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Tears of a Poet
When I think of Carlos,
a beautiful soul of a man,
emotional, heartfelt poetry bleeds through
Tears creep on the brink of every reading
His hand held over his heart to keep it in
He makes a mark wherever he goes
The rhythm of his words flow
And it leaves you speechless
All you can mouth is ‘wow…’
Pondering over poems to capture what I believe in
A work of art always in progre...
Monday 5th October 2020 1:52 am
Holly Hagg
Pen devoid of poems
adventure long overdue
living room carpet
growing long in the tooth
I’m pining for movement
so keen to get out
I’ll go walking down
to Holly Hagg
Little glimpses at normality
haloed by golden rays
There’s no poison
in the idle river
no politics
in the quiet horse
cantering to
another chew
The clouds of working day
part while I’m out walking
bathed in nat...
Friday 7th August 2020 4:43 pm
That year I was published A LOT
2017 was the year I had 34 new poems published. It was also the year I realised 'published' did not equate with 'good' or even 'widely read'' For example, towards the end of that year I had a major success - a poem on a high-profile website. My twitter followers rocketed (though, let's be honest - this is poetry, so not by much). Two days later I had another poem out, one I was happy with but knew...
Monday 3rd August 2020 2:27 pm
Echoes
Resistance is futile.
You will not find rest
as long as I am near,
whispering in your ear.
STOP, right now.
Write now.
Talk about how
love echoes
in the valley of
lost souls.
Share your hopes,
dreams, fears.
I’m listening,
channeling,
ready to bathe you,
in serenity.
I am your muse,
voice of truth,
your...
Tuesday 28th July 2020 5:17 pm
One Hundred Days In Plague Town
One Hundred Days In Plague Town
I met a man in Plague Town
With bird’s beak and a long black coat
He carried a cane in his left hand
He spoke to me and I quote:
‘Don’t travel far from your fire son
Go runaway and hide
For Fear stalks the streets of Plague Town
Some are ill and others have died’
So I went back home as he told me
And I sat and counted the days
...Thursday 9th July 2020 5:06 pm
A keen eye's woe
A misplaced comma,
an extra apostrophe,
page numbers missing;
a million little things to fix
that ought not to
take away the aura
of the piece but make me
stop and scream
How reckless
to leave the reader in such a mess
when they should only
focus on the very best
Monday 6th July 2020 4:17 pm
Did I Ever Tell You...
I’m digging through letters for clues
For endearments that will fill my cup
They spill over and fall away
As they come in with a rush
Too many to grasp
I pick them up one by one
In hopes to hold onto
Little pieces of you
Wednesday 1st July 2020 10:05 pm
Unsent letters
How many love letters do I have to write before they are sent
How many hours do I spend and lament
Over the impossible dream
The one that can’t be seen
And more and more it seems
Like it’s never going to be
Sunday 21st June 2020 12:46 pm
Fandango
A magenta sky
greets my morning sigh.
Another majestic day,
lost in the minutia of life.
Shoulda, coulda,woulda,
paralyzing dream sabers.
Distractions abound.
Download another book,
refresh the poet's page.
Escape, behind a waterfall
of tears.
Long nights,
paved years.
Fandango memories
sustain me.
Resilience
prevails.
Dry your eyes,
face your fears.
Wr...
Tuesday 9th June 2020 4:31 pm
Alexis karpouzos : The mystic journey
Our home, a pale blue dot in the vastness of universe's untouched beauty, a tiny, spherical world, afloat in a immensity of space and time. Here for a moment, and then we're leaving for the eternity. In the school of mortality we learn to acrobat over the abyss.
Alexis karpouzos
Tuesday 9th June 2020 11:14 am
Writer’s Block Strikes Again
Gather jumbled up thoughts
jot down some words
numerous adjectives,
superlatives, and delicious nouns
Describe the scene
that can explain
it is certainly this
but it could be better
Conjure up a lost love
hint at a depth of longing,
fulfillment, and regret
but give yourself some credit
Leave readers with faith,
love eventually wins
love yourself enough to see
yo...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 6:23 am
Magyk
Magyk
I had a book all full of spells
Where childhood magic
Weaved its way
Between the yellowed pages
Where dragon’s breath
Set woodland glades alight
And lost children danced
With the frightened and the fey
The teeth of angry wolves
Chewed at the edges
Whilst chattering little demons
Clawed along your spine
Strange apples fell from wizene...
Friday 8th May 2020 2:40 pm
Creativity Costs
You are enough.
Insecurity or
grandiose confidence
isn’t necessary.
Doubt, distraction,
procrastination, fear,
impostor syndrome,
borderline lunacy...
are costs of the
creative process.
Keep creating
through it all.
But, then again,
what do I know.
Tuesday 21st April 2020 11:26 pm
Entirety (The Whole)
The sights of ourselves still shape us to divide,
immediate response to the craves and madness,
we feel the way we feel but tonight it's you inside,
burried in the senses out of the lightness.
And days are still days but the trouble collides,
for all the reasons we chose not to revile,
and all our fears, childlish alike,
echoing through our minds, rejecting denial.
Stay where you are a...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 2:35 pm
She's Snow White
Not So White
Little Snow White's daddy died
Pretty girl cried and cried
Wicked Queen an ugly old tart
Sent huntsman to take her heart
Huntsman took Snow for a ride
But felt ever so guilty inside
Snow looked up and made her plea Huntsman said, ‘Go now! Be free’
He took his knife; he lit a cig
Then cut heart out of a pig
Snow White ran he felt good
She tripped over piece of wo...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 9:49 am
Embers
I want to tell you how incredibly
imaginative, creative, talented
I think you are with your poetry,
writing, music, art...
but I hesitate to expose our
eggshell-covered egos,
fuel rejection,
ignite impostor syndrome...
all live wires
that threaten to electrocute
our fragile muse
into submission
of a numbed,
comfort-zone life.
So, instead of shouting
...Wednesday 5th February 2020 3:15 am
Resistance
And tides are still the same as they were,
fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
telling us why we all need to reach the bottom,
embracing drops of broken brilliance.
Wait until it all comes down,
your whispers rest in front of the broken Avalon,
inside our shell is something we all found,
blue-red pictures reflected by the dawn.
And tides are still the same as they were,
connec...
Tuesday 7th January 2020 10:17 am
The writing process
It's always the same New Year's resolutions for me...to write more often! Happy New Year to all ...
At First
Just a thought
Then some paper
The words
They came later
QWERTY was flirting
But kindly
I declined
It's demand
Held a pen
In my hand
And began
Wednesday 1st January 2020 10:49 pm
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