Poetry Blogs (fantasy)
This poem was painstakingly transcribed by 23 unpaid
interns labouring under my cool, indifferent 'tutelage'
(and who, after each day's work is finished, in bars and cafés
across the city will pretend to their friends how valued
they're made to feel as students and protegés of mine.)
Sunday 2nd June 2019 6:45 am
Quiet she was from the bottom of her heart,
I never knew what she hid inside…
I made a fool of self on my part,
Just being a manager and may be a guide,
She was the girl who I took a girl always…
Not knowing there was a woman in her.
All the years I knew her she had her own ways,
And on her own benchmarks she did deliver….
I dared not to touch upon her ever nor even ask,...
Friday 22nd March 2019 4:28 pm
If you become
what you think about
most of the time...
I am becoming
poetry, a lyrical
I am becoming
love and light,
Doing my best
to do what's right.
I am becoming
I am becoming
who God intended
me to be.
Leaving a loving
I am becoming
Saturday 16th February 2019 1:56 am
This bed it is a bridge
Of what is real and fantasy
I despise reality
I'd rather keep dreaming
Where I am free
To be alive
Where I will thrive
And my heart can be
Free from knives
I will not cry
I can not feel
I stay in bed to escape what is real
Monday 1st October 2018 1:58 pm
everyone be hearing us.
What an exciting life you lead,
cosmic superhuman centipede.
I’m Centric G pause for the D:
ejaculating antiquating - even thoughts dilapidated.
You should go through twice
extinguish anguish from your life
cosmic zombie souls are sliced.
rubbing Atlas, struggled rolling
Monday 6th August 2018 9:31 pm
Trips into Town.
It’s a game I play on my way to work wearing my HBF uniform. Another day of routine smiles and customer queries beckons. When the monotony gets too much, I wear the seahorse broach my son gave me for my birthday.
With the announcement “Next station Perth!” I focus my energies. As we squeal into the Leederville Tunnel, the ligh...
Friday 25th May 2018 4:29 am
The Beast Beneath The Beck
The beck at Westgate End is full of weeds,
its water is a muddy shade of brown,
confused ducks die within anaemic weeds
as sunken shopping trolleys pull them down.
Sometimes you hear a cold slithering splash,
as though some ancient creature has slid in
to feast upon the centuries of trash.
Who knows what evils are contained within?
Sunday 20th May 2018 12:49 pm
“ …. every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness” (Beckett)
Be born, live, cry, die; always cry.
I am not on Earth
to fail to exist,
or any other madman's fantasy.
Sammy found something
Eat, move, create, decay;
earthen in earth
for the Archaeologis...
Thursday 21st December 2017 12:29 am
I had that dream again...
You and me dancing on some random beach.
I felt your hands on my thighs,
moving me gently with your warm eyes.
You were looking at me like if it was the first time,
the first time of holding me with your warm hands.
I remember it clearly now.
My head was resting on your chest,
I know you were smelling my hair and
playing with it just like y...
Thursday 24th August 2017 3:31 am
It unites us.
to have choices.
Whether to work or laze.
Decide our futures
instead of waiting for opportunity.
The universal language of neednot greed.
We’ve lost control.
Caught up in the flow
of magazine lifestyle.
The one we desire and reality.
To walk through town
not asking the price.
Carrying the l...
Monday 24th July 2017 2:34 am
Love brightens even more with the trees
My inner thoughts of you are translucent on my body
Every second with you feels like infinity
Infinite scares that you leave
Anything is possible with you
When I get lost
Your there to show me the way
I hope this explains how much I love you
Sometimes your love puts me in a trance
Words are difficult
Monday 1st August 2016 8:17 am
Bram Stoker's ghost is queueing
at the turnstile of the National Trust.
He's hoping for a viewing
of the abbey ruins at Whitby
the church and the plunging steps
where Lucy Westenra descended
entranced, danced to Dracula's tune
"Was Dracula real" he asks himself
as he looks far out to sea,
"or another facet, a commercial asset
of tragic history."
Sunday 24th July 2016 8:52 pm
When i'm done with being young
i'm gonna be the next king.
That's the way it's gonna be
are you with me?
I'll be famous obviously
and appreciate society and everything.
I wouldn't let the country down to be honest,
or let people rub me up the wrong way,
i'd make sure my family
would have somewhere to stay.
All my mates would be doing well
'cause they nev...
Tuesday 7th June 2016 10:36 pm
I don't know what to say other than ......
I could hold you tight
And that you'd hold me
In a cocoon of togetherness, spun of the strongest thread
Only to break as beauty forces itself out into the world
It's metamorphosis delicate, fragile
Exquisite in its simplicity
I could kiss you .......
Sunday 8th May 2016 11:04 am
In a town called Tumbleweed
sound is deadened
so that every conversation
crawls like a gentle breeze
through cotton wool.
Beggars are kings,
Suzie is a victim.
The streets of Tumbleweed
host sinners, saints and surrogates
sneering into bibles
left to them
by agnostic pa...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 12:00 am
from mountain rain
it starts ......
a quiver of droplets
coursing through my body
consuming my thoughts
babbling down my contours
into my valleys
soaking my senses
growing in need
shuddering across rocks
rapidly gaining in momentum
in a frenzy of whitewater
reaching the drop
Tuesday 15th March 2016 5:40 pm
I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I s...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:43 pm
The ghost that flitters through your sleepless night
may be fully alive in another’s daytime sight,
for the dimensions where they appear as a wisp
may not be the same as that where they’re kissed…
Imagine if your mind is ready for this notion just yet
that the ghosts which you see are not dead for I bet,
what you see is merely a slim projection coming from
Saturday 3rd October 2015 11:44 am
In the fustian gloom of the tower
something moves to give room to spiders.
the lips of hell part with a smile
pleased with its progeny and its guile
and the sun slinks away
from its slit in the wall
where archers of old
felled the pressing horde.
Nothing has ever left these chambers
and fear congeals with rotting straw
Friday 21st August 2015 4:27 pm
Into the vortex of timeless end
Where no other creature has yet begun
Turning from a rhythmic flute
The rabbit jumps into chutes
Darkness appears from the back of earth
No light shines longer yonder the pearl
Smoke derives from umbilical butterfly
Trapped beneath the Cheshire cat sign
Gulping milk to fasten bloom
Cookie crumbs, sugar rush delusion
To enter, only inception of living
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:39 pm
~~Orphan phantom all alone
Within reach from dusk till dawn
Scuttling limbs of Arthropods
Play the harmonious earthly cords
Bitter velvet in water’s core
Chanting monks, four by four
Angelic screams jogs the storm
As hounding harps rabbits their form
Burning icebergs cremating ghoul
Ecstatic mermaids make love to fools
Travellers boat, companion Charon
Spring has lost to Persophone
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:29 pm
How do you dump one who's never been yours,
who barely cares you exist,
someone whose body you never have held,
whose mouth you never have kissed?
Though there's nothing to dump, dump you I must,
Dump you right out of my head
where images of you haunt and tease,
caused (to be fair!) by nothing you've done or said.
Tomorrow I get my life back I hope
after a fantasy-nightm...
Saturday 29th November 2014 4:06 pm
Frozen sighs shadow thick,
Fire heaving through the giants teeth,
Her silk dress gliding gently, serene,
Eyes beating like drums on Winter Eve.
He quells her silent tears,
Caressing her sea of particles,
Eliminating the smudges wept across her jaw,
For her eyes spilled a thousand written articles.
"Beauty, beauty is within and without,"
He articulates, palm leveling her ...
Sunday 5th October 2014 1:26 am
The sinful taste of poisoned lips
I'm drunk on him, immerse me
Deserving of his fingertips
Explore me, show no mercy.
Lustful urges, all consuming
In blackness, I await him
The need is overpowering
Will I sink or will I swim?
In midnight light, he comes to me
With wanton hands he captures
Undresses me with savage glee
Each touch he breaks and frac...
Friday 1st August 2014 2:21 pm
She was out of the window
She was up on the roof
She was sitting on pylons
She was somewhat aloof.
She was on wings of airplanes
She was flying with kites
She was in a balloon race
She was weathering heights.
Sunday 20th July 2014 12:18 pm
Pickles and Porkpie
Relished a picnic
Under a sunken tree.
They happily hobnobbed
With Chutney and Cheddar
And gossiped with gallons
Of tea! :)
Saturday 19th July 2014 2:40 am
Dew soaked blades
To the morning rain
To reveal our bodies
A simmering cocktail
Of raindrops and sweat
Bathing in the petrichor
We reached the summit
Closing my eyes in glory
Bottling the scent deep within
Opening them to find you
Thursday 17th July 2014 11:55 am
Bang my limbs on tight taut moons
Bleed my drips of sunshine seas
Dot to dot my stars to spoons
Fire my spinning moon to beams
Sunday 13th July 2014 8:04 pm
And I will say - now I am become fire.
The liar, the thief, stirred underneath
In golden chasms burst forth
Unto wrought iron skies
Shedding white scales
Upon the veils of the red.
And I will say - now I am become faith.
The wraith deity, gravity defiler
Tied to the fate, the hate
Of beaten idols
Lying in scattered pieces
Upon barren soils.
And I will say - now I am becom...
Monday 28th April 2014 3:22 pm
The rushing student in rabbit hat just makes the train,
the door squeezes shut and we’re off!
Hissing past winter’s flooded farms;
though We glisten like jungle leaves in a hot house –
And the smell of packed animals – Oh, the smell!
Opposite a manager taps his keyboard in novelty tiger gloves
and, stroking his whiskers, looks up and
tenses; with fixed cat stare –
Monday 10th February 2014 11:00 am
I mouthed beer breathed approbation
at the invited wonder of your sister's sweatered breasts
the tableau set
for such delicious beginnings and shaky revisions,
once I left the "look but do not touch" misgivings
amongst the litter of a thousand such instructions
I borrowed that hazel eyed angel for a night
rescued from drowning in a clear bottled...
Friday 17th January 2014 7:48 am
I’d like to be a cannonball:
Smash through things and knock down walls
I’d leave a trail of destruction in my wake
Before it’s even time to take a tea break.
I’d like to drink fifteen pints of lager
And ride through the shopping centre like a knight on a charger
Smashing things merrily as I go
Making a mess with a creamy gateaux
I’d like to swear loudly in a quiet...
Thursday 2nd January 2014 9:34 pm
They are coming with the needle They think they are being kind Sending me back to The jungles of my mind. There are creatures in the forest, I can feel them closing in Screaming in my mind In a brain jarring din. The fire is burning well Sending out heat and light Keeping at bay Those creatures of th...
Friday 11th October 2013 5:09 pm
And pluck at scarlet fruits behind my eyes;
They pirouette in seven’s, eight’s and nine’s
Then drown in reddened lakes in twenty-four’s.
Their sodden tutu’s, drink them up through straws
And on their bloated bodies, here, do dine -
They make the most delicious cherry wine
So do not think their death was without cause!
Then from their shelled remains,...
Tuesday 24th September 2013 11:35 am
Sunday 9th June 2013 9:00 pm
Another busy day, another busy week
There must be more to life than working week to week.
I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain
Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain
Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak
And they’ll be days when I’m going far too f...
Sunday 11th November 2012 10:43 am
Oh, mighty planet of fire and of ice,
you are the bounty of life
and of all things ever made.
You belong in all worlds especially ours
where the frozen water at your poles
and the fire at your middle heart
make all life yours to control.
Creatures of fire swim in
seas of molten lava
while beings of ice glide
over infinite frozen ...
Thursday 26th January 2012 2:48 pm
Well as usuall I have been empowered by a computer game which is influencing my day to day life in ways that only a stupidly in depth game like Skyrim can do.
So with this fresh inspiration I have penned a little something about my other life in the digital realm.
An Ode To Skyrim
Frozen wastes on hallowed ground
Captured and in shackles bound
Thursday 15th December 2011 6:49 pm
Wednesday 14th September 2011 12:24 am
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 ea...
Monday 4th April 2011 3:05 pm
When I found the time to be
I found that time had passed me by
When my dreams had set me free
Life set its bounds upon the sky
Should my spirit soar above,
My wings the blazing sun would pluck
Should my soul find love
You'd find my cards had no such luck
And though we know the end,
we jump into the cloudy veil;
we quest for dreams, though bound;
the seekers' hearts will thus preva...
Monday 28th March 2011 7:27 am
Wednesday 19th January 2011 4:22 am
Isle de Menture
On that hidden island where we long to be,
nestled as it is in a pure warm azure sea,
where there are no sharks to flee away from,
just young dolphins leaping out for our fun,
afore blowing bubble rings to toss around
underneath the waves that bring that pleasing sound.
The moon is never hidden on the nights it comes to shine
and rainfall will only glisten if yo...
Monday 9th August 2010 5:19 am
Doctor Who Could Save Us
Foraging through the future,
burrowing amongst the past,
the good Doctor travels oh so far,
but still cannot say how fast.
Companions he has often had,
but none can stay for ever,
as his life will be so very long,
so they could not stay together.
But fascination can be had
for each t...
Monday 5th July 2010 11:40 am
hungry for his next audit
nostils flare to savour the scent of insomnia
As he approaches, the silence is startled
the house groans, the plumbing gets nervous,
a panicked bird call fades away
he slides between a gap in the curtains, around a slightly open door.
I feel his touch creeping on my mind
a pin legged centipede tatooing my memories
Wednesday 2nd June 2010 4:41 pm
Hippocampus and Friend
Side saddled on the flame horned sea horse
Fingering those delicate antlers as with remorse
A fairy mermaid lingered most lovingly
Thinking she should never leave him lonely
Hippocampus coronatus we know him by
A name so regal that we may wonder why
His status is not celebrated so much more
From Japanese coasts to every Pacific shore
Yellow and brown he ...
Sunday 30th May 2010 11:52 pm
It was a picturesque scene,
An army of tree's, stood to attention.
Hands holding, we marched,
My feet crunched leaves,
Rotten wood, sticks, anything that happened to be in my way.
She was more delicate, careful not to disturb,
The inhabitants of this habitat, Bless her.
This utopic place I found, impressed her
I honestly wish this story ...
Saturday 1st May 2010 8:57 pm