Poetry Blogs (2009, Time)
Like warm spring rain the darke bloode flows.
Like autunm leaves bilious leathery skin dries and falls.
All thought abandoned
as imagination crawls
slow, heavy, dull, relentless
like the shadowes on the walls.
Time drags slow
emotionless yet tense
in the infernal demonic night;
it pulls with sinous and wiry strength
drips of melting wax from the candles' dying light.
Tearing at their screaming blinded eyes
Saturday 21st November 2009 11:55 pm
I aim to be as true to all
As I have learnt from being small
Tell it like I see it when I'm clear
Zip my mouth if I'm not my dear
Now as time rolls on I find I still
Have a very strong unbending will
None too shy to state my case
Toe to toe, face to face
Tempering the above with concern
For others views where I may learn
More about this world ...
Tuesday 28th July 2009 12:02 pm
With Crystal Ball, I might have found
Some way to weave my way through time
Instead, I played without the rules
Did it my way throughout the schools
Meandered free from guides or maps
Ate my meals from plates on laps
Camped and rambled, cycled too
My only aim - my love for you
Single till I sang your song
Wed while we were still so youn...
Tuesday 21st July 2009 2:38 pm
Last stop before paradise.
An April rain has streaked the windows, smudging the view of suburban streets.
The chill breeze bends the spring’s first flowers and the TV’s showing old repeats.
In the lounge of The Willows nursing home the care assistants are serving teas.
After the adverts comes the snooker and ever...
Saturday 14th February 2009 1:34 pm
A hearty breakfast
We take our coffee black these days,
Saccharined and sugar free.
Our milk of human kindness soured
To curds and whey, to you and me.
And over silent breakfasts sit.
Where headline barricades rise up.
We shed no tears for what was spilled,
When lips once kissed our loving cup.
Our toast is dry and always burned,
The marmalade, now bitter peel
And all we’ve left is crusts and...
Sunday 18th January 2009 11:16 am