The boys in the street mend their cars.
A miniature garage, it seems.
I feel like crying, I feel so alone,
No-one to mourn me when I am gone.
No-one to miss me, no-one to care.
I pound at the walls, but no-one is there.
And if they are there, then no-one hears.
And if they hear, then no-one cares.
No-one to care, no-one to cry,
If I live, If I die.
The boys in the street are at it agai...
Saturday 27th March 2021 10:11 am
Quick scribble. I just want to be the squirrel in the tree outside my window today. I've had enough.
Up and down the Ash trees,
Round and round they go,
Of these troubles that we know,
No Coronavirus seeping,
Through their very roots,
Dampening their daily walks,
Or tarnishing their fruits,
Searing, hurting longi...
Monday 1st March 2021 4:05 pm
The word into the world
their ways of being change
sometimes they are silent
sometimes they scream
inside there is a deafness
a space, that can make people listen
I'm just not sure how to make them hear me...
Wednesday 23rd December 2020 1:37 am
I heard a baby cry today
while I was walking through the park.
The cry was not to get her way
It was strong, insistent, and dark
Was she too hot from the sun’s bright ray?
Was she afraid of the dog’s bark?
Was she demanding she be allowed to play
in the song of the Meadowlark?
This baby cried not for want
This baby cried to warn
And I became the confidant
Of this child wh...
Thursday 13th August 2020 4:38 am
Harry Harlow was a trail-blazer in 1930 he began
Research on rhesus monkeys,
Baby monkeys, he'd take them from their
Mothers and put them in
Isolation chambers for maybe two years to
Learn about dependency needs and
Maternal separation they
Emerged intensely disturbed which
Was too bad after reading about it
I'd feel sorry for the monkeys and the
Chimps that were inje...
Monday 8th June 2020 11:00 am
A writer yearns to tell their story, any story
that will stand the test of time
full of hardships conquered
and inspires generations with hope.
The story shall feel whimsical,
not so much with fairies dancing
but that there is a happy ending.
The story shall have brevity,
not so much as a long weathered tale
but one that details just enough.
The story shall...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 12:28 am
We drank to remember
We drank to forget
But most of all
We drank to feel alive
It was not at all a time
For lively celebration
But one for contemplation
Grinding out the days
To live through this occasion
Hiding behind our curtains
A peak at the world outside
Frightened and lonely
Wedded to the bride Isolation.
Friday 8th May 2020 10:15 am
settle back down into your cave
settle back down into that space you crave
no more reaching out for company along the shore
no more reaching out for what’s beyond the door
the ghost killer haunts each of us
stay inside we must
Sunday 3rd May 2020 3:28 am
I start the day with little to no inspiration
Much like everyone else in the world
I also start this poem
With the repetitive voice of exasperation
The sirens are blazing late tonight
As souls are being set on fire
But because of some peoples' perseverence
Loved ones' bodies are also being set alight
Recreational parks are not essential
Travelling out of the wa...
Monday 6th April 2020 10:30 pm
I accept that they may feel lonely
The constant reminder from the media that they are isolated
Alone in their puddle of thoughts
Suddenly drowning in their echoes of silence
Against all odds I am managing just fine
A stream of thoughts flowing all day
Nothing to block my mind from floating away
Not today, anyway
My thoughts are not all positive
I am unbalanced ...
Sunday 5th April 2020 7:52 pm
Self control, the rage inside
To feed the fallen
we shall over come
Thursday 2nd April 2020 12:22 am
All We Left Were Birds
I heard the birdsong through the air
From far away and long ago
The sound of sparrow and of crow
And knew no human travelled there
They sat aloft without a care
No threat from humans down below
I heard the birdsong through the air
From far away and long ago
As time flew I became aware
Of how the seasons ebb and flow
When there ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 12:49 am
I saw Mrs CV yesterday in the supermarket
she wasn’t at all what I thought she would be
middle-aged with a smiley, rounded face
nothing evil about her at all
There were too many people
at the check-outs
I ran out of there for safety reasons
passing her frolicking kids
on the newspaper stand
‘Hey!’ shouted Mr CV
loitering on one of the doors
‘come and pick...
Sunday 22nd March 2020 2:10 pm
The sun sighted as a Galilean dream
As vision faded from the grasp of Winter
A kid leaned out of the window
Whispering out what he needed to say
But in needing to blurt it out
His mind submerged in uncertainty
Choked between a tearless cry
And a cheerless laugh
As with notated thoughts all about
His room was littered
And the sidelined life he adopted
Was cast to t...
Monday 11th November 2019 12:16 pm
When the crushing dark ice was enclosing
And the horizon a terrible sight.
Who spoke the warm words, to comfort me at night?
When isolation became overwhelming
And there was nowhere left to hide.
How silent were the voices, that could have asked me inside?
When so desperate was desperation
And faith withering dry on the vine.
How closed were the arms, that could ...
Saturday 22nd June 2019 5:56 pm
My heart aches, and clouds hold fast my mind
Thought still I hear
The silence of the waves
The silence of their Siren pull
wash like hemlock through my senses
Their echoes crashing on my island shore
Returning to the sea
Their hushed harmony
Foams surging up my beaches
A descant imprinted on my strand
Whispering back to the squalls
Thursday 14th March 2019 3:56 pm
Lie to Me
When the halyard raps the empty staff
and the hurricane screams its rage,
and the water-mountains heave and crash
in their spume-flecked valleys chained,
and I look upon this wild expanse
shouting fury for my pleas,
and ask in dread “Do we stand a chance?”
Please, oh please take pity ….
…. lie to me.
When darkness infiltrates my being,
seeps silent t...
Saturday 10th November 2018 1:39 am
The Voyager's Song
I see the shoreline,
black and unremarked
sleeping in secret, supine,
an open door, strong
as a broad Yorkshire
weak as rags of sea mist.
Soon I shall fetch upon its sands,
where cold silence reigns
uninvited like the early dawn.
Beside me shall burn,
in isolation and awe,
the last bright flower
of an ancient memory...
Friday 19th January 2018 2:43 am
I wish to be heard. To bridge the divide
auto-ostracising me from common
experience. Common understanding,
inclusion and collusion in present’s
moment. I think ahead what response my
actions engender. My words carefully
based: precision vocabulary I
once envied – recycled at will,
effect calculated. For reflection
on me, upping my status, ...
Thursday 24th August 2017 9:02 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
I used to be a savior, always to the rescue,
Then I tumbled down a dry well,
On a vast land of seclusion
As people refused to pay their dues.
What do I see for miles and miles?
An unending bed of gold dust;
I'm fighting through the wind of vile
Shivering with hunger and thirst
Suddenly, I spot two arms wide open,
In the squiggly vision of blur,
Sunday 15th January 2017 6:51 am
Here I sit with a candle lit
As I rest and wait to commit.
To a life of blue skies and angels,
As I try to ignore the pain sensation.
Whilst being overcome with isolation.
Trying in vain to think of happy thoughts,
As the devil looks on and applauds,
And laughs and jeers right in my face,
Since he knows that he is winning the race,
As he picks up a faster pace....
Wednesday 6th July 2016 11:24 pm
(‘Ask me why and I’ll spit in your eye’ - The Smiths)
Pinch the rogue flesh slipping from my jeans,
Dig each thumb and forefinger into my hand,
Scratch me with that caress and turn when I blush,
Let the fire wash over my face whilst pretending not to realise.
Leave me be even though our legs are intertwined,
Please leave me be even though our mouths talk and share,
Leave me be even thou...
Saturday 4th October 2014 6:20 pm
Have you ever felt the icecold
gales of aloneness?
I do not mean
lone lee ness
which is something altogether
and even desirable
I do not mean
deserted or desolate,
neglected or torn;
for those words are shallow
compared to "alone".
I mean aloneness –
some subterranean thin...
Thursday 28th April 2011 5:55 pm