Poetry Blogs (2017, family)
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
i want to marry you.
maybe we'll both wear dresses
maybe Skyler will be our best man
maybe my family won't be invited
maybe Steve will walk me down the isle
maybe our color will be black
or dark red
or a deep purple
maybe you'll have half your head shaved
and I'll have an arm covered in tattoos
maybe our first dance will be to an Incubus song
maybe to an Ed Sheeran song
Saturday 11th November 2017 3:33 am
have you ever experienced
you question your beliefs?
I'm an atheist.
I don't believe in a god
or an afterlife
makes me wonder
if over the course of time
have been colliding
and that's why
is so natural
I'm not talking about something romantic
but something innocent
for he has touched my hea...
Monday 30th October 2017 6:57 am
Only in the dark I see the day.
I see the day when the sky is full of stars.
I see the day were you only hear the wind howling smoothly in my window.
The noises of the animals being alive;
were you can hear only a little the waves of the ocean...
That's when I think of us more deeply.
Only in the dark I see my dreams flowing closely,
telling me that dreams could be realities waiting for m...
Thursday 26th October 2017 2:07 pm
An Englishman’s Home
Our life together has fashioned some melancholic times,
White lies and absurd secrets threatening our connubial bond.
Misfortunes have conspired to smash down our familial castle
Yet the walls and foundation laid beneath them remain strong.
And through the haze of shadowed memory and retrospect
Some little lights grow bright like welcome stars at ni...
Monday 23rd October 2017 9:16 pm
Her slippers shuffle along
The carpet, with swirls of faded bronze.
Wrinkled hands worn by casino youth, waltz
Through the smell of hot leather,
Balancing china cups and saucers.
With eyes that sing the marble green
Of the Empress staircase, her face is the ghost
Of a lost love.
And I, with tiny toes that cannot yet tap
On the ballroom floor below,
Eat jam sandwiches
On my Grandmot...
Tuesday 3rd October 2017 2:21 pm
Child of Empire, he freely starved in Valetta
Free to resent the many fat priests
Free to go
Stowaway to Istanbul
Free to be beaten by the Ottomans
Sent back to hunger
Not stopped yet
Stowaway to Britain
Set loose in Imperial London
Free to prosper
Free to work
Free-diver repairing Brighton’s Pier
Freely volunteered in 1914’s Expeditionary Force
Free to marry,...
Friday 29th September 2017 7:04 pm
color used to be a distant memory.
I had seen the world in black and white for so long
I couldn't even tell you the shades in a rainbow.
I had gotten used to playing along
when people would say
"look at how bright! look at how wonderful! look at how vivid! look at how beautiful the world is!"
I would smile
yeah, it's amazing
when all I saw were dismal shades of grey and bl...
Friday 22nd September 2017 3:51 pm
he met a force
it held him
... and wonder drained the world of substance
re-arranged the pages of his book to give more radiant a reading.
The light of new possibilities
pressed down on time.
The girl sang to him "You can hear the boats go by". He
Saturday 16th September 2017 6:06 pm
I won't run away from it
No matter how deep the shit
I swear that I'll never quit
I'll be here til the end of it
Skin that is bruising
Scars I'm not loosing
A time in my life where all I've seen abusing
Whip me, break me, beat me until I'm oozing
I'll still get up
Its my life your not choosing.
I make the choice to stay and endure
I make the choice because she is so pure
I'll take the...
Saturday 12th August 2017 6:52 am
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
The strands of us all
lived in a tassled green pouch,
bound by thread and bloodline.
The house that held it
still holds my softest days
in dream sequence;
of them all, slow Sunday afternoons
out back, in the care of hands
that performed miracles -
a table for my dolls to dine,
a wardrobe for their clothes,
a seesaw solid enough
for every one ...
Sunday 11th June 2017 9:16 pm
I feel the pricks of sand beneath my tender hands,
As though I were sat atop a shattered glass beach,
With my head cocked towards the blissful Sky.
I don't understand how this could be;
As I do not feel,
the pain of others within the crevices of my fingers.
For I was born to rain upon this world,
In magnificent showers.
But where I am now
-- between the se...
Monday 5th June 2017 6:04 pm
Looking towards my hands,
I feel them mutter a tone,
Of disdain and sadness,
Dirty and pale, bleeding out from within.
The colors of the honeycomb which is my life,
Building in a way to demonstrate the failures and flaws of my being,
To make it simply this: I feel trapped.
Trapped between the Rock and the grass of an ever developing future,
One, of course, that I ...
Monday 5th June 2017 5:57 pm
The clouds streak an arrow of neon green,
My shadow beneath,
Quivering in silence.
The sun, glistening through the holes in the patterns,
Showers its fluorescence across the earth below,
I stand in a section divided.
The sky is not yet Crimson in nature,
No, it sits still, below the stars, but above the trees,
How I remain stationary, though I sprint,
Monday 5th June 2017 5:53 pm
Away from the city
It's 'nice' districts
And 'not so nice'
Is where I find you
Even though you've been gone
For over a decade.
You'd rummage round the big market
Drink tea, coffee
From a local cafe
Staffed by friendly ladies
With time on their hands
Got up to look like maids
In an old Victorian cou...
Sunday 21st May 2017 6:32 pm
I know better
so why don't I do better?
Be angry and sin not
that's what the word says
that's what the world says
I'm tired and cranky
I just want to lie in bed
but lo and behold!
She is sleeping there
like Snorlax or Goldilocks
and I'm suppose to bear this?
too tired to fume
want to sweep this away
'Bring the broom, take out the trash,
Saturday 6th May 2017 1:38 am
Scoliosis – Abnormal lateral curvature of the spine – From the Greek Skolios
The angel used to dance high above
from down here
I gleefully watched her run rings
around the Cirrus and Nimbostratus
through long daylight and short moonlight
only touching the soil with her feet to make sure we were still safe and warm
Watching her stumble was an unnerving sight
the snag of a razor thin wi...
Friday 24th March 2017 11:41 pm
Will the birds sing in the garden
Will we go down to the sea
Will we build our castles of sand
Will there still be scones for tea
Will my father still be smoking
Will he jog me on his knee
Will summer days still last forever
Will there still be scones for tea
Will we dream of great adventures
Will westerns still be on TV
Will we sit ar...
Wednesday 22nd March 2017 5:06 pm
When my mother was alive
Our home was like a bee hive
Full of nector of life
An friendly faces
Now that she is gone,
And as time races
Relationships previously healthy And warm,
Fall to mistrust and harm
Like a string binding beads together
Mothers bring people close to one-another.
Tuesday 21st March 2017 9:42 pm
Reflection of Hope
Expectations of our lives are many and strained, those caulis moments of shared indifference are timed weeds in the garden of human experience, shallow of meaning, breathless in compassion, seedless in deed.
Choices heeded in battle, in a common walk, a stroll through the neighborhood, peering from ones stoop as if the world was at curbside and nothing else waited beyond t...
Monday 13th March 2017 1:55 am
blood that flows
thru my veins,
hard to live with
harder to live without.
worth the effort to protect
like walking a tight rope.
balance is the key...
can't be all about me.
planting a seed
transplanted thru generations,
harvested with great care
encore then adore
each bairn born.
It's a miracle
belittle the value,
let it ...
Thursday 9th February 2017 11:01 pm
In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib
In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit
In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created
In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with
In the beginning we were enough
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 2:37 pm
He left behind his broken wife and his scared son
He left us cold, all alone with no one
The vows, they meant nothing
The promises, broken
I just wish we meant something
More than just empty words spoken
I cried for days at a time
My young son wiped every tear
Leaving us was a crime
And now, it's been 1 year
Sunday 1st January 2017 11:32 pm