Poetry Blogs (2015, relationships)
From a glass of Cote du Rhone,
Stemmed from your place of birth,
Or a framboise tart –
The taste of salads
And hummus garlic that stains your breath
That I so dread to kiss -
I know you have to put up with my nicotine lips,
But it’s me that does all the moaning.
So easily pleased by life’s gentle moments,
When for me it isn’t enough to savour,
Wednesday 23rd December 2015 10:38 pm
Cackling cows, but the milk is sour.
Poison meat that we devour.
Broken hearts left to cower.
Thursday 10th December 2015 9:12 pm
In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…
Karl Marx said religion was the ...
Thursday 8th October 2015 12:17 am
~~I was to write a poem, to tell you how I feel. But I feel rants are more raw, expressive and real. So here's a rant, just for you. My bubby pumpkin owl, my baby boo. It may rhyme from time to time, but the message of love will remain and you'll always be mine.
Savannah Sienna Rose. Such a name is so deep that it dwells within itself to decipher what it means. A name that is travels beyond two...
Monday 24th August 2015 5:52 pm
When I watched up,
Up into the pitch-black sky,
I saw your name written amongst the stars.
For you, my love, are my guiding light
Leading me home into your arms,
Where I am protected from all hurt.
And when I looked around me,
I heard the wind blow through the leaves
and the wind whispered your name.
But, my love, although just a whisper in the wind,
I can feel you coursing through my ve...
Monday 24th August 2015 5:43 pm
Trapped by foolish love I followed
every curve, a funnel that poured into you
and took me with it. Old enough
foolish enough for the luring.
As iron filings make sense of a magnet
you drew a pattern in my heart
a new arrangement and I in my foolish love
chose your design your being
your smell your taint...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:06 pm
Grief is costly and I was broke,
Not you or him or any bloke,
Could have filled my pot of casting love,
He pulled my purse-strings from above.
That heavy weight of stress I threw,
I shrunk and stole myself from you.
That constant stream of words that played,
For them, a fortune I'd have paid!
I foraged deep for that sweet tune,
But woeful blues, they filled the room.
You wouldn't know the...
Monday 22nd June 2015 12:29 am
I fail at sleeping
in a show of unconditional accusation, the reproachful slander of your hereafter,
amongst the placid hours,
I try to be the grand man, but I shake too much
unhinged by the overreach of my skeletal height
much to the delight of every unskilled whistler
tough love and rougher hate interprets the shuddering motions, as my left hand lingers
over a poss...
Thursday 28th May 2015 2:08 pm
Her eyes were stern
For each wrong I did
Whenever my wants hiked
Her wish-list got buried
Eternal place was her womb
Out I am in a far-off land
That lap is a "Silhouette"
Abided by values; he taught
What life ought to earn
Those spectacles scolded me
For "habits" had to learn
Desk is clean; though silent
Newspaper is lying unfolded
Monday 27th April 2015 5:45 pm