Poetry Blogs (house)
We love to have a tidy house
But we really don't like to clean it
If only someone would tidy up
I would have some place to sit
Days pass and nothing changes
Till you feel that nauseous pit
Then you realise the rooms a mess
And it makes you want to quit
As you start to clear up all of it
You think to yourself, "oh shit,"
"How did I ever live like this?"
It's really quite a tip
Tuesday 24th July 2018 4:08 pm
Home is where the heart is
but where is the heart
It lies in wonder and glory
Or is it in the fame of society
I can't seem to find home
Is it in the light rays of hope
or in shallow waters of pain
A house never feels like home
or is it just the lonely heart speaking
I can't seem to find heart
for since the beginning
into two part
So maybe i'll keep looking
Monday 2nd July 2018 1:57 pm
When I have gone
what waits this room
with its vacuum
where I sat?
my chair sits sightless
musing at my absence
midst space bereft
my music play on?
After I have left
ask my empty bed
all sheeted void
about my dreams
my mattress dent
minding my long night wraiths
maintain my ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 4:39 pm
I caught you peeking through the window,
Of this old abandoned house,
Finely crafted from the dreams I left behind.
I stopped you dead in your tracks,
The tracks I once wandered when I discovered this realm.
How did you find me through this smoke?
It was much to blinding for me.
You took my hand and walked away,
Only pulling half of me with you.
If just for a moment...
Friday 14th October 2016 6:00 am
You build your home in a dangerous place: don’t you think you’re at risk against nature’s might? A danger of landslides and bush fires all waiting to happen to you and your little home. You say the view is great and there’s so much land.
Just stop and think, remember back to last year and the tragedy when ten died fighting to save what was theirs and failed.
Sunday 21st July 2013 3:18 pm
this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freight
Saturday 18th May 2013 3:18 pm
Old factory was due to be knocked down and turned into rubble, recycle the materials and use the land again. A new start? Yet this building is structurally fine, a few broken windows and missing tiles, the idea of demolition is okay but you lose the heritage and a piece of history. Is that a good thing? How about doing it up and converting it to flats?
Keeping the building...
Friday 2nd March 2012 11:58 pm
ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE
Time stands still in a front room in early ’95.
The telly is on but the sound is off,
All About Eve plays on the stereo,
soft vocal tones and powerful guitar.
The clock says a time but that doesn’t matter
as here it is timeless.
Bev drinks a glass of wine
while I have the rest of the bottle
and a full bottle of Thunderbirds....
Tuesday 28th February 2012 5:11 pm
so much time
spent in boxes
so many boxes
to spend time in
boxes to play
or earn a living
sky-high mine deep
beach view asleep
boxed we’re born
bush delivery or
that drive insane
chasing a dream
boxing all pleasure
Tuesday 5th January 2010 2:09 am