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He Didn't Care Too
On the day of her
death he didn't cry.
Everyone said,
"He doesn't care!"
On the day they
laid her to rest
he didn't cry.
Everyone said
"He never loved her!"
On the one month
anniversary of her
death he was
found lying next
to her grave.
An empty bottle of
...
Friday 23rd December 2011 6:08 pm
Finding the Beauty in Christmas
Mistletoe by candlelight,
love lined Christmas markets,
shopping centres full of happy couples.
Let them have what I do not,
it is theirs.
But what is mine?
My Christmas must come early
if I am to maintain the mirage of the miracle.
I'll line the markets with an illuminating
indigo light
and bathe in the dreams
that will...
Sunday 11th December 2011 8:24 pm
A Small Story about a Small Town
The small town had struggled to survive for years.
In it's heyday it had built a church. It even had an organ
whose pipes shown like silver. The organist pressed the pedals
as is she were making wine to be served as communion.
The church doubled as a school for a small group of students.
It even h...
Tuesday 8th November 2011 6:21 pm
Battle of Demon's Run
emons run
and heroes fight.
Doctor Doctor,
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.
Demons run
and heroes fight.
Take it back to the start as you tear me apart
memories piercing the fabric of my existence.
Demons run
...
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:45 pm
I See You
I see you
with sensual sense
like the Na'vi.
Hungry for your love
yet I let your absence starve me.
Living on the spiritual sustenance of memory,
Sliced on loose lips
drunk on truth and Hennesy.
I see you
as I raise a glass to the departed...
to my departure from your life.
How can I tell my lover I'll literally travel oceans to be at her bedside
when I...
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:41 pm
MUSTANG poem shortlisted in a comp...
...and will be published in a book called UPLIFTING MOMENTS
MUSTANG
Born out of diverging needs and used in battle, american airframe and english merlin engine creating a machine quite unlike any other. At home six miles above the earth protecting silver lumbering B-17s from murderous nazi fighters, down on the deck filling the krauts full of lead dont tell m...
Tuesday 30th August 2011 12:19 pm
-as yet untitled-
outside the window,
an ocean of poppies,
red like denial.
she watched them day-in-day-out,
from sunset to the first shards of sunlight
which crept through their stems
and reflected the underside of their petals.
from this she saw veins, a tiny network of
lines like join-up-the-dots,
a motorway map
thin like emotion.
dadd went to war ...
Monday 27th June 2011 7:05 am
The Price of Freedom-(extended version)
A ghostly image of a soldier
stood in the background,
as a mother with a babe in her
arms stood by a grave site.
She lowly whispered, "Father
this is your son. Son this is your
father. He gave his life so that
others might live."
Now she is alone, but she
will survive. She will raise
this child without the aid
of others. This child will
...
Tuesday 14th June 2011 3:41 pm
The Price of Freedom
A ghostly image of a soldier
stood in the background,
as a mother with a babe in her
arms stood by a grave site.
She lowly whispered, "Father
this is your son. Son this is your
father. He gave his life so that
others might live."
Sunday 12th June 2011 5:38 pm
Trilogy of Heroes
My father was a survival expert:
Deserts, swamps, mountains, jungles.
Hunger and thirst were trials inflicted
To toughen up his men for the real thing.
His signature line was:
The bugs will get you faster than the bullets!
Dad’s harsh regime saved many lives
In World War II combat arenas.
My father was my hero.
During the war
My mother bore h...
Wednesday 9th March 2011 11:26 am
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