Poetry Blogs (life)

for Annie

I love to hear her laugh

belly bubbling

throat clutching

outragous chuckles,

it starts from deep inside

then fills her eyes

with a merriment that must be sharerd

unimpaired

by self imposed restrictions

or inhibitions

demanded by our adult role.

We join her in her laughter,

without moderation

or explanation,

our laughter encircles her,

...

Read and leave comments (0)

(for Annie)

Folded in feather down dreams

safe from fears of the night

undisturbed by winters white screams

thoughts wing away in full flight.

Muffled in merino fleeces

dreams glide over starry horizons

silhouettes hide in recesses

shadows sharpen into dark icons.

Soft lamps burn in dim corners

flooding the ceiling with light

showcasing moths like mad dan...

Read and leave comments (2)

written on the birth of Annie my severly mentally and physcally handicapped granddaughter.

This space

cloud filled

cold shrilled

without substance

unformed

unborn,

where thoughts whilrl in a tangle of sound

and sound mingles with fear and uncried tears,

where days and nights have no margins

undivided

unguided,

and what of tomorrow

will suns rays bring co...

Read and leave comments (2)

 an 'almost' true story - Just for the giggle.

We rushed to catch the early bus,

we did it, we did, but it was a rush

we rattled up the curving stairs

proffered up our exact fairs,

then plumped upon our seats to rest.

          "Are you wearing your warm vest

          winter's nearly here my dear

          and what about your navy knickers?"

Around the bu...

Read and leave comments (6)

For Paul who is missing his estranged daughter

Clouds gathering

not the lazy drifting

feather floating

clouds that I have come to love

but a tumult of thunderheads

a boil of molton lead

energy laden

burden heavy

explosion ready

rapidly closing the gap

of the final glimps of summer blue

the glimpse of what was

the glimpse of what cannot be

of bird...

Read and leave comments (2)

Invest always your time 
Time is life, why to lose? 
Read and enjoy your hobby 
To be happy, you should choose 

Put your plan to save money 
Money gives you happiness to live 
Never plan to ask a loan 
But should be able, too, to give 

Actively, go for good change 
World never stop at all 
Give everything time to deal 
Surely, you'll achieve the goal 

Read and leave comments (2)

This poem was written after a succession of terror attacks and is a protest against the feeding frenzy

of the press and sound bites from cynica lpoliticians.

It's easy to hold

the grand pose

then proudly stand

as rehashed rhetoric flows

from journalistic lips

politions checking their ratings

vye with each other

as they strive to compose

a more elegant prose

th...

Read and leave comments (5)

One of my favorite games 
to play as a child 
was seeing shapes 
in the clouds: 

Dogs, cats, 
elephants, giraffes, 
airplanes, unicorns... 

It was one of the 
few pleasures 
of my childhood. 

As I grew up, 
I began to see 
scarier things:
 
Dragons, demons, 
torn hearts,
flaming arrows... 

Now in the archway 
of my golden years, 
I see beauty that 
brings me to tears:

Read and leave comments (0)

Jagged white screams

sharpen to icicles

brittle tears lie scattered

and ground underfoot

diamond cut streams

lost in the labyrinth

fast frozen in time

at the moment of truth.

Holder of secrets

the cut glass of plenty

sharp as a dagger

the chilling white wine

cruel as a cutting edge

shards of bright silver

encrusted with sapphires

cold by design,

Read and leave comments (4)

Soft soapy water

spilling through my outstretched hand

so hard to hold

like windblown smoke

or shifting sand.

Whispered voices speaking

without sensitivity or grace

while practised smiiles

conceal the lie

behind each shining face.

Soft soapy water

filtering through my wearying hand

disolves my innocence

while God's own godless daughter

reasserts ...

Read and leave comments (4)

Small frightened faces

Iron and rust

Iron and rust

Sharp smell of anger

Gunflash and dust

Gunflash and dust

Small frightened faces

Sharp smell of fear

Cries for the wounded

Cries for the dying

Iron and rust

Iron and rust

Call for their loved ones

Caught up in the rush

Small moonlit faces

Who can they trust

Gunflash and dust

Gunflsah and dust

Be...

Read and leave comments (2)

You don't have to understand

that's what they said.

Just believe, have faith,

don't doubt the things that God has planned

             That's what they said.

You are blessed,

faith is a gift

given to a chosen few,

it's up to you to make the best of it

             That's what they said.

Humility is good

as are obedience and servitude,

don't look for re...

Read and leave comments (6)

The tree stretches her gnarly boughs wide, rather than tall,
her instinct to embrace overrides her need to reach for the sky.
The deep cool of her canopy shadows the ugly bitumen carpark.
Underneath, two crows seek respite from the heat, perched on a timber fence greyed from weather and neglect.
Beyond her, public housing units loom, as brown and solid as her trunk, but lacking the beauty she ...

Read and leave comments (7)

Rumor has it, the story

went like this...

back in the '60s, baby Isaac

had just turned three,

waving the classified section 

of a discarded newspaper 

like a flag, but giggling

way too close to the heater. 

That's all it takes

to turn ordinary days into tragedy.

Heater met paper; 

paper, overheated, touched his shirt;

shirt mindlessly took in the flame...

Read and leave comments (0)

I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel 
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure 
Lest ye be bound 
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light

Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...

Read and leave comments (1)

Cathy was my friend.

I was twenty.

Cathy was twenty three.

she worked 

at British Home Stores.

On the counter

where lipstick

and smells jostled.

Colours for the nose.

Candy for the eye.

She was pretty.

Very pretty.

We’d meet in 

The pub.

“The Cheese”.

We’d drink. 

We’d get stoned.

And go and 

have sex.

We didn’t 

make love.

Read and leave comments (0)

Watch me. 

I am about to speak,

Tap the roof of my mouth

             Back of my teeth 

With the tip of my tongue,

Every word inching closer

To screwing up 

Your approval of me. 

I was a people-pleaser 

Until 25 made me learn 

The hard way. 

This afternoon, 

I wondered aloud about refilling

My Klonopin at CVS. 

The cashier raised her eyebrow

As I c...

Read and leave comments (1)

I inhale the tears 
welling up in my eyes.
Feeling like I don't have 
the right to cry for 

letting so much time go by
without saying hi,
how are you doing, 
what's new in your life?

I "kept in touch" 
watching your 
adventures
on social media, 

restoring 
power
after a 
hurricane, 

providing water 
and food for 
people who didn't 
know your name.

I was proud of you,
...

Read and leave comments (6)

I DON'T THINK, OF YESTERDAY.
 
LET'S TO THINK, WHAT IS TODAY?
 
SUN COMES, ALWAYS, BRAND-NEW.
 
WHY TO SEE SUN, AS GREY.
 

I LOVED YOU, SAME AS YOU ARE.
 
I BEG YOU KEEP YOUR PAST, AWAY.

I DON'T ASK, I DON'T CARE.
 
NOBODY IS BLAMELESS, EVERYDAY.
 

HEART IS OPEN, COME AND SHARE.
 
I NEED TO HEAR YOU, JUST SAY.
 
TOMORROW IS COMING, AS A SHINY DAY.
 
I LOVED YOU TOO, LET'...

Read and leave comments (0)

“To do or not to do”, her daily instruction 
I should always obey, to avoid reaction 
She believes I'll remain in a weak construction 
Wants to be retained in her falling section 

Eyes, ears and tongue, three sources to act 
Depending on brain, to judge it in the heart 
She is herself leader, no love in her chart 
“Practical in reality”, She said. This is a fact 

Utilizes every tiny, to ex...

Read and leave comments (0)

How do you help
loved ones that
insist on 
tap dancing
with the demon 
of addiction?

I want to scold
them like a child
for their own good,

but I know it 
would fall
on deaf ears.

I want to hold them
tight, tell them
everything will
be alright, but
they aren't buying 
that lie.

Is my only option
to waltz around 
my candy-coated world 
and watch them
self-destruct?

I...

Read and leave comments (6)

|           Love is deep as the road is long.

With every breath I live the day do what I can, this is where it begins.

Nobody knows how the story ends.

 Moments pass live moving cars on the freeway all trying to get back home.

Look back not to the darkness threw the door. We set out so long ago.

 Move my feet to carry on but it beats my heart when you are gone.

Freedom once grace...

Read and leave comments (1)

It all happens quickly,

the way our bodies fold,

warm up to the concept

of a morning

rush. We forget sleep in the shower;

we contemplate coffee on the balcony,

then tie our shoelaces inside

thoughtless motions.

And melancholy

keeps me from swearing

at the bad drivers in the concrete storm,

and that is the little difference

between us.

It’s day 28 of...

Read and leave comments (0)

We walk a 
fine line in 
our relationship
with others.

Words, powerful 
as they are,
miss the idiosyncrasies 
of body language 
that convey sincerity 
and good intention.

On the road 
to enlightenment,
our muse sometimes 
knicks old wounds 
that the ego 
rushes to protect. 

Our responsibility 
remains 
with freedom 
of expression,

to speak our truth 
knowing some will ...

Read and leave comments (0)

Grace and Favour

For all that a life that's truly led

provides the anxious soul with balm,

yet a gentle breeze, invisible and calm,

precedes the storm where the meek have fled.

In Summer's graceful darkling glides the hawk

in flight over burnished grain, 'till late

a final stoop unearths its prey: its fate

the slashing shadows where the killers stalk.

Though se...

Read and leave comments (3)

He loves me?
He loves me not?

Questions I have 
asked myself a lot 
since the day 
I said I do. 

Yes, he has a 
wandering eye,
avoids intimacy
like I am 
the blessed
Mother Mary.

Yes, he has a 
hair-trigger temper, 
can top Pinocho 
with his lies.

Our love is 
unconventional,
but I no longer
question why.

After four decades 
in the trenches,
I have learned 
to focu...

Read and leave comments (6)

You sucked the melancholy heart

from my cursèd body

drank the treacherous blood

from my hardened veins

retched the black bile

from my pensive spleen

ripped the calm phlegm

from my very breath

but I am still here

alive and happy to die.

Read and leave comments (4)

I could fill a barren sea 
full of tears I've shed
for a moment with you.

I learned to focus only 
on the good it led to.
 
What purpose does it serve
to open old wounds

except to serve the 
greater good. 

So, I bellow not

unless it can be
a beacon 

for mermaids
coming ashore. 

Read and leave comments (4)

Let me move to a new place,
Where none knows my name,
And I know they will  start judging,
As Everyone is just the same.
But till then ,
Let me find a new love, 
New memories to let go my pain,
You can take my hand,
And please ask me to dance in the rain.
I know our love would break,
Just like all other affairs I had,
Some would say I had no brains, 
And I am the reason you are sad,
B...

Read and leave comments (1)

I attempted suicide,

But I didn't die,

Not losing my life,

But what it means to be alive.

I'm drained of all motivation to continue,

But also of all strength to follow through,

I shouldn't be here,

It hurts, but it's true.

My days feel so long,

My existence feels so wrong,

I can't look at life the same,

Because I simply don't belong.

I can't be happy,

Or even...

Read and leave comments (0)

You didn't say it back,

But I can't take it back.

-tae

Read and leave comments (0)

I think we can be something special,

So let's just take it slow,

And wait until we're ready,

To decide where this goes.

There's no need to rush,

Because I'll always be here,

Today, tomorrow,

For the next million years.

-tae

Read and leave comments (0)

Sitting on a bus

packed with senior cits

each and every one

with some malfunctioning bits

Life is only borrowed

just like a library book

so returning it well worn

proves you did much more than look.

Read and leave comments (6)

Too much reality 
can burn a hole
through your soul.

I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.

With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
war within.

I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all 
an illusion...

created for one purpose

to tell the story
of how we want to 
show up in this world. 

I can see beyond 
resistance,...

Read and leave comments (5)

You do not exist anymore 

Scientifically speaking, 

You are absolutely nothing 

Unconscious, intangible, not there. 

You exist in my mind, 

Poetically speaking, 

You live on through that funny anecdote

That recipe, that legacy, our memory.  

You are my tragic backstory, 

Therapeutically speaking, 

The key to solving why I am the way I am 

What you made me...

Read and leave comments (2)

He bows at her body, thankful and polite, acknowledges the service, plays the part.

She smiles at stories, smart enough to be cynical but hopeful enough to be happy. 

He takes out a notepad and pretends not to watch for a reaction 

As she reads his silver words

As she reads his mind through the blunt tool of his silver words.

He runs. 

He thinks he’s wrong because she told h...

Read and leave comments (0)

And all at once

We revisted the site

Where the wounded lie

We examined their injuries

Doing our best to determine

If they were fatal

It requires a detached rationale

It laughs in the face of pure emotion

For life is smarter than you think

Forever your opponent

Even when pretending

To be a friend

For life brought me you

Star crossed

And ...

Read and leave comments (0)

The darkness falls under my skin,
I hate my life and my soul within',
I'm trapped in my mind and I'm full of sin,
I'm fighting the devil and I cannot win,
Complacent thoughts are spinning around,
I hear His voice but there is no sound,
He showed me the way, the truth and the life,
The battle is won, I won the fight,
Come on devil your talk is cheap,
I've played my cards so read 'em and we...

Read and leave comments (1)

Live life today,
Like there's no tomorrow,
So forget about the pain,
And embrace the sorrow,
Life is a struggle,
That we all go through,
Searching for deeper meaning,
And contemplating whats true,
Beauty and complexity,
A trip through the divine,
It can't be mere coincidence,
It was done by design,
At first we are taught this is it,
The material is all that's there,
Then what is my p...

Read and leave comments (0)

don't have to be sad
often the word was revealed softly
don't have to be disappointed
often the word is carried away
don't have to be upset
often the word said in a sigh
don't have to be worried
often the word is held back hoarse
don't have to get worse
often the word is stuck in sorrow
however
when the clouds hang
I was confined
when it comes heavy rain
I screamed too hard
when a s...

Read and leave comments (0)

I want to hop on a bus
At the closest stop
And trust me,
I know how boring it must seem
To ride aimlessly
In circles

But I have had a day
And I want nothing more
Than an aimless circle
As that's all
The days
And weeks
And years
And routines
And lives
Really are, anyway

Read and leave comments (0)

Needles and pipes are a way of life,
These temptations I have are hard to fight,
The rush I get is all too sweet,
Nodding out and drooling on my feet,
I snap out of it and want some more,
I fill up the rig its shot number four,
This cycle repeats until I run out,
I start to panic without a doubt,
What do I do? How do I get my fix,
Drugs and crime are not a good mix,
Whats with these thou...

Read and leave comments (0)

Poetry is a 
refuge for 
a lonely life

the antidote
for pain 
and strife

warm words 
blanketing
a frigid night

tonic for thirsty sailors 
drowning in an ocean 
from which we cannot drink

To our deserted island we go 

while the world 
casts us loners, 
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...

Let them judge 
as they wine and dine 
in crowded rooms 
on cell patrol

while w...

Read and leave comments (2)