Poetry Blogs (gender)
Tell your best mate that you love him
and tell him that you miss him
embrace him warmly when you meet
and if you have to
this does not mean you want to fuck him!
Just let him know you value him
that you're glad he's in your life
confess you have no interest
in making him your wife
ask him how he's doing
and be prepared to listen
provide encouragement to share
it could be...
Friday 26th January 2018 12:23 pm
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
In giving credence
is there not
a little surrender?
on the door
is a gender
in the temple
and the pathway
of a life
Wednesday 18th May 2016 3:53 pm
A Pointy Reckoning
She had blonde hair
and beautiful, blue, eyes
and these were far more
before we left
I was seventeen
and made to look fifty,
she was a year younger
and made to look black.
In a school
in West Yorkshire
we had no black girls
in the sixth form
and the only w...
Monday 9th May 2016 11:54 pm
Pretender in my birth-suit;
living and yet not quite alive.
Every other guy
can thrive just fine.
What they are
is obvious to the eye.
flowing with the tide.
Body and stature
matches soul and mind.
Jaded and green-eyed,
wishing it were mine.
Every moment ensnared
within the wrong design.
The pretending must end;
I’ve served my time....
Monday 9th May 2016 4:50 pm
I think I’m addicted to acting the way,
Behaving the way,
No, I never meant to-
No, I never intended to-
didn’t set out to break your heart
I think that it came naturally to me...
Snapping those heart strings it’s what
It’s what I’ve always done best.
Affection is a weapon they say,
Charm is a murderer they say,
The blood you lose...
Wednesday 9th March 2016 7:54 pm
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
In cars, I'm him.
I make the shapes he makes –
one-handing the steering wheel
as if grasping some mane,
I cup the gear stick bulb
like it's a brandy bowl
and coast to junctions
scared as sharks to stop,
though on open road
I’ll box in better cars than mine,
a sudden stickler for the limit
I slap down and squeeze your knee
celebrating damming flow,
Saturday 9th February 2013 9:39 am
Surprised how slim you looked, how young,
red cotton briefs that made you look like Sybil Starr,
my room the way it was, the bed half-broken.
I lay, my body rhymed, at last, with yours,
though clothed: the same smooth legs,
same swelling breasts, the same receiving void
between the legs, the origin of worlds,
here, at the end, yours given, mine achieved.
Monday 10th January 2011 9:52 pm
I may be a mister,
But sisters don’t get pissed yeah when I say in fact - I, am a feminist.
There seems to me to be a need for us to celebrate and debate the culture of nurture over greed,
Which appears an instinctively natural part of so many a female’s nature.
Maybe its origins historically are biological,
Isn’t it simple, obvious and logical,
That of the human races pair of parental par...
Monday 3rd January 2011 4:31 pm
A poem I did for the first time at Jibba Jabba in Newcastle yesterday night. I was a little nervous of doing it given the subject matter, but it seemed to go down quite well.
She’s that girl in every film you’ve seen,
hair tied up and eyes cast down,
books held to her chest, looking geeky-serene,
the skin above her glasses wrinkling into a frown
as she sucks nothing but her...
Sunday 15th August 2010 9:20 pm