pact
would you
for the love of
me
tie this lace
upon a tree
when the wind
upon it blows
my heart
on yonder river flows
Tuesday 2nd August 2022 9:16 am
restlessness
Is remorse a prison to the soul
the sole utterance of reproach
that if not to myself be True
the possible best in life accrue
What if regret creeps on the morning
a thief stalking the shadow of dawn
a fresh form, bare motive drawing
crystal arteries of a day that is new
or shall we allow the mind meander
let it's "work" find itself crowning
there in its core uncover simplicity
s...
Monday 1st August 2022 3:01 pm
new days seen
a husk, a shell that's fallen off
the back that bore it's long day
a struggle supreme to be released
redeemed from odious yesterdays
i gaze at this in stupefied wonder
and peer into the dusky swirls
of the distant pealing thunder
that offers a promise of new days
Monday 1st August 2022 6:17 am
Life’s a broadway musical
life's a broadway musical
It's hard to hear yourself thinking
when hate on hate is all around
there's a cry for freedom ringing,
its price, to keep another bound
our goals require such liberties
which defy our mental capacities
we hope it's worth all th...
Sunday 31st July 2022 12:32 am
be-lightedly
.
Monday 25th July 2022 2:02 pm
you carry me each day
In a dream of night before me rose
I walked along an endless shore;
moist sand glowed a silvery pink,
danced to lights in the waning sun;
its length moving, curved around
dotted stars in the form of a heart.
I peered ahead and looked behind,
shifted my gaze from side to side;
waiting to catch a glimpse of you
and fall within your gaze as you
engaged my eyes in an embrace,
but only fee...
Wednesday 20th July 2022 4:14 am
The Rhymester
There he goes pacing, this young man,
I see his shadows through the shades;
Drawn to lift them but didn't dare
For then his face he hid and fled
I know my shadow is all he'd see
From behind the blinds that us divide
He reaches out and reaches in
His arms are weak, too frail and thin
He cries out with all his being
Screaming, cursing, with voiceless words;
They fly and hurtl...
Sunday 10th July 2022 2:24 pm
deep sea diving
.
people are our real legacy;
one day sure, entire poems
shall have been forgotten,
while remains a phrase or
a feeling drawn from wells
deeper than memory can
reach, or device can retrieve
much like thread-diving as
we scamper for posts buried
by traffic and flood posters…
follow, subscribe, or friend
buttons can only do so much
so we hang on to what ...
Tuesday 5th July 2022 1:10 pm
that focal moment
.
It may be dark;
but tonight
effervescent lights dance
to a blaring par-tay tune
while in the shadows, we parlay...
reach over me
and flick the switch;
let bokeh find clarity
in our fervent embrace.
.
Sunday 3rd July 2022 12:35 am
to write, once more
Were it not for that temper, no spark
Pardon is not for the weak to bestow;
Pity can't fill the shoes of empathy nor
Should there be found a kernel of truth
Friday 1st July 2022 3:50 am
age appropriate dilemmas
.
In this lifetime of striving
childhood's tentative bumbling,
youth's arrogant impertinence,
middle-aged regimented conceit,
in old age, encrusted intolerance;
when will we likely ever win?
.
Thursday 30th June 2022 2:59 am
desire
.
flame
running faster than
you can flutter a lash
flash
rushing swifter than
we can sniff a flower
fresh
rippling quieter than
they can queue on Black
Friday
.
Monday 27th June 2022 5:20 pm
twilight promise
.
a husk, a shell that's fallen off
the back that bore its longest day
to struggle for release supreme
from odious yesterday redeemed
i gaze in stupefied wonder
and peer into the dusky swirls
of the distant pealing thunder
that offers me a new day's thrill
.
Sunday 26th June 2022 2:10 pm
harvest
.
over many moons and calendars
over many many miles of verse
both in sharing and receiving, lines
feeding an ever emptying purse
may these blossoms fruit among their vines
.
Saturday 25th June 2022 10:45 am
reminder
.
filled with melancholy
mood lit by lampshade
names and faces dissipate
weathered post it sticks
if only the memory did
.
Friday 24th June 2022 1:02 pm
Are you my butterfly?
`
My butterfly is no longer mine,
I wonder if she ever really was;
When she alights on my shoulder
I know she wants me to hold her -
Flies off and she's mine no longer.
My butterfly so frail and fine,
I wonder if I was ever hers;
When she returns to kiss me again
I know she's more than just a friend -
Flies off and gone forever more.
`
Thursday 23rd June 2022 9:22 am
a whiff off camphor
none of these life choices
are mine
though they are yours to enjoy
without so much as a batted lash
none of these improvisations
are theirs
though we live barely existing
with not much more than breath
no choice could be given
no chance to chance upon
living and loving out of bounds
perimeter embankment of
social media static hairs
we aren't what we seem
should gladnes...
Wednesday 22nd June 2022 8:28 am
Cinderella dreaming
.
The birthing of articulated expression
will always find its means of entering
into the world outside and beyond
the inner recesses of our awareness.
I love the wee and trippy hours of the
after midnight when the glass slipper
lay glimmering aloof in the moonlight
and the weary dreamer sets some
ink of thoughts onto the parchment
of a woozy head - too early in the day
to ...
Tuesday 21st June 2022 2:13 pm
wash
.
Spun out of control.
Bobbing then pommeled, squashed then bloated.
A lone occupant within the confines of a tumble dryer
at full spin....
An impatient hand lifts the lid off
with deft, well practised fingers
hopeful that in so doing would speed up the process.
The spinning abruptly stops
resuming only when the lid is firmly shut
securely in place.
With a banging and...
Monday 20th June 2022 7:57 am
simply, hope
Sunday 19th June 2022 1:56 pm
set this captive free
.
there need not be iron bars
to keep a heart imprisoned
there is no white flag of surrender
nor o-d, nor cutting would resolve
nor does the coming-off of chains make one trully free
the stench of blood curdled cold
staining my cheek with ferrous-ity
on that flee bitten bunk each unforgiving night
a plaintive prayer wafts in upward draft
to rejoin the fraying bonds of you...
Friday 17th June 2022 1:35 am
the pocket knife
Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne?
Is it not an enemy's tirades—
from them one could hide?
Instead, an arrogant intimacy—
life's equal, companion & friend.
What close companionship
now scattered in the chill
of uncaring autumn winds;
from familiar paths once
walked together in gardens
of fond affection and glee.
Wednesday 15th June 2022 1:25 pm
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