Rotterdam
Red train rested at Rotterdam station
Over the border to meet a friend
Trains all over Europe pass here
Today is a bright and sunny day
Every person glows in its brightness
Realising not a former disaster, that
During the 40's destruction erupted
Along these very streets, evacuated
Murderous bombs wreaking havoc
'
N.B. It was 14th of May, 1940 when the Luftwaffe decimated ...
Wednesday 18th May 2022 9:56 am
Ballad of Billy McGee
With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee
a boy that promised never to be;
a rep that’s scarred and scratched,
for sure his name’s mismatched
as darker skin ya’ever did see
on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee.
A red haired aboriginal boy
matches were only a toy
and he was caught red handed
and always branded
the troublesome fire starter.
Poor boy had no farda
he w...
Sunday 15th May 2022 12:49 pm
no poetry by numbers
numbers do not the soul touch
or rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows, thus
parchment scribbles & ceremonies
do not a marriage make and
neither will ice cream make us
any colder after calories kick in
poetry's soul may ride its form
but transcends its empirical parts
its triumph for all to behold:
at l...
Wednesday 11th May 2022 3:36 pm
innit your day?
Belatedly, towing a rust-worn Saab, where
many dreams and adventures are wrenched
from a youngster's brooding petulance ...
Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tires
guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing silently from a tattered billfold.
What a present: timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway, a growing pile of washing
impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.
Tuesday 10th May 2022 1:42 pm
reed music
Amber frosted reeds
in the summers wind
swaying, dancing,
synchronised now
syncopated and back
shouting then singing
xanthine etudes
boisterous and raucous
bright and nimble
leaving pliant
graceful kisses
on a soft smooth cheek.
Sunday 1st May 2022 3:50 pm
morphemic emissaries
As a projectile on its trajectory
the very kernel of a heart’s story
unfurls and beckons to those who care
allows for both sides, their minds declare
each line, each verse, each accentuated pause
altogether bring, joint longing; their inimitable cause
Thursday 28th April 2022 8:00 am
last night
wrote a poem in my head, last night
too lazy to get up and write it out
wasn't bothered to bring a pen
or a device to my bedside;
this morning was a beast
wringing my memory
for what had gone
all those words
now vanished
last night
Wednesday 27th April 2022 8:22 am
tears you should have cried
Picking up the internal slack
and bring about an inward tension
that emboldens for one to face the day
and the prospects of oncoming ones.
Where wet cheeks, are visible cues
of flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf:
existing surrenders
and like a sparkled after-rain,
brings a moist crystality
that fills in the cracks
and mends the broken places.
Wednesday 20th April 2022 5:08 am
with reckless abandon
in its purest form
the simplest of
possible affirmations
is to be loved in return
in similar manner
the most complex of
probable affirmations
is reciprocating like affection
in conclusion, then,
it seems most apparent
to appreciate with reckless
abandon the air we breathe
for we build tomorrows
on these simplest, most
basic of molecules, our
humble bricks of being
whose...
Monday 18th April 2022 3:38 am
Legally Tender
`
The key of currency
is the changing of hands,
a baton passed on
in constant motion
that binds together
all its participants.
A fresh, crisp bill
is a virgin still,
between your fingers
whose anticipation
and epic journey
are yet to unfold.
`
Thursday 31st January 2013 2:24 pm
Soft Summer Reverie
Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:42 am
Life is a Cuppa
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!
`
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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm
1AM, It's a New Year
Another year about to end. Maybe the Mayans that made up that calendar had it better. As the year closes one is pressed to look back and gauge how it went. It's just another year, perhaps. Many things have transpired, and many more in the offing.
Just a few hours more
about half a day for the rest
for each timezone on the globe
we tear off the last she...
Monday 31st December 2012 11:36 pm
Hands Off That Snooze Button!
Arise, and walk along these streets,
breathe and partake of the dregs
of the mighty industrial age;
paint the colours of its appeal -
toxic fumes that light the path
to days only just imagined.
Parted lips bare wisdom,
shatter the silence that shackles;
within parched throat, sealed
sounds peal from the belfry -
tender whispers caress
each unknown orphaned hear...
Wednesday 26th December 2012 1:04 pm
only your BFF would truly understand
`
paisley print
sunflower smile
sat alongside
a leopard that ate parsley
paw in hand
waiting on the sand
for flying fish
to skip upon
cobalt banners
as lazy breezes
pan flute recollections
of this Iberian summer
`
It's all about a leopard that munches on parsley. Apart from family, friendship is the the best relationship you ...
Tuesday 25th December 2012 11:59 pm
Daily Libation
`
Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise
that in the twilight beckons...
Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
bypassed dreams,
you hope but hope in vain...
Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,
...
Friday 9th December 2011 6:47 am
Sticks & Stones
`
If sticks and stones can break bones
and bombs and guns can kill
then a poet's pen and words can likewise murder
but heals wounds in its sublime expression;
Our differences fade with each line of verse.
Hence,
Being read, and quoted, and handed out!
That is the poet's true reward.
On shall poetry live, and within its soul
the poet in whose...
Friday 12th August 2011 2:00 am
Soapbox Poetics
Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.
`
Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
careening headlong
[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]
the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
us ...
Sunday 19th June 2011 3:07 pm
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