Poetry Blogs (surrealism)
Bears, bears, bears!
There were bears everywhere
Now he saw them, all those bears throughout his years.
The Panda Bear.
She would come out and stare, and stare.
Blinking ringed black eyes against the rare glimpsed sky.
Serene and sober
Conversely troubled but not in a rage
She'd think for a minute, slowly turn, then go back to her cage.
The Grizzly Bear....
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 11:18 am
The music box
As I am reading I am watching this old music box, I have just gently lifted the lid
The ballerina is turning, the music is playing, however the clockwork mechanism is loudly clanking and the ballerina is crying tears of blood.
On the inside of the lid is a mirror that shows an entirely different image from the one you would expect. It is Sal’s poem unfolding… the b...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 12:17 pm
The chameleon ran vertically, straight up the wall
and disappeared though a crack infinitesimally small
“Did you just see that”! The post man exclaimed
“Their the masters of disguise”, I quickly explained
Running across, peering through the small crack
The post man kept looking dropping his sack
“Stand back and wait quietly, he’ll soon reappear”
Monday 21st January 2019 9:06 pm
I am nauseating from the coal biscuit bites of a hundred ashen hearts
I can't suck in the smell of death now, as I once sucked your damp petals
I shoo away some white rats into the black gutter everyday
I am failing today, failing miserably in my success of finding
the teenage girl's dawn in an old man's bench
I usually flicker out before bed time in my neighborhood, and
I escape as the las...
Tuesday 6th December 2016 4:00 am
Let me write you there where my poems fail,
where endings are new beginnings.
Two aging strand ends, two baby lip ends,
two porous tongue ends, two bone finger ends
in line after lines, repeating,
'successive matings, successive deaths is also a line'.
Let me call you there where my being searches for its lost,
where hollowness continues as a road.
An extended yet temporary ki...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 5:47 pm
I'd like you to like me
and I'd like you to know,
Id doesn't like me and Superego doesn't know where to go.
I've planned a trip to where the tulips grow -
find a vein, push a plunger, let the psychotropes flow.
I know you don't like me
and we've nowhere to go.
Ego doesn't know what to do and Id has hate to sow.
I'd like you to, I'd like to oblige you to throw
Monday 11th April 2016 2:32 pm
Five to nine and a horrible reality. Even the carpet thinks so (after yet another coffee mug spills with the ashtray), and probably the band that's jamming away in stereo, thinking smugly, that they're tomorrow's Beatles, selling out arenas to tomorrow's people.
Still it all seems quite reputable compared to the silver cutlery in the drawer next to the microwave, unpoli...
Saturday 21st November 2015 11:25 pm
Have you any idea how hard it is for me to play a G major?
Should I write a standard progression, put the chorus where it should be and scream ‘dada’ in a controlled display of abandon?
Know I am a charlatan?
The only true rebellion would be to, with utter sincerity, believe yourself a penguin
Flying in the face of all authority
Monday 14th September 2015 11:39 pm
Are you my rock to trip me up before I fall off the edge of the world?
You take me for me, accept that I have problems.
Will that understanding destroy you?
Will that be a plateau of levellity?
Perfect stability, eye of the storm.
What of you?
Do you actually notice me?
I bought her two nice tops and she left me by text message.
Wednesday 5th March 2014 6:01 pm