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The Cathedral
Father told me, when i was young, that his mother told him ‘if you can fit pinky to thumb around your wrist you are too thin’. When I managed to grasp my arm half way up, pinky to my thumb, I saw success. It’s hard to see sadness when you are sick. Mother taught me forgiveness was not earnt, but expected. So, when you lied to me I knew what I was to do next.
The cathedral was o...
Monday 17th June 2024 7:34 am
I still don't know if you're alive
When I close my eyes I see the sun rising over the ocean. I see a succession of cars. I hear you laugh. I see knives in the flesh. I see fireflies surrounding your body. I see endless trees and a forest I have never known. I see barbells and birds. Lots of birds. I see the moment you decided to give up, I see you vomiting in the toilet after taking the pills. I see you telling me you thought the ...
Monday 17th June 2024 7:25 am
Undone
Black woman you’ve come undone
Carrying the weight of the world on your weary shoulders
The pied piper has come to collect your last remnants of sanity in exchange for sleepless nights
Constant thoughts flood your mind’s eye
Strong, Independent, Sassy, Abrasive
Adjectives assigned against your will
If only they knew you were
soft, needy, earnest, kind
In a hopeless state ...
Monday 22nd April 2024 9:25 pm
Mum guilt
Woken up Rudely by a wide awake kid
Her iPad starts blaring , that one that you hid,
It’s 5 in the morning , but she wants to play,
But you’ve hardly slept, not ready for the day ,
You’ve been up all night , on the edge of her bed,
While she sleeps so soundly, sweet dreams in her head,
8 comes round it’s time to get up and go,
But now she is ‘ tired ‘she’...
Tuesday 24th October 2023 4:57 pm
Guilt Rebuked
Guilt Rebuked!
You liar!
A wretched bully’s sidekick
claiming nothing of your own.
You don’t even know when to agree
– just agree with everything, always.
And your answer is always the same.
Coward!
Whisper your poison and
look away as if…
But I know it’s you;
I...
Wednesday 6th September 2023 3:04 pm
laast night's pleasures
last night's pleasures
The maiden walked through
the village's cobblestone streets
to the small white chapel
seeking forgiveness
for last night's pleasures.
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Saturday 4th June 2022 5:45 pm
The fury of Hell inside
I hear the hounds whine. The dust rises as they stomp and claw the dirt before me. Eyes made of moonlight and their breath, the stench of pain. I am no longer their mistress. Forsaken them for a heart. Oh wretched beasts forgive me. Allow me one more day's light above the shadows.
Wednesday 5th May 2021 12:51 am
Exodus
planning one's escape is never easy
even Steve McQueen found it hard
guilt made me especially queasy
I was writing your last birthday card
my escape strategy was meticulous
armed guards would have missed it
such carelessness left me incredulous
normally your vigilance took the biscuit
I timed your every movement with care
then I waited till you left for the gym
...Thursday 27th August 2020 11:41 am
Rose
"I want to tell you" she whispered
his heart cooled in the
sudden ice of their bed
"dont get mad" she urged
she'd been only fourteen with
a married man then
her mother taking charge and
from a long way off something about
a clinic
but what got him, sucked the love from him
was the tears
that claim of continuing loss
she'd even given him a name
no guilt
he ...
Sunday 9th August 2020 12:00 pm
Same Behaviour
Repitition was key
But never the key to success
The key to her chest
Was hidden in the black depth of her soul
Repitition was inevitable
Outsiders were impatient
And also knowledgable
About what was likely to happen next
Repitition was boring
A different mask for her to wear
To hide the recurring sadness
That she endured from his actions again
Re...
Friday 29th May 2020 9:24 pm
Blank Paper
I start the day with little to no inspiration
Much like everyone else in the world
I also start this poem
With the repetitive voice of exasperation
The sirens are blazing late tonight
As souls are being set on fire
But because of some peoples' perseverence
Loved ones' bodies are also being set alight
Recreational parks are not essential
Travelling out of the wa...
Monday 6th April 2020 10:30 pm
Souvenir
Getting acquainted with the moon
behind glass
we exchange so many glances
and on my back
a thousand heart-attacks roll past
My fingers beside, cross and uncross
as you sleep, so black
back in the real world
paid up entirely
on your subscription
to actual reality
O would you bring me a souvenir
from the envious depths of endless peace
perhaps a child or a patient nurse
or some cont...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 6:29 pm
Friday Night, We Walked Along The Beach
Friday night we walked along the beach
talking over a static sea
through all we wearily witnessed this year
still we speak in riddles
the way men often can
it only gets harder as you get older
weighted with expectation
You didn't turn to face me
kept your eyes fixed on the horizon
said 'she's pregnant'
with a pregnant smile
Black boots kicking stones across wet sand
choking out cong...
Friday 5th January 2018 8:22 pm
Heretic
My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.
"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.
On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.
He...
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:44 am
Patience (September '17)
i am never one to say ‘i was only kidding’
i am the type who experiences guilt
physical and mental
never mad at those who snap at me
deservedly so
but
patience is something that i need
so please
Monday 20th November 2017 8:54 pm
Nothing...?...
My pain, guilt are nothing ... if compared
With your miraclish feel "self-value"
(Nothing evident).
Friday 27th January 2017 9:52 pm
The Fine Guilt of Physics
Can starlight fathom the distance it has traveled?
Does it count the time in hours, parsecs, even knots?
If I turn on my DVD, will I thunder through the
Cosmos as another wave of noise until the hand
Of time comes to switch off the hearing-aid of God;
And then, even as the webs of interwoven disruption
Traverse the galactic heavens, the only ears to hear them
Will have been deafened by the ...
Friday 13th January 2017 11:35 am
The Imposer.
Within that morning abyss,
I saw an imposing figure -
Shamed from guilt,
She shied away.
Oh, the sight I saw -
A figure so small,
Hunched over -
A lack of senseless pride.
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:22 pm
Atonement
And now I must recover myself
Left, after centuries of fearful neglect
Washed up to dry on a sunless beach.
And now I must plait my hair
Dull, after nights of washing in grease
The guilty searches for lost affection.
And now I must return home,
Home, where I’ve never been
And sit a while and say sorry, I’m sorry, to me.
Wednesday 16th March 2016 3:27 pm
Guilty Pleasure ....
I pull you out
Smoothing your creases
Lying you flat so I can
Fill you with
A sweet mixture of guilt
And poison
There's artistry in my fingers
As I roll you expertly
(From years of practice)
Along your length
Into the shape I desire
I lick your edges
Firmly sealing you with a feather like touch
I place you lovingly between
My lips
Flicking the flame
That will bring you to li...
Monday 22nd February 2016 10:26 am
Textures of shame
Glass sides tip away the hope of perception and cameras flash away any hint of reflection
at this hub of metal minds and stiff bodies.
This soft grey raven digs for existence among the steel nest of discardment.
Every sip a taste of us, our residue his everything.
Around me, gold fingered bird-watchers with their fogged up binoculors,
tasting their uncessary glory.
Molten pride down th...
Thursday 20th November 2014 3:30 pm
Losing Faith
Send away my sweet caress, bring me nights of guiltiness,
Break my heart and break my bones, this is the only way I've known. I fade to grey so suddenly, not half the man that I used to be, The peace in my heart has gone, I wonder whic...
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 8:06 pm
Digital Clock Blues
Digital Clock Blues
the pulsing dots on my digital clock
are slightly out of sync
with my thumping heart and spinning head
I’m so drunk I can’t think
I see your face like neon taste
it makes me want for home
my hair’s a mess my clothes un-pressed
Oh Christ! I need a comb
my love’s shot down in rainbow ruin
I’ve played the game and lost
now the drinking’s stopped me thinking
and I...
Monday 5th May 2014 7:41 pm
love like a bullet in the face
you are ticking the subscription of a shotgun smile
the restless reminder, the stranger behind you,
twice barrelled quarantine of lush glories
tar fingered around the ringed copper, broken and unworthy,
smoking in the buttoned up knowledge of hereditary tracts,
winter tracks and the plastic penance of a youthful slaver
“x” shan't mark the spot where we shall bury you
a shallow...
Saturday 15th February 2014 9:14 pm
That Which Autumn Leaves
That Which Autumn Leaves
The clowns were funny in the ring,
as they joked and tumbled and fell -
but in the camp, after the show,
they made our young lives hell.
Still in their masks of garish paint
and drunk on Vodka shots,
they cut and bruised and beat us,
hatching cruel, twisted plots.
I never saw the demons
lurking safe behind the masks
...
Tuesday 14th May 2013 11:50 am
Encounter (This Motorway's Mine)
Encounter (This Motorway’s Mine).
A black crow struts down the central reservation,
pecking at the remnants of undefined road-kill.
The white dotted line stretches out forever –
reminds me of the perforated slip on a tax form –
something that’s required but causes great effort
to tear along regardless, and sod the consequence.
A lemon-curd sandwich, parke...
Thursday 21st March 2013 11:02 am
Confessions Of A Self-Berating Splurger - A seasonal ditty
I know I’ve got a lot of stuff and no, I don’t need much more.
I know advertising’s full of guff and persuasion is what it’s for.
I know others needs are greater, but too often I forget
As I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.
No matter if you’re measuring in common, pounds or pence,
Too often it would seem that we have more money than sense.
I kno...
Thursday 27th December 2012 11:11 pm
August Storm (written August 2011)
August spawned a raging storm
four nights we watched our TV burn
we wrung our hands in shock and shame
then looked for someone else to blame
gazing over the fresh grown rubble,
the long term surplus of borrowed trouble
it begs a question with which we must wrestle.
if it’s only the threat of burning petrol
that makes the truth of now more palpable
...
Friday 24th August 2012 3:21 pm
Bonding Over the Argos Catalogue
I’m stuck for what to buy for my 11 year old
So big sister prises herself off Facebook
to help spend my money
(an honourable cause, in her books)
and suddenly we’re flicking through the years
as she remembers the day Santa died
a friend’s house, a dinner table
how adult and child laughed as they stuck the knives in
how she’d wanted to cry, but joined in
ten ...
Friday 30th December 2011 10:00 am
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