Poetry Blogs (run)
I'm a reptile
But I'm warmer
When I'm with you
You stir something in me
Like I'm always on the edge of something
There’s a chemical reaction between us
It makes me feel like static energy
Could we really be the result of chance?
Can chance pull like a magnet?
Or is this kismet?
It runs fast, long, rife
It is our double life
We share a secret world t...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 11:01 pm
See how they run on the running track
How they move swift as lightning
Some faster than others but all quicker
Than you or me or him over there
Those toned up bodies giving their all
Not necessarily young or sexy
Just in shape and ready to go
Five ten fifteen times round
This 800 metre track till done
Come back and do it again
Every single day is race...
Sunday 10th January 2021 9:52 pm
we met in roundhay park,
she was walking her hound,
fettered with a muzzle, the
dog barely made a sound
that was half a life-time ago,
long defunct that labrador,
I'm the one on a short lead,
I rarely talk, let alone roar
personality's behind bars,
independence gone west,
where obedience is best
a daily run in the garden,...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 10:45 am
Some Friends are necessary for life.
As the air. As the water and food
Those friends, help us, to survive
In our hearts running, same as blood
They offer faithful trusted advice
And always keep the shining smile
Show satisfaction pureily, so nice
Have bounties tool, deeply as Nile
They never get argument to complain
They ever look for the cheerful talk to ...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:57 pm
It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.
It's hard when you forget to laugh
And you're scared that someone might see.
Hoping no one saw your face,
As you struggle to remember how to breathe.
It's hard to pretend you're happy,
And you're terrified someone might ask.
It's becoming harder every day;
Friday 17th August 2018 8:40 am
So here we are, all done
At the finish line of a race hard run
A race that no one would ever choose
But once in, one that we just couldn’t lose
Never alone along the way
Always together, in step, come what may
A journey to discover what’s real in life
To realise what we’re truly all about
What we’re made of as man and wife
What shapes our hearts, shapes our souls
Sunday 24th December 2017 10:44 am
She’s back, back from the worries and woes
Back to her laughs and chuckles
And we’ve gone back, back to our first days
Camden Palace no more
I should Koko you can now say
Beth Ditto on a Monday night whatever next
Rolling back the years
Yes I’ve got my little girl back
Shorter hair, but not short of love and laughter
Swaying and singing at the top of our voices
Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:00 pm
How many times can one person be reinvented
I have run from myself so many times
I have fled from who I am
in order to be someone better
But always I fall short
Always I fail
Always I become someone changed but still the same
Always I leave behind the good
And carry with me the bad
I flee from the things I hate
Like a bat out of hell
I try to outrun the parts of my...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:56 am
a wild horse
which is free
free to go
to go everywhere
to run away
or to stay
in the eyes
you are my rider
the person whom my heart
chose to not live without
you make it tame
my heart is not as wild as it was
I feel each step
through my hooves
the hard hooves
which were infrangible
Sunday 16th April 2017 3:37 pm
Take off and never come back.
Feelings left lost in a virtue of lust.
Take me with you, she said.
So far gone how could turn back. Immaculate love that can never be returned to what once was.
Uncanny emotions was all I ever showed.
Run, run, run, please don't come back.
The overwhelming urge to tell what's inside.
How the days go by without her at my side.
Fear for not what is, but fo...
Sunday 19th July 2015 7:05 pm
Cry we all toward places unnamed
Rise above the crested hills
Yell we will - shattering door frames
Plundering thoughts of plovered wills
Tear at the wallpaper - reveal the grain
Ink the slate - etched by wound-dipped quills
Crouch, prowl - ready to pounce on game
Brandishing swords, blaring trumpets shrill
Arching backs, phosphorescent wicks aflame
Ridding netted fish o...
Sunday 19th December 2010 2:32 pm