She walks masked, meandering,
unacknowledged through her neighbourhood
Wishing earnestly that she somehow could
share her true self
remove the make-up painted veneer
she hangs nightly on a shelf
how emancipated she would feel
no longer enslaved within her mind
because of this facade
strangers think her, the vapid kind
no thoughts of value
within her head, you'd fi...
Monday 28th September 2020 6:56 am
It started when you saw me with Moira
Taking coffee in a bistro in Maine
Old friends innocently chewing the cud
Rendered yu distraught, quite insane
Two and two does not make five
Whichever way you try to slice it
Time to chill and cut me some slack
Or I'll reach for my hat and quit
Of course you know Moira perfectly well
I went to school with her brother
Sunday 16th August 2020 11:24 am
After a long hiatus I offer a piece that came from my recent Greek Odyssey.
The Smiling Man
Ululant sobs of brush-cutters
piercing its Elysian peace,
rivers of tourists cascade
down through old Olympia,
as still as the flowering trees
that colour its ancient sandstones.
Fallen mere centuries past, archaic capitals,
prone like road-blocks, guide the eye
Thursday 13th September 2018 1:42 pm
The shock was solid as a punch
That left me breathless, faint, unmanned;
So obviously lost that chair and water came
And it was I – so very briefly – nursed
Until my mind began to grasp the truth it had shunned.
How could I not have guessed or known
The woe, the pain, the destruction?
After all these many years, my failure to feel –
My hiding from the very possibility ...
Friday 21st July 2017 12:07 pm
It cuts deep within,
Its' touch gentle and soft.
It barks and howls,
Its' voice lovely and calm.
Its' thoughts are demeaning,
Its' love unconditional.
Its' presence a weight,
Pride churned in the ridicule.
It beats you to your knees,
But your kneecaps don't agree.
You stand on your feet,
While the blades stab in deep.
The scars show malformity,
Yet the face shows ever delight.
Monday 25th April 2016 5:39 am
(I'm aware this is a controversial poem and I hope not to offend anyone but I make no conclusions, I only ask questions)
The nature was deteriorating.
The sky was falling down,
raining pieces of ashy soot,
crashing and burning
and you weren't there.
Why weren't you there?
The birds squawked and screeched
and in-between their cries were mine, calling
and I was reaching out to you.
Sunday 31st August 2014 8:34 pm
My life is not an open book
for just anyone to read
yet my life has no secrets
that cannot be revealed.
some people revel in revelation
Some like to gossip a lot
some like to know secrets
Thinking it puts them on top.
Truth is the more you know
the less able you are to discern
So busy gathering secrets
you forget to learn
that Life is its own revelation
Sunday 4th April 2010 5:04 pm