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Previous skins
Five years ago flew by
Now, already remote
The rolling of the years
They’re already afloat
Your past self
Already a ghost
When you stand still
You begin to grieve your previous skins
Wonder why you had to forget and kill
Old personalities just to multiply new
So, you cling on to specific moments
Promise not to forget, you never will
But it is not uniqu...
Wednesday 4th September 2024 10:51 am
waxing (12/22/2023)
I can feel the moon filling
rising in my chest,
my throat
a grip:
a commanding brand
blinding and hot
pressing down on my chest
while my legs buck
on an operating table somewhere
then sated
by the cooling hiss
of oxygen
(or at least
that's what they told me
it was)
"You're not yourself, Paul"
a much shorter name than mine
and a bone saw plain
some numbing tune by th...
Saturday 23rd December 2023 2:19 pm
Part of us
Something speaks from beyond
Something writhes alive
In each of us
Something pulls and breathes
Beyond our touch
They call it instinct
But it is magically distinct
And can lead, lead, lead
To something in your core
They call it power of the brain
But it’s so much more
It cannot be explained away
It cannot be spoken out of existence
They call it the mi...
Sunday 14th May 2023 11:03 pm
The Whisper In The Attic
"Voices carry here, my boy
They drift from open fields
Can get caught under the eaves
Sometimes, they settle in the attic
In the creaking of the joists
In the rot of old wood
And whisper things…
Things long forgotten-
Things best forgotten!
Don't listen t' them, boy
They ain't for hearin'!
Just let them bleed
Let them seep
Let the grieving
wail...
Saturday 25th June 2022 1:26 pm
A Silhouette In Time (re-post)
( click on the live motion link below to get that lovely crackling fire sound ?)
On cold winter nights like these
When flaming hues of orange and red
flicker and sway upon the walls
of a darkened room
The past can find its way back
Seeping out of cracks, long-since filled
Through floorboards, long-since replaced
Soft and hushed,
ingrained in the periphe...
Saturday 11th December 2021 5:06 pm
Wood
hinges creaky
lock long rusty
paint a-peeling and vaguely musty
swinging days gone
these days shut fast
seems years since I last had a blast
footsteps on stairs,
sapling lingers
turns my knob with leafy fingers
I stay rigid
want her naughty
instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40
sap linament
for ancient joints
soothing salve an oaken so...
Monday 1st November 2021 3:03 pm
The Blanket
I found it in the loft
In a dusty old chest
It whispered, come closer
Come get some rest
I made it to the bedroom
As slumber took my eyes
The blanket in a corner dark
Stifling long lost cries
I heard them in my dreams
A young girl's shallow wailing
I felt his hands around her throat
Under twilight slowly fading
I awoke to it upon my bed
He...
Tuesday 26th October 2021 10:58 pm
Haunted
dreams call on me rarely now
my visitors are mostly regrets
with gifts of grief and remorse
what conscience never forgets
the love I too often spurned
women I so routinely forsook
bad decisions or no decision
benefit from a backward look
yet the past is a willl o' the wisp
easy to install ideal outcomes
where everything's simpler, a
perfect tune hindsight...
Monday 28th December 2020 10:26 am
Mallard Days
a year now since she died
life never been the same
loving eyes that llit my life
till she fell and got lame
her back end had collapsed
lost control of her bladder
lay there still in the garden
never saw anything sadder
vet had to give her the jab
said she'd suffer no pain
ashes rest on my dresser
but I'll not see her again
all I have is her leathe...
Sunday 20th December 2020 10:45 am
A Ghost Of Christmas Past
Granda's slouched
In his fave comfy chair
A Christmas cracker party hat
Hides his four strands of hair
His wife always said:
'Get the buggers cut!'
But he wasn't quite ready
To be a total baldy nut!
He wishes she was here now
Nagging at full pelt:
'If ye eat or drink one more thing,
yer gonna burst your belt!'
And Sophie's eyes sparkle
L...
Friday 11th December 2020 2:22 pm
Ghost Of Eden
Tides surge pristine and blue
Waves topple free of plastic
Fishing nets lack dolphins
Isobars miles from drastic
Global warming a bad dream
The atmosphere crystal clear
Mass extinctions a fairy story
Kids' horizons free from fear
Clear skies without toxins
Greenhouse gas banished
All molecules of fossil fuel
Gone, coal just vanished
Global warming...
Monday 21st September 2020 11:00 am
Ghosting
So do you still remember me across the tumbled years
Far off thoughts from far away places
Memories fading the pictures of our love
Do you ever think of me the way I do you
Of knowing stares and smiles and eyes that glitter
With no need for words as the loving thoughts just flitter
Warmth from head to heart, from heart to soul, into the bone
Do our thoughts bounce and join acr...
Friday 14th June 2019 8:10 pm
Jimmy Is A Ghost
Jimmy Is A Ghost
Jimmy is a ghost
Of the man he used to be
He sits in the rain
Drinking second hand tea
And he hopes that his kids
Will never have to see
His hands outstretched
In an ignored plea
Yeah Jimmy is a ghost
Jimmy is a ghost
Off of Oxford Street
He has nothing left to barter
He has nothing left to eat
Just threadbare dreams
And train...
Friday 26th April 2019 3:26 pm
Aubade
First, it is only that the tree
is more a presence
less a shadow
beyond my window
then other horizons
light their resting clouds
with a subtle pre-dawn glow
that slowly sets the first gold sun glint
on each high branch above
against a new pale blue sky -
will dawn chasten my succubus
end our companioned time?
that half-felt fragile warmth beside me
seems to s...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 9:34 am
Ghost writer
A shadow drawing across my notebook
a guiding hand for my uncertain pen
another mind thinking my thoughts
the ghost writer begins to take over.
Words from a different realm
sentences flowing from beyond
aiding me with my creative void
the ghost writer is taking over.
Holding my unsteady hand
boldly streams of words do flow
happy am I with my expressive frien...
Sunday 17th February 2019 2:14 pm
Ghost
His trace inhabits every fraction of my mind, lingering like a thousand dollar perfume, lurking quietly in the shadow of anticipations.
What would i sing, if he's every song?
What would i speak, if he's my language?
What would i dream, if he's my only imagination?
Now that he ghosts and I am on my knees, I've been counting days in the loudest silence, wishing upon the heavy rain to cl...
Tuesday 24th July 2018 1:06 pm
A Marriage of Ghosts
A Marriage Of Ghosts
Something old; crumbling bones.
Something new; innocent youth.
Something borrowed; parental beliefs.
A bride forever blue.
Flesh bound to ash and bone.
A knot ties the living and dead.
Union of child and corpse, rotting.
Protection from cursed health and poverty.
Escaping abandonment, in a death shed,
destined by ancestral expectati...
Wednesday 11th July 2018 1:46 pm
Haunting Lulaby.
There's a ghost in my room
That sings me to sleep
Whispering in my ear
A sweet symphony
With a simple melody
That has a heart mending remedy
But the words that it sings
I can't remember for the life of me
The voice is familiar
But can't put it to a face
I remember something similar
When my mind was in a better state
All I can hope
Is that it never leaves
Because if it were to d...
Saturday 17th February 2018 1:13 pm
Time and Windows
This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.
Time and Windows
If the past is a tattered old book,
then why am I a ghost
at my mother's window,
so clear I can sense her mystery,
and her brown eyes, so alive?
Look, I can fly to her
through the high windows
of my memory
until I'm so close that she disappears,
and the curtain flutters silently.
A...
Friday 29th December 2017 10:44 am
My Ghostly brother..???
Robert you have
you have so secretly
become the ghostly brother of mine
that i did not know i had.
In the picture i have
that mother gave to me
you lie in the bottom left corner
on a wooden bench
barely being able to consider
that a be lovable soul was once even there
by its faded colors it express
And sometimes when I try to recapture
at least one memory I might have of you,
ther...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:19 am
The Ghost Train
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 7:07 pm
Noticed
Noticed
I lived my life, most often, like a ghost,
ethereal, drifting from room to room,
a chill chasing me from pillar to post.
Rippling across the senses of those whom,
in solitude, sought meaning in their life
before they passed beyond it to the tomb.
I was not noticed by them, or my wife
who gladly let me rest in silent shade
whilst stab...
Sunday 19th May 2013 12:25 pm
I Miss You
Hello there,
Angel from my nightmares.
Devil from my dreams
a grey spirit that weaves
its way through my existence.
What a Dementor does to souls
or a Dalek to a human heart.
Even a superhuman heart
can break.
Just ask Logan,
a force so strong
a returning phoenix
could not reignite remnants.
I miss you.
Whatever yo...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 pm
Ain’t Frit
and now the voices start
those grody sounds that stop your heart
beneath the floor, within the walls
the precedent for dull footfalls
calling to us one by one
with no clear sight of saint or villain
a spectral round of hide and seek
directed by a floorboards creak
each time we search there’s nothing there
but of this guest we’re so aw...
Tuesday 21st August 2012 12:41 am
Ghosts
eidolic dread horses
have scarred your slumber
and even your furniture
has silent, open mouthed, nightmares
over the too soon dead school friends
who never ended their crossings
where there she stoops in shroud
ghastly knelt as in prayer
and you can’t see through the tricks
of light that scream “she is there”
your crumpling chest boiling
as the bones...
Tuesday 21st August 2012 12:24 am
Our Ghost Anthology is at last ready to go
Well, content done, cover done just need to find an English printer who won't mess it up! Note that 'mess' was not my first choice of word. The title is 'Pressed by Unseen Feet' taken from TS Elliot's To Walter de la Mare' . The cover is by York artist Richard Barnes.
We are thinking of Launching it on the August Blue Moon.
Saturday 7th July 2012 8:48 pm
Earth Lament
( A french poem with english translation )
J'irai allonger ma tête dans la cavité de la pierre,
Pour ne plus entendre les lamentations de la Terre.
L'arbre, sur l'horizon, se déracine,
Et laisse son feuillage s'envoler dans les vents.
Les oiseaux ont laissé leur pavillon d'été.
Je mettrai sur mes épaules le manteau de ta prése...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 11:35 am
.BLAKE’S LULLABY
(A work in progress & in constant evolution...)
What would say William Blake if he saw this world post-revolution?
What would he say if he had been witness of the greatest cataclysm of
human heart?
What would he think about universalization when his gaze turned to
New America?
Can its spirit be dumb?
He wrote an answer in the form of a lullaby.
Howev...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 7:37 am
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