Poetry Blogs (destruction)
Hugh on David Clark ,while walking his dog was tragically killed by a herd of cows (23 minutes ago)
The Turning Of The Tide
Walking along the beach at sunset
A romantic moment at holiday’s end
The sand and condoms slip between our toes
The dying red rays reflecting in rock pools of piss
And glinting off discarded coco-cola bottles
Children collecting the shell-like husks of food cartons
And skimming smooth flat plastic plates into the sea
Surf lapping gently against ...
Tuesday 21st July 2020 11:41 am
House of Giants
Through houses of Giants,
we crawl on our knees.
We slave for our feed,
and all of our need.
They have framed our life,
till the day we die
Through their house, we fly,
work, and drive.
Their bones corrupt us,
surround us, and stink.
Every word is no.
Every sign is stop.
Everything is wait.
I’m gonna escape.
I will find a way.
I will be free.
Wednesday 8th April 2020 4:34 pm
You see the USA and UK
Having pride for our race
When really, we are a disgrace
But the truth always is the hardest thing to face
We hurt the world that gave us life
Proving our greed has no price
We are a plague upon the earth
Taking it for all that it is worth
Money comes before conservation
Because nothing is worth it, without gaining a sum
Disguising our greed as caring for what's ...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 1:36 pm
Every moment to fear,
Forever holding back internal tears.
Life- so complicated,
The world too big, too scary,
my mind so full of queries.
Never certain, never happy,
each decision could be deadly.
An escapes impossible,
every outcomes implausible.
Sinking under water,
Always being taken for a martyr.
The pain runs so deep,
Barely able to ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 11:34 pm
Her hair covered
Her head down
A baby in the push chair
Not one familiar place around.
The shop girl served her,
Speaking loud and slow
The lady understood
What their was to know.
I sensed a patronising tone,
As the shop girl spoke
The lady didn’t realise
The condensation invoked.
The man with the tattoos
Stared and screwed up his face...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 10:49 pm
I want a better life for my precious little boy
I want him to have a life that he can actually enjoy
In a town like this with limited prospects
The best that you can hope for is that life doesn't get to complex
And that you don't have to escape with
self destructionalised vibes
And that you can appreciate the beauty
in the ever changing tides
Life's not about finding ...
Tuesday 15th May 2018 11:38 am
A quiet boy -
he painted rainbows,
got lost in the words
of ancient poets,
spoke with respect,
offered up his seat
and his place in the world
to the unfortunates.
he spoke in words
of love and peace
when the world was cruel,
Tuesday 1st May 2018 12:25 pm
Bullets go through his head
As he falls through the bloody sand
Bombs drop on peaceful homes
While little children play their games
Animals rip each other apart
To quell the bloodthirst of men
Women are beaten black and blue
Until their self-importance is no more
Teenagers play dodgeball with guns
Using their classmates as targets
Little girls disappear with...
Tuesday 9th August 2016 5:49 am
Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.
Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
Monday 25th April 2016 5:27 am
Into the Wilderness
Into the wilderness we went. Edhweirft and Hwyrflung swirled above us, blowing and bustling through the treetops. Watching. Threatening. But maintaining a safe distance as the trees protected us
... we went, as the gloam drew in. Druuuuuin!! Closer. Druuuuuuuuiiiiinnnn!!!!! Closer. It hugs, this gloa...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:25 pm
I try not to question my humanity
and let me be damned,
but I’m not the killing type.
I want to put out someone’s eyes
press them in or pluck them out
like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.
Like a force majeure,
rip the bricks from walls
watching architecture crumble and tumble
the relics of a past age fall,
flutter like shredded b...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am
I’m gonna be so pretty for you,
As one layer falls off and tumbles to the ground -
Hugging your feet
Like a lash of waves.
I’m gonna be so pretty for you,
Let me be pretty for you,
I will be the prettiest I’ve ever been,
As one layer of flesh peels off, along with her clothes.
One layer of soft lips melts from her features -
Layers and layers till...
Sunday 14th February 2016 11:56 am
(If Mother Earth could speak...)
I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies,
the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh.
I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees,
branches of life filled with wonders to be.
I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze
blowing soft, whispered tunes over ever-changing dunes.
I am stars in the heavens sailing high overhe...
Monday 20th July 2015 3:58 pm
As the sun peeps out
over misty morning hills
and the dawn chorus calls
with its piercing shrill,
the demons of the night
skulk slowly away,
a sidelong glance
at the few who got away.
He rises and stretches
and with sleepy eyes,
breathes a sigh of relief
and a laughing surprise.
The nightmare lingers
in his foggy mind
until a final shiver
Wednesday 15th July 2015 4:07 pm
Inspired by Nirvana's song 'heart-shaped box'. The line "I want to eat your cancer" was so strong and powerful, really got me thinking
I want to eat your cancer,
Sip your darkness, your evils,
Drink from your chalice of disease,
Soak up your pain, bathe in it, wash in it...
So that you are dry.
And when you are too dry;
Powdery, breaking, crumbling,
Ill offer you a dri...
Saturday 13th December 2014 5:15 pm
TIMES BROKEN ARROW
And the world keeps rocking to the sound of the void
Spinning through time, a pirouette we can't avoid
And what have you done today
Did the fool on his errand slip by
Did you have much to say
As his time in your life seemed to fly
And the world keeps spinning into uncertain futures
The wounds in it's crust needing serious sutures
And what have you done today
Wednesday 12th March 2014 2:18 am
of sobbing children
for every bullet
the roll of pressure
heal to toe
flies swarming on open wounds
picking at the scabs
of wounded families
the searing pain
of widows and orphans
hurt is local currency
guns from foreign currency
Friday 19th April 2013 1:05 pm