Poetry Blogs (life and death)
All around us and within.
Ever with us, birthed by sin.
All embracing, cold finger tracing
A line we all must cross.
All around us and within,
To ignore it that is sin.
Ever with us, all consuming,
Looming, looming ever looming.
Do you laugh and deride it?
Do you fear but try to hide it?
Is it in your calculations,
Figured out, accounted for?
Wednesday 27th November 2019 7:33 pm
a little brown and white garter snake
lay on my brick floor
brought in by the cats
I picked it up to take it outside
and it lay still
it's markings were southwest woven
rugs from painted desert roadside stands
smooth and cool on my hand
tiny cloverleaf head
ended two spiral curls
of cool gauzy beaded rope
there are no signs of life
in small brick-baske...
Wednesday 24th July 2019 5:38 pm
You do not exist anymore
You are absolutely nothing
Unconscious, intangible, not there.
You exist in my mind,
You live on through that funny anecdote
Or recipe, your legacy, our memory.
You are my tragic backstory,
The key to solving why I am the way I am
What you made me w...
Friday 18th January 2019 7:55 pm
Lost in life's serenade
I stood frenzied on my toes,
surmising a glorious dance with death.
Spellbound by his dark sight,
I gently slid my hand into his.
Our feet swayed on the path unknown,
enthralled by the rapture of the moonlit gloom.
All cleared their way for us,
dazzled by our performance well honed.
Rising in my euphoric existence,
when my being was overjoyed;
Descending back in...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 8:16 pm
Would it matter, would it matter at all
if one more life withers and falls?
Perhaps it would, perhaps it would not
if one more life ended now or later.
But if not, why roll that tongue to
condemn the already dead as weakling?
Never did you stand in their shoes
so proclaiming a self taught prejudice is your shameful act.
Why feel offended if truth be told
with words pinching like needles t...
Monday 24th July 2017 5:23 pm
I've lived the times
Of the theater of my life
Dancing in the foyer:
Comprised the entirety
Of my personal repetoire;
Dress rehearsals were
Never taken seriously:
The final play was just
A moments decision
Hurried through a huddle
Of half-written plots.
The masterful monologues
Of my long and intrepid career
Were carried off by the
Glib tongue of the characters
Thursday 19th January 2017 5:46 am
In the final scene a man waits
in the reception area of a hotel,
a spectator in a moving montage
in a cosy juxtaposition of service and flow.
No one notices him and his watching:
the discreet frontage of the lifts
and their smoothly quiet ascents and descents
to reveal the occupants
stepping from their padded confines
Tuesday 1st December 2015 8:43 pm
Idly thinking I wonder where we will be in the future,
will we ever reach the stars after the death of our own world,
killed by pollution, war and overcrowding?
Will we do as in Rome, on a new planet? If we survive that far.
Our path is tough. Some actions we do are abysmal, look at how we treat one another. We do need to learn to talk and not shoot first....
Saturday 19th April 2014 6:07 am
His Latest Flame/Fugitive
Feel like a fugitive in my own life, kind of use to it and enjoy it. Filling the gap where your life and love should be. Do you know how fucking alone I am now? That doesn't matter. My views go to ink, captured in my poems. What will you think when you read it? I know you exist, somewhere. If you didn't, I'd be totally alone. ...
Monday 21st May 2012 6:58 pm