Poetry Blogs (2013, Memory)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (1 hour ago)
do you see in the windows, where moonlight shines
wee hands and faces against the glass?
the midnight orphans, dusty gust
carries their whispers and lullabies
of times when a stranger’s hand
pushed them inside and turned the key
and it was dark and cold
inside stray children left their dreams
in stern rooms
where now daylight invites you to ...
Thursday 5th September 2013 1:27 pm
1941, the 22nd of June,
The sky with the waning moon.
It was Sunday.
Today it’s the saddest day
In the history
Of my long-suffering country.
In the very early morning
Without any warning
Hitler broke the non-aggression pact
And my motherland was attacked.
The Great Patriotic War had started
With peaceful life the land had parted.
Many years have passed since then,
No one wants the war to repeat ...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 8:21 pm
I do not presume to judge you
Now that you are gone,
The leaf would've fallen anyway
The bird would've flown,
Taking talisman, tarot deck
And Ayn Rand tome,
On a journey to far West
Your spiritual home.
Land of parking lots and desert malls,
Skateboards on the board walks,
Beggars in the bleachers
Friday 17th May 2013 5:56 pm
Before you start reading this piece, I'd like to take your attention for one moment to remember Maggie Turner, the woman whom this piece is about. She was a firecracker of a woman and one of the most inspiring, intelligent, opinionated, caring, compassionate people I've ever known. She said what she thought and wore her heart on her sleeve. Not enough people in this world do that, and I love he...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:24 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Angel from my nightmares.
Devil from my dreams
a grey spirit that weaves
its way through my existence.
What a Dementor does to souls
or a Dalek to a human heart.
Even a superhuman heart
Just ask Logan,
a force so strong
a returning phoenix
could not reignite remnants.
I miss you.
Whatever you ...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 pm
do you remember
we placed hooks in our eyes?
waiting in our sleep
to catch the darting lies
that swam inside our heads
do you remember
we should have walked
the chrome stacked streets
that rolled like silver eels
where stub ends sailed on tarry keels
in that vanishing space between
the night clubs gaudy hush
and necessities capital morning rus...
Sunday 13th January 2013 10:51 am