Poetry Blogs (Birthdays)
Every Autumn fills
with browns and reds,
yellows and oranges;
and a steady wind
blowing through trees.
candy corn, and costume trials
as little ones prepare
for changes in the air.
Days lead up to celebrating
another trip around the sun,
yet this season is another reminder
of all those years ago
when we lost you.
Years collect dust rings
Friday 9th October 2020 5:09 am
Its Jennifer's birthday,
Break out the champagne
Put up balloons and coloured paper chains
The child is on top of the world
so it seems
That was until Arthur,
Shattered her dreams
For those in the dark
At this moment in time
Let me introduce Arthur
On nasty feline
A moggy with menace
A cat with conviction
He'd scratch on the chairs
And leave hair...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 4:29 pm
We close our eyes gently and slowly
Wait for the narcotic niceties to be over
“Isn't it nice to just relax?” you say
“Hmmmm” I agree, letting my thoughts become dreamy
My birthday is over and it's time to release the stress
It has taken so long
Doubling up the pretence puts pressure on the present
Downstairs you carry out the Birthday autopsy
Thursday 16th May 2013 6:20 pm
Most Birthdays leave me vulnerable to the precepts of Birthday etiquette
It catches me,
Forcing me to celebrate things I run from, the older I get
Maturity, responsibility, human company
Loving me is difficult,
Especially when you're 30
My Birthday bunting says,
'Happy Fucking Birthday'
You made it for me,
An insult and a sparkly salutation,...
Thursday 16th May 2013 6:01 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
The city is drenched in gold tonight
The sea is silver, like my temples
My hands feel older now than ever
But my mind and my grip is so much surer
Than back when I was younger;
I've run from love when it got tough
My hair was bleached in boiling light
I helped as many people as I could
Still, my thoughts were darkened in the wilderness
Felt alone in crowds of s...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 7:38 pm