Poetry Blogs (Morning)
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
Low early autumn sun
a lone long strand of spider silk
stretched across the window glass
above a tiny downy feather like a snowflake
shivering in the breeze
Wednesday 5th September 2018 9:53 am
When the morning's flight
lifts the darkened blind,
and slows the speed of time,
be ready in your heart and mind
with gratitude, as you drift
on a sweet and quiet river,
lined by silent watchers;
remember their gifts, and the jewels
of the givers,
For that light is sure to glow
fierce and steady in your memory -...
Sunday 22nd October 2017 4:07 pm
Let the sound of the seas swell wash away the pain
Let the whoosh and crush of pebbles float away the strain
Morning light shimmering across flat sparkling sea
Morning swimmers lightly shivering as they rush to shore
Boys and girls peddle, skate and scoot by
Direction not known but heading for fun
Happy voices bouncing all around
Only early but excitement abounds
Saturday 26th August 2017 4:00 pm
I may when the sun comes up
To the worlds glorious rise
To her chant, her breath, her freedom
Her nurturing boundaries
I may when the sun comes up
In the evening I shall rest
Rest inside her sweet surrender
Contented to my soil rich roots
For the world has been my playground
I may when the sun comes u...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:35 am
cast sun drenched lines
that slowly creep
to wake still minds
and rousing them
with fresh shed rays
are angled open
that lies before
the fiery globe
swings wide the door
Wednesday 19th April 2017 4:01 pm
Another moist, reluctant sunrise
through the night sweat morning dew
the worm pushed towards the light
Across the lawn
the over stuffed pigeon
puffed up her unkempt plumage
cooed a taunt
How dare you wake up today
How dare you show that you tried today
she pinched him up
heaved him away
apatheticaly consenting to his fate
Monday 17th October 2016 12:34 pm
In the morning
make sure I calculate
Flat packet grains compress
into calibrated measure,
To be levelled
With milk added to twice the degree,
Placed in microwave,
A minute of vibrational rotation.
Returned for half the spell of time.
Seed topping on the milky mass,
Monday 18th April 2016 7:21 pm
among the blades of grass
Damp with dew
Clamouring with anticipation
of a new day
with its hues of pinks, blues and
smiling white clouds
was born to be seen
and exploded silently
All the better to listen
The fields cooed one by one
Even the surliest of trees
blinked in th...
Tuesday 1st March 2016 5:17 pm
Dawn is naked and alive
pirouetting in the street outside
she is a broad grey sky, endless above
It's not rain...
just some foggy spray licking windows
a coat the building wears
a metaphor I cannot interpret
all irony is groggily lost on me
yawning with my whole body
struggling with the load of memory
I'm oiling daily
So maybe I should stay indoors
get the fire going, boil the kett...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 11:27 pm
The razor cold breeze whipped at the small child.
For the tall pines grew below the cliff—no help--
And offered their apologies in their own way,
Filling the air with their sharp centric scent
And swaying like an ocean of green in the wind.
But, that day, the boy could not tell trees from tears,
And he could not smell aught but what he tasted:
Just copper and sa...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 7:06 am
I try to understand but do not know
what science explains: physics
or optics or geometrics or plain old
Moon’s crescent bowl holds pure
white milk, defeating gravity’s pull
that levels water, that lets me
understand emotional truth of balance.
I wonder how the sun can pasteurize
the moon since I can’t see the sun.
Friday 21st November 2014 7:34 pm
Saturday 10th August 2013 7:14 am
this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freight
Saturday 18th May 2013 3:18 pm
Distant chill and early morning
Rising in the cold
The car's all frozen thawing slowly
Where’s my woolly scarf?
The radios drones on with a weather warning
And I’m shivering in the cold
The kettle seems to be taking ages
The toast is taking its time
Where’s the butter and marmalade?
It’ll be cold today, I’m told
Gloved and scarved, scraper in ...
Sunday 13th January 2013 7:13 am
Good morning campers
Time for more ramblings from my mind, spewing forth on the page like a student at a house party. Something a bit more story based from me this time, Inspired by a recent trip to Berlin and a simply amazing club called Weekend. I think the poem tells you everything else you need to know.
Low lit square at 3AM
Carriage pulls up
Friday 28th September 2012 2:15 pm
Morning comes but once a day
And that's enough for me.
I face each day without you,
Making do with misery.
Morning comes but once a day,
My punishment goes on,
For all the ways I hurt you
In the dark times dead and gone.
Morning comes but once a day,
And with it comes the light,
To show me what I know so well
That there's no end in sight....
Friday 3rd February 2012 8:48 pm
Pass me the toys I'll play with you
lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!
Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?
Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?
Your little sister now owns your touch
cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us
we'll never let the kite go fly free
we never ever will let you leave
So you've really got it going
Saturday 12th November 2011 8:14 pm
There are days
that songs are stifled
or the throat hoarse and weary
No more do notes glide softly -
raking leaves strewn across
the littered lawn
their butterfly wings
hung up in the wait
for another sunny day.
There are nights
that stars squander
on unappreciative lovers
roaming listlessly by
a moonlit shore
their brilliant points
Wednesday 16th March 2011 4:48 pm