Dumping a fantasy
How do you dump one who's never been yours,
who barely cares you exist,
someone whose body you never have held,
whose mouth you never have kissed?
Though there's nothing to dump, dump you I must,
Dump you right out of my head
where images of you haunt and tease,
caused (to be fair!) by nothing you've done or said.
Tomorrow I get my life back I hope
after a fantasy-nightm...
Saturday 29th November 2014 4:06 pm
Lost At Sea
LOST AT SEA Weston Parks I'm perched upon the sandy shore, fast anchored to the land As I do gaze with one accord, through spyglass in my hand Far out to sea I do espy, my one and sacred love My Dearest One I'll ne'er deny, my bonded lady love Alone she sits and tears do fall, and reach her I cannot Though hoarse my voice I call and call, she's not within earshot She's suffered yet aga...
Monday 3rd November 2014 5:52 pm
She’s the kind of girl that gathers withered wildflowers, and sticks them in her hair even though their beauty has gone. There is a broken beauty is something such as flowers without life. Their crumpled petals and weak stems remind her of herself, and almost like looking in a shattered mirror the reflection seen is all too familiar. Is it wrong to collect the things that remind us so much of ours...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 8:08 pm
She was a painter and he was a performer. Both artists molded with talent but divided by passion. Nonetheless they connected emotionally and spiritually. Her canvas illustrated bright myriads of color and abstract scenes of memories and mental photographs. He sang with an emptiness of blues and love ballads intertwined with lost hopes and faded dreams. Empty acrylic paint tubes and coffee stained ...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 8:02 pm
The rusty door knob and the dilapidated door,
falling apart at its hinges.
Brown colour of furniture, unpolished
Left to rot in the corner of the room.
The showcase gathering grey dust
like ominous clouds about to burst.
The grand old auburn piano
playing tunes of doom and gloom.
The sea shell shade of dirt white walls
peeling off like skin does below freezing point.
The spider we...
Wednesday 15th October 2014 5:57 am
Significance of the Nineteenth Autumn
As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.
The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.
As I gaze into the vast emptiness
Thursday 18th September 2014 11:04 am
When All The Laughter Stops
When all the laughter stops, when it abides,
And all the tears of joy begin to dry,
When all the world looks up from aching sides,
And all the breathlessness allows a sigh.
A light, so brightly shining starts to wane,
But hidden out of sight, battles in vain.
When all the smiles are full, when they recede,
And straighten out into a furrowed frown,
When all the life in vibrancy concedes...
Tuesday 12th August 2014 10:49 pm
lived next door to us
here in Southwick.
Twenties flapper hat
...it was 1964.
Faded, but still glamourous.
for Debenhams of Brighton.
after primary school
I'd go round for tea.
Tinned herring roes on toast
Cheese and onion crisps
a game of snap
then home to bed.
Saturday 26th July 2014 3:11 pm
A Letter To Mother
I cried for your life
Grieving not only
For what I lost
But for all that you
Had taken from you
You deserved a fairer chance
To be, to live
I wanted those things for you
I wrote you a letter, once
When I was twelve, perhaps
It was less than a year
After your death
It may have been the day
Before cynicism reared
It's ugly head
Taking hold of my...
Monday 14th July 2014 10:06 pm
“Sweet Katarina, dance for me”,
said the man with the black balloon,
whose face looked rather like a wolf
if glanced in the back of a spoon -
and for each dance she did for him
he would pass her another string
with a midnight helium ball
tied on to its end with a ring.
She danced until her little hands
were full of the magical twine
and the villagers all agreed
Friday 4th July 2014 2:09 pm
A sound that penetrates
The hearts of all around.
Her heart explodes
She crumbles to the ground.
Her childhood stolen
With the burst of a pea.
Gone forever, gone
Her brain not meant to be.
The love stops here
A cry for help.
Come back to her
The child needs yo...
Friday 27th June 2014 8:52 pm
THE AFTERMATH OF A BROKEN HEART
My parents laugh from the other room,
Their happiness makes me sad.
I wonder if they are aware
Of my broken heart
Or if they have ever experienced
An ache like mine.
His face is everywhere:
In a building with a million corridors
I can't ignore,
The feeling of a ghost
Lurking sore in the pathways of my mind
There is nothing to be said or done.
Wednesday 28th May 2014 12:48 am
Home By Christmas
Home By Christmas
I fear I let my feelings rule my head,
that you would have no trouble getting leave.
You would be home by Christmas as they said.
All through the Autumn, sleeping cold in bed,
I dreamt of all our marriage would achieve.
I fear I let my feelings rule my head.
Not since the day that both of us were wed
had we missed carols, sung that holy eve.
You would be home by Ch...
Wednesday 14th May 2014 2:15 pm
My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house
And grief introduced itself
Melancholic and wounded
It hunched in the corner of the room
She fed him her loving eyes
Bread in tweezers
And named him Poe
Then this sanctuary
She phoned every night
He was mending well and with the magpies...
He was in the biggest aviary...
He was set free.
Thursday 17th April 2014 1:52 am
Jaded lasting tedium
beset with gloomy cape
More I try ridding off
seems stuck at nape
Tattered and misshapen
the vilely kind of garb
Root cause for despair
inviting many a barb
as cover up sort drape
From all harsh realities
when I sought escape
Ever since it stayed on
not even once removed
Tuesday 4th February 2014 2:43 am
Only For You
Life is precious beyond compare
Even though I no longer see you standing there
What couldn’t I help but miss?
Thoughts abound how it’s come to this
Alone and confused
Feeling mentally abused
The twinkle in your eye
That lit up the sky
The smile across your lips
That warmed me to my finger tips
The look you gave to me
That set my heart free...
Wednesday 15th January 2014 4:55 am
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