Poetry Blogs (2018, rhyme)
They say we carry the dead with us,
And most are surprised by the weight.
We hoist them up on our shoulders,
And imagine our strength is adequate.
But invariably we fault and stumble.
We stagger and trip and fall
We can’t see a way out of this trouble
Each partition becomes a wailing wall
We drop them in the middle of our marriage.
We trip over them when we try...
Thursday 12th July 2018 12:15 pm
We live for what we have,
We live with what we’ve got,
We live through all our troubles,
We live no matter what.
Till that day of sorrow,
Till all comes to a pause,
Then all we see is darkness
And wonder what once was.
Then it is too late to care
You’ve died without a clue.
So what you do now that you live,
Well, that is up to you.
Monday 23rd April 2018 3:11 pm
If I went to a professional they'd probably say it started when I was younger
Which begs the question why it didn't affect my older brother
Maybe it's just the way my brain is wired
I'm just so god damn sick and tired
Of being so damn sick and tired
Why am I always so fucking tired?
I just go through the motions
All the days just blend together
The only thing keeping me going
Is the hopes...
Monday 15th January 2018 9:52 pm
Friday 17th November 2017 1:12 am
Friday 22nd September 2017 9:19 pm
So, she saw herself as he’d envisioned,
And woven softly her own prison,
Caught herself inside the prism
Of self-denial, twice-refined by the schism,
That she’d been pitted in, when she resisted hitting him,
But he was hitting her, he told her he’d stop and she believed him which is worse,
He believed him cursed, he believed her a demon in a skirt, he was spitting dirt,
In a d...
Sunday 3rd September 2017 2:37 pm
Lately I’ve been wondering,
Wondering in the lowlands,
Lately I’ve been following,
Any star that shines,
Painfully I’ve swallowed,
Poisoned arrows that led me here,
They whispered dreams and virtue,
Didn’t know it would crumble to tears.
I can’t help it,
Every man has felt it,
Though you try to help me.
Where every map leads backward,
Tuesday 11th April 2017 8:31 pm
There was a woman named Jane,
Who never liked to see it rain.
So she listened to the song umbrella,
So she could dance with a nice fit fella.
All work and no play is grim,
So she goes to turkey for a little swim.
Off she goes for all inclusive,
Whilst she looks at all the exclusives.
Keep the drinks coming, it’s all paid for,
Whilst Jane settles down on the sea shore.
Cheers cock she l...
Thursday 7th July 2016 7:06 pm
The nines of the world curl, whole and enticing
Fat eights wobble but do not fall
Sevens sharply the space are slicing
Sixes are comforting, rock and cradle us all
Fives are boldly pregnant but sheltered
Fours chop up, down, over and square
Threes make promises, round and salted
Twos are monopods, stomping here and there
But ones like raindrops slip in, here ...
Friday 18th December 2015 8:10 pm
Can a Mime
make a rhyme?
Sure a Mime
can make a rhyme.
But who would
Sunday 1st November 2015 1:46 am
You always said you worried
for the ones you'd leave behind
and what they had to go through
as they watched your health decline
I never fully understood
how you found the strength to fight
never once self pitying
though you had every right.
Never once did you complain
or state life was unfair
rejecting help because you felt
it better served elsewhere
the tears you shed wer...
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 10:48 am
If you were a dog
we'd have put you sleep
before the loss of memory
and dragging of feet
before the confusion
and constant frustration
haunted with the knowledge
your life would be taken.
The jumbled speech
and declining sight
the fears that kept
you up at night
the lack of food
going into your system
the morphine drip
and doctors inspections.
The saddened look
Sunday 20th July 2014 2:19 pm
I found a picture of you today
it rocked me to the core
showing you smiling, full of life
before your cancer war
it broke my heart to see it though
and made me question why
the ones who mean the most to us
are taken before their time?
Filled with so much more to give
oh how you spread your love
always there for anyone
and never one to judge
you taught me vital lessons, which
Sunday 20th July 2014 12:56 am
One more day I wanted
from the moment that you passed
one more conversation
to hear you talk and laugh
a year gone by already
and the void you left remains
this loneliness unbearable
can't shift this fucking pain.
I tried to drink and smoke myself
into an early grave
momentary respite from grieving
I still crave
but nothing numbs the feeling
of a paren...
Saturday 19th July 2014 11:48 am
Not another white nigger!
Was the statement thrown at me
by some un-evolved, knuckle dragging, pissed up mistake of humanity
in a Wetherspoons pub toilet
spreading his intellectual views
I glanced to witness my aggressor
and saw him pissing on his shoes.
I should take him more seriously I thought
after seeing what he'd done
please teach me sir all you have learned
Sunday 15th June 2014 3:03 pm
I break everything I touch; At first seemingly simple- But soon too much, For my games are so nimble. My feelings out of reach- always too far to touch. And not made known through speech; I am an observer- I keep my distance; I am not a conformer- And at times lack resistance. I speak my words carefully, I am a reformer- And I shall go about it tastefully, Though always be straig...
Friday 25th April 2014 4:27 pm
The photo is the poem, and it is called we can escape. It is about love and adventure.
Friday 25th April 2014 4:09 pm
This is a fairly new piece, yet to be aired at Open Mic events.
I wrote it basically inspired by "The Fence", Tim Minchin's musical diatribe about 'dichotomies' in the world.
Not to ruin the mystique but I once had a long tedious conversation with a wealthy 'hippie' type in her local affable, bubble wrapped village. I was surprised to find out she was an atheist, she owne...
Sunday 2nd February 2014 10:22 am
Itchy eyes get claustrophobic
And crawl out of their cradle skin,
Down copper and carbon conductive tracks
That refract, through a Prism.
On through invisible fire walls of steel machines,
A thousand eyes, packed inside, one computer screen.
Crashing through Windows like sun light,
Juicing Apples, and goggling your Google Plus.
The paradime online, access anytime,
Free ride fo...
Friday 21st June 2013 10:06 pm
When Obama goes to bed,
Before he rests his weary head,
Does he say a prayer for those,
His unmanned drones left comatose?
Does he shed a single tear,
As Palestinians live in fear?
Does he hear their cries and still,
Think collateral damage, is a necessary ill?
Does he talk to God, on sleepless nights,
They discuss Islamic rebels by candlelight.
Which freedom fighters to arm...
Saturday 18th May 2013 12:13 am
Stop the cuts, and stop the closures,
Private companies, trying to own us,
Globalist profits, tax payer exposure,
Figures kept under wraps, like a banker’s bonus.
Stop the cuts, ‘cos they’re completely unfair,
There’s no need, for cuts to welfare.
Why not abolish Trident next year,
And concentrate on the families living in fear?
Struggling to pay the rent this month,
Friday 26th April 2013 8:21 pm
When the dust and dirt
That lies on life's rugged road,
Gets displaced and dissipates
Under a titanic truckload.
When equal forces meet
They repeat, and unseat
Life's rhymic refrain,
Revolve and run on into a hurricane.
Forms a storm
That torments your brain.
Condensation collects like the pains.
White clouds turn to rain,
Floating far away,...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 8:53 pm
Sometimes it’s better when you don’t have to love,
Easier when she just doesn’t give a fuck,
She said I didn’t play the pornstar, and that’s a good start,
But tonight we’ll agree neither of us have a heart.
And like a weight that’s been relieved,
Like new lungs still waiting to breathe,
There’s no pressure, or so I made myself believe.
So in the morning you can just get up and lea...
Sunday 31st March 2013 8:39 pm
Support the troops they say, well I do,
When I stand here and tell you politicians real values,
Now how about some support from the government too?
The injured wait years for benefit payments to come through.
That's why there's soldiers sleeping on the streets of our cities,
Victims of war deserve more after those attrocites.
Support the troops, says Obama from the...
Sunday 24th March 2013 5:01 pm
Free Shaker Aamer,
The last Londoner in Guantanamo
Ten years of detension,
Is where American taxes go.
Said he'd let those people go
Just goes to show,
Doesn't matter which side of the coin you throw,
To torture with no charge, is where your taxes go.
Free Shaker Aamer,
Cos it's the right thing to do
Sign the petition,
Wednesday 20th March 2013 10:12 pm
Reflected in my beer
A face appears
That I haven't seen in years.
Says he's just had his heart broke,
So I offer him a smoke
And an attempt at a joke.
Through ambient amber hazes
We discussed the settled dust
And how we'd performed on our seperate stages.
How he'd backflipped
Into a basket,
That became a funeral casket.
Sunday 17th March 2013 10:18 pm
Tuesday 5th March 2013 11:26 am
It’s not the same for banksters,
The real gangsters,
Never wind up in handcuffs.
Behind scandals, there’s board rooms,
And JP Morgan goons,
That don’t care if you choke on the fumes,
Of their cooperate joyriding,
As long as you keep abiding,
By standards they’d never live by,
Like eating a steak pie,
That’s 99 per cent horse and 1 per cent fly!
Thursday 21st February 2013 9:52 pm
Close calls and near misses,
Is it really worth it for drunken kisses?
No, that’s just letting off steam, like when a kettle hisses,
It’s the soul kisses that leave your brain in eclipses.
Remaniises, of what was once tender,
Maybe it’s better to be drunk, so your mind doesn’t render
This kiss important, gets scrambled in the mental blender
So you can lie abo...
Wednesday 6th February 2013 7:56 pm
'Cos it’s the ones that you love,
that will hurt you the most.
Sometimes you wish they’d die
Because you can’t get cut by a ghost.
But that’s the voice of a coward
Like Ben Burnanke infront of congress,
Leads to bong hits.
I’ve walked several times,
To Hell and back,
Old flame and fiery tendrils appeal
When there’s a storm on your back.
I’ll take the ...
Saturday 5th January 2013 9:22 am
The soul of an artist,
famine or harvest.
An exercise in extremity,
Raw yet crafted
a tool made from bone
fleshed out by interpreting existence.
The soul of an artist,
famine or harvest.
An exercise in extremity,
A fusion of real and surreal
a soulful symbiote
intertwined with their ver...
Monday 19th November 2012 5:25 pm
He loves me
in a modern way. He texts me
almost every day. He posts his thoughts
on facebook pages and finds
my crazy cats outrageous. I think
there is a lot we share; Music, films,
the open air. Maybe he'll make
my life complete. I wonder
if we'll ever meet?
Thursday 1st November 2012 7:11 pm
Can a mime make a rhyme?
Sure a mime can make a rhyme
But who would hear it?
Sunday 27th May 2012 12:36 am
My definition in rhyme.
I write rhyme
Because, I like rhyme.
I like rhyme
Because sometimes, rhyme rights me.
Sometimes, me, I fight rhymes,
Sometimes, rhyme fights for me.
But I never bite rhymes,
Because I likes mines.
See they mine my mind so deep
That even I don’t know what they’ll find.
If this was cranial surgery, my loved ones would weep,...
Wednesday 29th December 2010 11:21 am
To Hell with it, it's time I ran.
I've let you hold me down for long enough.
If nothing else, these roads know who I am,
and will remind me, as I track their span,
that I'm still strong. Do you define my truth?
The Hell you do. It's time I ran
until my heart forgets the way you slammed
it hard, your words like punches to the gut.
If nothing heals, the...
Wednesday 17th March 2010 8:50 am
Some poets dream of metre and scheme, of sonnets and couplets that scan,
But there’s one little word, though it seems quite absurd, that exposes the flaw in their plan.
There’s an amber skinned fruit that has been at the root of the nation’s poetic malaise,
This everyday citrus can find poets witless as they stare at a blank page for days.
If one pairs clementine with lemon and lime repetition...
Sunday 11th January 2009 2:13 am
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