Poetry Blogs (ghost)
I can see you at my services sitting there full of false regret
You forced out tears at my ulogy and even took a picture of me home to hang in your room as if you actually cared
If everyone there knew you helped me tie this slipknot to wrap around my throat the entire room would be staring at you rather than my pinewood coffin
But your pretty little face will get away with murder because I ke...
Thursday 13th April 2017 12:46 pm
I am the tears raining down from your eyes
I am the throbbing pain in your chest
I am something that you can’t see
But something that you can feel
I used to be the person of your dreams
Now I’m just a demon of your nightmares
Is this what I have become?
Just a monster hiding under your bed
I’m standing between the beginning and the end
I’m trapped between time ...
Tuesday 29th December 2015 12:11 am
I stop by your house today
And decide to hide under your bed
Keeping quiet and low
So you won’t know that I’m here
I made these visits a routine now
Because I just can’t let you go yet
Despite my best judgement
I can’t stop being in love with you
I can be something special
Something special in your room
Something that you can notice
Something that you ca...
Monday 28th December 2015 6:27 am
Now, I never been the type to like grand gestures
Foolish attempts to grasp your undivided attention
However, I promise you when this is all over
I’ll have your attention for all eternity
I have done a terrible, terrible thing, my love
A thing that will leave you completely breathless
That will leave your heart a tragic mess
But I promise you, this is for the best
Monday 28th December 2015 6:17 am
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,
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:19 am
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 7:07 pm
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
Sunday 19th May 2013 12:25 pm
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
Just ask Logan,
a force so strong
a returning phoenix
could not reignite remnants.
I miss you.
Whatever you ...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 pm
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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
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
SPECTRE Drifting by my window pane, On a cold dark winters eve. No sign or trace, no echo or sound, No path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre, ethereal form, A hazy memory, from life, 'twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it resents, An anger no mortal can perceive or prevent. A pulsating obsession of hate and desire, Feeding the flames and stoking the fire. Trying t...
Friday 3rd August 2012 1:13 am
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
( 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
(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
What would he think about universalization when his gaze turned to
Can its spirit be dumb?
He wrote an answer in the form of a lullaby.
Tuesday 19th June 2012 7:37 am
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