Ugh! Men are preposterous,
Monsters deep inside...
They show the softness on face,
But there is grin they can't hide...
Rise when they & stand by the mirrors,
The mirrors reflect their dark side,
The faces turn gentlemen momentarily,
The emotions otherwise stay dried.
Thoughts hidden and when they bleed,
Reality pours out and strikes hard...
Emotions condensed so...
Wednesday 28th October 2020 11:36 am
In olden times great monsters roamed
Spirits and devils hid behind each door
Superstition governed fearful peasants
Subsisting uneducated naive and poor
Centuries on and we have progressed
Affluence burnished the common weal
Giants and dragons imagined no longer
For today's modern monsters are real
Frankensteins stride brazen and free
No wonder in our hearts we...
Saturday 3rd October 2020 11:04 am
The quiet twisting of already
screwed and spewed words,
uttered from the gaping wounds
of their sorry faces,
mouths as bleeding caverns,
pus filled lies uttered in a
where no one is safe from
the tirade of empty locution,
a terrible warped view
crammed into the selfish egos
of monsters in out midst.
Monday 15th April 2019 7:52 pm
I heard once that monsters used to live among us.
Can you imagine that?
Eating, sleeping and living just like we do.
But that all changed one day,
I don't know why, but it did.
Now, during the day they can't see us,
and we are tormented by the sight of them,
day and night.
Don't get me wrong, they are interesting creatures,
I just want to know why we m...
Saturday 26th January 2019 6:38 pm
I found myself in a nightmarish place. There were lots of people, if that’s what you can call them. Some were horribly disfigured. Some seemed to be more demon than human.
These people/demons were cannibals. Eating people they had captured. Some ate them alive ripping them limb from limb. Others preferred them to be killed first and then cooked.
I kept asking, “Why haven’t you eaten me,...
Friday 7th September 2018 4:14 pm
Would you believe me
If I told you the truth
Would you stay with me,
Or would you just leave?
Would you still feel
The way that you do
If you saw me kneel
Before the demons so cruel?
I tried to escape
But it fell right through
It was never fate
What should I do?
I didn't mean to fail
I did choose you
But the monsters fight
Harder than I'm able to
Thursday 26th July 2018 10:34 pm
I crept out the back door
to hide from the horror
of what stood before me
too afraid to watch it anymore
People dying all around me
Tears in my tired eyes
Weary of listening to
the same old story every time
being told to the next generation,
to learn and unlearn in one blink
of the eye
Creeping out of the light
and into the darkness of anonymity
Stepping into the obscurity
of the m...
Monday 26th February 2018 4:20 pm
I'm sitting in purgatory
A deserving end
To my shitty story
You think you know who I am
But you don't know what I've done
Some call me the devil
Some call me his forgotten son
I'll take your heart at the start
And say you have mine
Once you realize I'm empty
I'll leave you all alone, crying
I've done a thing or two
That I can't say I regret
I'll dig into your memories
Make it impossi...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 2:23 pm
Just a bit of fun, these poems are used in my work as part of a project using monsters as a way of inspiring young people to share an enthusiasm for writing. Can you identify the six mystery monsters?
More than just the sum of his parts
this monster stole another's heart
and his hands and feet as well
not much is his as you can tell
his head is screwed on firmly
by the bolts...
Friday 19th June 2015 10:44 am
etched in gloom.
vacant, the guardian of
a chained black gate.
eyes, as heads,
waiting for heroes
to seal their fate.
In legends torn
from clay cast bright
we may witness
fire and blades and bows;
such blood-fuelled spite.
Now all too real;
the skin of time;
Wednesday 14th May 2014 9:03 pm
Fear, expresses no emotion.
It neither wraps itself
In cotton anger, or
It lives in the deepest part;
Of your dream.
Taking up room -
Where the life-force should be.
This living ghost,
It does not chew it's food,
It devours it.
No table is enough to
Satisfy it's cravings.
When every opportunity feeds
Thursday 29th September 2011 11:06 pm