Poetry Blogs (car)
These days the calendar is my nemesis, I'm
At the age where you tend to look back
Bad moves clog the rear-view mirror
Where I might have tried a different tack
Of late I'm in a mood for contrition but
Repentance though keen won't amend
The hurts and sorrows I've inflicted for
The stern hand of Time cannot bend
Its my turn to feel the lash of regrets
I feel like...
Friday 14th August 2020 11:08 am
You can say that I'm a little out of touch
I fell down but I can't climb back up
None of my friends give a fuck
I guess I'm shit out of luck.
If I'm not feeling blue I dont feel much
I know they'll tell me to suck it up
Moving on is just hard as fuck
I'm tired of being down on my luck.
Its like holding in the clutch
I press the gas but just rev up
Going nowhere fast my motor is fucked
Wednesday 8th August 2018 1:24 pm
My frustration never ends
It butts in like a question
And Tuesdays are so blind
To my hopeless, heedless mind
I want to fall
Into your endless, open
Wall of discomfort
Front seat never looked inviting
But I enjoyed the thought
Of sitting there anyway
I don't want to stand in front
I wanna catch it on fire
There's no show I want to see
Or be I j...
Thursday 5th July 2018 12:38 am
Veering through Northern valleys
Nocturnal nomad chasing lights
Squinting through misty glass at
Hills rising raucously
Perfidious silhouettes whispering
GPS. Reroute. M1.
Settings were fucked - avoid motorways?
Back to the linear path
Diving towards the sprawling metropolis
Hours to go.
Adjusting frequencies -
The Wind Cries Mary.
Friday 29th September 2017 7:42 pm
Who's driving this car!
Going down the emotional road
no one at the wheel
Not a good deal
Looking back and wishing I could
Take us where we want to go
Instead two children
fighting in the back seat
When will we get there!
No grown up around
Going too fas...
Friday 23rd December 2016 2:18 am
"You'll be safe, I promise", reassured his mum.
“But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!”
A conversation they’d had most every week
but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak.
“Now come along, Harry, stop messing about,
go finish your homework whilst I clean up this house.
The show doesn’t start till the end of the week
and all this chatter is making me Squeak...
Tuesday 19th May 2015 10:56 pm
dancing and in hand
with dirty water
ripple down the street
a screeching tire
splashing and skids
on the empty, black road
the engine pumped faster, the gray sky smiled in turn
the tire hopped a curb, then flew from the ground
the tire clashed with the earth
mud splattered the clean paint
the car rushes to gain an in...
Monday 4th May 2015 7:37 am
This traveler was out of luck
The other car oh it was struck
She said it was my fault
Her I wanted to assault
But my thought YOU YOURSELF CAN GO FU**
Friday 8th August 2014 10:07 pm
John was killed on the motorway today
His wife was taking the kids to school
She had waved him goodbye that morning
Death came later, without any warning
They had a tentative arrangement for lunch
So they’d left their options open
And later, so the reporter said on the evening news
No other words were spoken
A boy racer cut him up so they foolishly de...
Monday 17th December 2012 11:53 am
My old Escort is a wreck on wheels,
there’s more rust than paint, the tyres are bald
and the door lock’s knackered
but I have so much pride in my ancient car.
It came into being in 1984, at the height of the 80s
when XR3’s were king and Ford ruled the road.
Every morning it starts at first turn of the key
in a cloud of blue smoke fro...
Friday 13th April 2012 4:21 pm
Tiger! Tiger! Taking flight
In the woods at dead of night,
With Elin's fearsome hand and eye
Fixed on your rear end rushing by?
In what distant barmaid thighs
Burnt the fire of your eyes?
On what bed did you perspire?
What the kiss did light your fire?
And what temptress, & what tart.
Did twist the sinews of your heart?
And when your heart began to beat,
What transgression? what rude treat?
Tuesday 8th December 2009 4:07 pm