Poetry Blogs (2018, discovery)
Nicola Beckett on The Cost Of Your Hand (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on big lots (5 hours ago)
I took both pills now I’m stuck in the Matrix,
Aware of this reality yet struggling to shake it.
Can’t fake it - feels too real,
Trying to find truth in amongst the spiel.
But that’s life as we’ve been conditioned
yet what do we choose?
Can a sovereign body be abused?
Or a spirit!
Or a soul!
must the rabbit have a hole?
I turned right at Albuquerque, now I’m in the zone....
Monday 9th March 2020 9:50 pm
The haunting past,
The heart of anxiety,
The present limitations,
The lack of belief in myself,
Uncertainty of knowing myself,
These are the lions in my den,
The lighting and thunder in my storm,
The dark walls enclosing on my shoulders,
The waves that are ready to pummel me in my ocean of lif...
Thursday 14th June 2018 3:38 am
Humming bird, buzzing bird
flying high, oh so absurd.
how i wish i flew to see the forming dew
then left another morning new.
there will be room for you.
on the star we'll fly so high
over, under, in the sky.
singing fairies lulabies.
watching rolling tides.
flying slow flying low,
over swaying medows
seeking stars that glow,
then going home.
Wednesday 8th July 2015 4:07 pm
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm