the platform of eternity.
Patricia Wilde March 2016
Tuesday 29th March 2016 11:04 pm
Tuesday 29th March 2016 4:24 pm
Monday 28th March 2016 10:34 pm
Monday 28th March 2016 9:52 am
Sunday 27th March 2016 11:18 am
Saturday 26th March 2016 1:29 pm
Tea towels tumbling
Dust cloth's dancing
Pillow slips pirouetting
Friday 25th March 2016 8:29 am
Thursday 24th March 2016 3:06 pm
clothes and shoes
Kellogs, TV news
oh no! not you know who!
ugh! Prince Andrew
without a clue
makes me spew
other prog must choose
then,no time to lose
off to bus stop queues
lift my blues.
enjoyed the views
called in at Sue's
listened to Blue Bayou
and my ...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 9:32 pm
As a kid
I have heard more than one wartime song;
"its a long way to Tipperary" for example,
a thousand or two,and then some,times
from my Father,or,
"pack up your troubles in your old kit bag"
from my Grandfather (both of which I hope will ring in my ears forever)
yet,for the life of me,I still can't do the footwork like these two oldies could
when we used to listen t...
Monday 21st March 2016 11:44 am
Almost a look of apology
for being a wasted human
on her face.
Love is the missing word
in the dictionary of her mind.
She is one of many.
A backstreet girl.
Dreaming on victim.
Trying to keep one killing fix ahead
of lifes questionable pace.
Patricia Wilde March 2016
Friday 18th March 2016 4:14 pm
Oh look at them!
and listen at your own risk!
There they are
chewing the fat at breakneck speed.
Talking about everything almost at once
neither of them giving their watches a glance
and at every short lived juncture
no expressions of exhaustion
no signs of lip pausing
speaking too fast
to correct improperly prounounced words
never coming up for air....
Sunday 13th March 2016 10:23 pm
considering the term
'a word to the wise'
Unless the originator of said saying
knows something we don't
then I find the words meaningless
because in my opinion
the wise do not exist.
If they do,
then why oh fucking why
don't they get off their fucking intellectual arses
and stop this world
from speedily going
down the fucking toilet!
Friday 11th March 2016 9:41 am
Here we are again
exaggerating our sympathies
in this sinless,sunless
incensed last stop
for the dead
trying to outdo
each others sad facial expressions.
the first of many
long winded hymns
being dutifully lead
by the vicars
heavenly aimed voice
in an overbearing volume.
Then comes the ...
Tuesday 8th March 2016 5:55 pm
As I was transcendentally meditating
up and down the Woodstock stair
I saw Timothy Leary-Jimi Hendrix-Maharishi Yogi-Jim Morrison-Janis Joplin
who were not there
they were not there yesterday
so I took some more lysergic diethylamide acid
and they came back
Stef Wilde 2016
Monday 7th March 2016 10:09 am
Overspills of your days into nights
were no stagnant pools
like your many outrageous hair colours
you outrageously coloured the rules
took out of life all you could not give back
directionless soul who trod the dark unknown track.
Your time was for dancing,always for personal fun
till gradually becoming trapped in the web the guilt in your mind had spun
we discarded p...
Saturday 5th March 2016 8:18 pm
Expectant open palms
lowered over the grate
as a little cheery smokey spiral ascends
to be scattered by icy winds.
From between kindle rafted logs
the ballet of flames begins.
Slowly the gaudy dancers
perform their combustible leapings and curlings
snaking around the dead wood
caressing it like witches fingers.
The crackling cacophony is under way
Saturday 5th March 2016 12:11 am
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