Poetry Blogs (2018, games)
Sometimes life is like playing a board game...
It gets so mundane
When each day
Couldn't stay long
On the square
You were on
Kept sliding away
At the edge
And he's ready
Still win this
So in the game
Thursday 19th September 2019 10:45 am
Walking down this endless road,
Never knowing which way to go.
Each path seems dark,
harder than the last,
constantly hiding from the past.
I try to find the strength to move on,
But each time I do, you still want to have
your fun. When will it sink in?
You will never win.
I’m done playing,
You might think you’re staying.
Truth is you’re as temp...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 9:40 pm
Baby, oh cry "red red" baby!
Red stare, double dare me, baby.
You look angry maybe,
that frown like a red cloak across your gaze
with your silver tongue
words like shining bullets
cutting me down with your mad arms.
What mad, bad arms you have!
What a mad, bad glare you have!
All the better to come swinging at me
with those meaty limbs like axes.
Oh, please baby I'...
Sunday 12th June 2016 2:17 pm
There is a war rallied between our hearts:
some people say love,
other people play love.
But when life becomes a game,
when words can only be spoken by characters,
when breath can only be projected by theatre
then I lose myself...so you lose me....and I risk losing you....
And the curtains fall shut -
And the dice stops rolling -
We lost the bet.
Tuesday 31st May 2016 1:33 am
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
Memories of old,
flooding fast through my mind,
some tinged with sadness
and some, sweet sublime.
A fireside reverie shared
with eyes so bright,
an audience of innocence
and excited delight.
The crackling logs
on the fires of time,
the little rapt faces as
you feed them a line.
Of thunder, lightning,
and rain as we run!
Friday 17th July 2015 4:38 pm
What’s a’foot, or perhaps, a’paw?
The doggy population just continues to grow.
One, two, three four legged ‘friends’, stretchy leads a’tangle.
Dogless people do beware, those sniffing noses approach, at the right angle.
Leaping up to a gent, aiming straight at the lap
For ladies wearing mini’s they don’t need a map
It all adds to humankind’s woes
Who’s in charge? When we see that al...
Friday 13th March 2015 11:18 am
At our school we wore red ties and big, blue, woolly sweaters.
Groaning, frowning, learning all those numbers, saints and letters.
The nuns were big and ruthless and they loved to swish the cane.
The summer skies were always blue, it never seemed to rain.
I had a cat sewn in my bag - I couldn’t read my name -
till some wise wit made fun of it – I n...
Friday 26th April 2013 7:16 pm