Poetry Blogs (rebirth)
We die a million deaths each day.
The death of all those other ways
we could have taken.
The death of dreams each moment we
discard the possibility
we could have made them.
If we stopped breathing every time
another aspect of us died,
there'd be no breathing.
All we can do to justify
this situation, make it right,
is be a phoenix.
Friday 1st January 2021 1:46 am
Protect me from this life.
The ailments of the things around me.
Set me free into the sky,
Shine light in the darkness that surrounds me.
I'm one man against the world,
Sometimes it seems hard to bear.
Sometimes I prayed,
But only the Devil responded,
And God wasn't there.
I fell deep into the pits,
Both alcohol and substance abuse.
The devil talking to me,
From this bottle im drinking...
Monday 16th November 2020 12:57 pm
Through forests dark and shadowed vale
He follows the damnation trail
Along the river’s twisted course
Through bracken thick and clutching gorse
The ancient path cut through the land
He walks with devil’s hand in hand
And where his steps flatten the crops
No more will grow the wheat and hops
For he has footsteps cast in death
He steals the fa...
Wednesday 28th October 2020 12:25 pm
Down here where the beetles crawl
Where the leaves of autumn fall
A spider’s web of veins uncoil
To animate the resurrected
Sap permeates the ancient heart
A life’s blood for another start
Coursing through the body
Of the newly resurrected
Orbs of light spark into eyes
The keening of a newborn’s cries
Escapes the brittle twisted lips
Friday 9th October 2020 11:18 pm
Messiah Of The Fields
They left me hanging on a cross
The saviour of the summer crops
Just rag and straw so no great loss
My blood is in the wheat and hops
I faced the black and vicious hoard
Their coal cruel eyes and sharpened beaks
I am the ragged overlord
Who scares the crow yet never speaks
They pray to me to save their soils
From dark boned devils ...
Sunday 27th September 2020 11:21 am
If the flames
do not turn your bones into ash
your bones will rot
deep in the ground
but only for Them
for You’ll come around
and as They’re carving into stone
You may walk again
through countless fields
and endless roads
They will remember you
for only a blink
of the Universe’s Eye
but the fields and roads
shall know You
for all Eternity
Wednesday 1st July 2020 10:49 am
How many times do I have to kill you
as you run across the floor, damn you,
trying to frighten me with your creepy
crawly legs all working a magic and
carrying my pounding heart on your
little body suspended above the ground
taunting me, well my friend, I won’t
play your game anymore, I will not
kill you this time but let you run free
for you are free to run forever. Now...
Monday 15th June 2020 12:42 pm
Canal side moorings and old mills
Stretch their northern roots into the collapsed rubble
Of Industrialised wreckage
Overgrown with harsh grass and weeds
An old man sits at the side of the grey water
And dips a hopeful line into its murky depths
There are parts of old bikes and shopping trolleys
Poking from the surface like Leviathan bones
Tuesday 12th May 2020 12:57 pm
You asked for my soul
and I laid it bare, for you.
Trampled, beaten, mistaken, burnt, and forgotten
It lies in the depth of a blue sea
out of breath and still.
Moss and coral has taken over my soul
or what is left of it.
A black and blue striped fish stopped by yesterday to check if she can lay her eggs in there.
I think she will.
Friday 7th September 2018 3:43 pm
I stretch some more
sprawling over my bed
caressing the cold sheets beside me
A weight sits on my chest.
The pang of my solitude,
visiting me in the silent hours of the morning
I bring your blanket closer to my chest,
Sucking in your smell,
Breathing the pores of you.
It’s started to fade now.
The staleness and the dust has set in.
Sunday 12th November 2017 10:42 pm
This poem is an original piece using established names. The names of all characters are taken from the Aztec religion, and all of the characters act in sympathy with their attributed and established forms. The exception is the titular actor: Acamapichtli. While Acamapichtli was the first ruler of the Aztecs, in this poem, he is not the same person, but only carries the same name.
Friday 20th January 2017 10:21 am
i watch it all change and i sit back here like a child watching his parents argue across the dinner table not understanding a word waiting for it to change back or change into fireworks and butterflies but i don't know if it will. Because... It's all moved on, everything moves into and out of decay the circle of life is an ouroborus much bigger than i thought it spa...
Monday 9th May 2016 5:52 am
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
This is the start,
Though it feels like the end.
Moved away from falls from graces and friends.
Of social and sexual depravity,
I need to find a way to overcome a force 5 times gravity.
In this state,
It's easy to fall into past mistakes.
Like Peruvian towns,
Rebuilt on the sites of earthquakes.
Saturday 10th November 2012 9:08 pm
and heroes fight.
Red Bull and happy pills...
yet still no wings to take flight.
I'm in a state of spiritual paralysis
dripping out fears in emotional dialysis.
and heroes fight.
Take it back to the start as you tear me apart
memories piercing the fabric of my existence.
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:45 pm
There’s something about April -
the way she wears her clothes:
loosely fit. One button more
and September is exposed.
The veil removed, her flesh reveals
December’s naked trees;
Springtime lurks behind the bark
and drags me to my knees.
I kneel upon her dewy cloak
And make her moss my bed;
Saturday 30th April 2011 12:17 pm
Isis my Lover
my Sister, my Wife
Of You was I born
for you gave me life
as a shadow of a ghost
I was lost
I was dead
in the dust turned tomb
'til You Isis, my Lover,
my Sister, my Wife
Of you was I born
for you gave me life.
A man cut in half
by a child of the sun
gave birth to a child
of the moon blessed sea
and You, Isis, my Lover
my Sister, my Wife
of You was I born
for You gave me life
and, at the end
of my str...
Thursday 26th November 2009 2:29 pm
This morning Samantha is building a bonfire
Down on the waste ground in rubbish and weeds
Ferrying armloads of boxes and bin-bags
Burning a life that she no longer needs.
Out of the cardboard seep velvets and spangles,
Hairpieces, handcuffs, impractical shoes,
Skimpy silk underwear, ropes and brass bangles -
The tools of a trade that she’ll no longer use.
Crimson red li...
Sunday 8th March 2009 3:56 pm