Poetry Blogs (2019, choice)
The razor thin space between
stimuli and response
I decided to put a
where love never ends
and be, just friends.
It was a defining decision.
He decided that without
certain stimuli, there would be
no response, just an end.
Tempting as it is to give in
to conditioned responses,
I'm riding the razor's edge
into a new frontier...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 6:57 pm
This is what I don't like about my parents dying
The awful fucking grief that kills me inside
The knowing I won't see them again in this world
I will have to wait till I cross to the other side
How will I find myself for the rest of my life?
Wondering knowing feeling hating these emotions
And thoughts that have never ever been like this before
It almost feels li...
Friday 8th June 2018 9:39 pm
I walk alone across a pale beach
at midnight, lit by shaky moonlight
reflected from the black ribs
of disturbed sea-shallows. A sharp breeze
beckons from the dunes; inviting warmth,
with duplicitous intent. My ease is not available
for casual enticement.
No, I seek a place of peaceful aloneness
where sloughing sand is my choice,
Thursday 19th October 2017 2:26 am
Too much time spent on not really knowing what's going on,
Here but wanting to be there,
There but worrying if I care,
Flirting on the peripharies of fitting,
Electricity rises up in my brain where frustration reigns,
Dishonest pockets grow and grow with the weight of days,
Until I am left with a lifeless gaze.
Thursday 20th October 2016 12:22 am
The flower head is set to burst wide open.
Dormant in this tired space,
Matured and rooted by the year,
It sways in gentle rhythm with this slowing autumn time.
Bulging now with future life, it stands
As testament to nature’s cycle.
Soon its seeds will spread afar,
Exploding silent and unseen, like time and time before.
And from the casting of those flyspeck seeds
Monday 1st August 2016 7:46 pm
In the weeping womb,
aborted of intent,
of what had never been,
of treasure never spent.
And they’re out there on the pavement
with placards bent on death,
to say we’re killing future’s
before future’s drawn a breath.
cannot be measured,
enough to judge another
but any hope there is
must dwell within a mother...
Friday 5th February 2016 5:12 am
The chances that are made today
Are not the choices for another day
They are opportunities for us to explore
Find the one you cannot ignore
The awakening of another day
Brings words we want to say
The faces we want to see
New places we could be
I see choices of adventure and mystery
Chances to restart making a new story
Maybe that tomorrow is you and I
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:36 pm
I am noise and thought,
I am not who I ought.
I am freedom,
I am fight,
I am the smallest glimpse of starlight,
In the deepest, darkest, stormy night.
Because of fear,
In spite of fear,
The death of hate and ignorance,
Is what keeps me alive.
I speak for the minority,
A voice for words feared spoken.
With ink and web,
My words are spread,
And your weak bullets are broken.
Monday 12th January 2015 3:58 pm
Saturday 12th January 2013 1:54 pm
PASSENGERS OF LIFE
You’re a passenger of life livin’ out your remainin’ days on borrowed time.
You stick two fingers up to the world, life for you is not an oasis but it’s a charred blackened shell.
You steal from anyone to feed your dirty habit, as you slowly deteriorate in your own little hell.
When they find you dead in your bath, a load of needles by your side, w...
Sunday 2nd October 2011 1:18 pm
There is no sense to dream about a prince,
There is no need your brain to rinse
When you are after thirty.
Better be a bit more flirty!
It’s time to chose
If you don’t want to lose
The time of your best years
Without knowing love affairs.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 22nd of September, 2011
Thursday 22nd September 2011 9:34 pm
Do you want to renounce violence against other people on a personal scale and on an international level, where countries are bombed and shelled? This isn’t good, people are injured and die. Think what happens if I hit someone and kill him with one punch, this does happen. If a mortar falls and kills a dozen people in a busy market place.
What does it solve? Each person has a relative ...
Friday 12th August 2011 11:36 pm