Poetry Blogs (2019, free)
Don't wear contact lenses
Your eyes are my Ocean
Let me feel your lovely senses
And see you my Queen.
Don't use makeup material
Just be same as you are
Rosy cheeks are really natural
looks for me as star.
Don't cut your shiny hair
I love it to become so long
Set free your hair to air
And let me enjoy the song.
Monday 11th February 2019 6:14 pm
I do not get it when they say,
We will not make it one day,
I do not get it, when they laugh,
On us and on our scars
I do not get it when they do not believe us,
How crazily can this world suck?
I cannot express the pain in words,
Let’s run because we seem cursed
Let’s run away from the chains of pain,
Let’s run away where we can dance in rain,
Let’s run as ...
Monday 21st January 2019 8:38 am
I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Saturday 8th September 2018 11:20 am
Once you've been touched by the "C"
You'll no longer ever be free
It stains me, sticks with me
I just want to be released
But I'm haunted by this vicious disease
That aims to end lives, make me deceased
We may halt it, but it never truly leaves
It's tangled within me, lingering in my bloody Genes!
You never know what's lurking underneath
Not everything is always as it seems
It steals y...
Friday 10th August 2018 2:16 pm
I'm addicted to, all the
Things you do. The way
You look at me, make me
Breathe. I can face this now,
With you I now know how.
Your words enlighten me,
Your eyes, they help me see,
I've never felt this free.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 10:16 pm
We Belong Here
Oh how we fly up away from the earth
A great nice happy feel good joyous rapture
Letting go of the ground's grip to ascend
Up into the blue blue blue where God lives
Along with Mother Nature and her elements
Nothing but beauty exists here in all ways
Ferocious to sublime to indifferent it's all here
Up where the angels live higher than cloud number nine
Thursday 29th March 2018 5:44 pm
She has dark days and dark nights, and bright days and starry skies. He was diluting the darkness into brightness. But then he became annoyed at her darkness and started to see it all the time even when it wasn’t there. He would poke and prod for it, he was finding boxes of darkness that didn’t exist until he started creating them and suddenly she had more to carry than she realised. He was shouti...
Monday 12th March 2018 12:19 am
My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.
"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.
On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:44 am
My now long gone Auntie Nancy
My ants in her pants Auntie Nance
Her ideas for me set before I was born
She said "I hope he's a devil, a cheeky little devil"
Then always beside me from that day on
Encouraging that little devil to push his cheeky boundaries
Another mother for me alongside her closest sister
Mother to hundreds through her caring ways
Dedicated carer of Liverp...
Friday 1st September 2017 6:41 pm
One day I'll meet you In that place!!
I don't take drugs
I tried a couple times
So I can tell you what it feels like
I don't drink
Probably all the sips I've ever had
Could amount to 2 glasses of white wine and those sambuca shots when I was 17yrs old!
I love dancing
I don't seem to do it much
But I love moving
That I do everyday with Yoga
I love fashion and...
Saturday 20th May 2017 12:45 am
This poem came to me after a visit to London, where I was thunderstruck by the scale and beauty of the restored Reading Room at the British Museum. I was also wrestling with Existentialism at the time.
A Book of Hours
There was Time when its Arrow
flowed like a ticking clock
as it carved the future from the past
like a blind sculptor in one dimension
Saturday 14th January 2017 12:32 pm
It has taken ahold of me once more.
Basking and marinating;
my life is in limbo.
At a halt,
with a glance,
and then just as quickly sets as the sun.
Moments are cherished
but then despised with a gun.
Feeling the chambers loaded with each shell,
the thought it so real,
But where does that leave us?
Friday 25th September 2015 3:37 am
Saturday 6th December 2014 9:56 am
Currently compling my second collection of poetry.
It will be available in paperback in the usual places but also as a free pdf file to download and read on your reader of choice
Thursday 15th August 2013 10:28 am
drink it quickly,
before it’s 8:30am
and it’s to late
Qi Gong till it’s time for more medication
Qi Gong is your medication
Medication makes you come down
Take it at 10am
Take before you go up
Before you notice you’re awake
Don’t forget your medication
Take it on an empty stomach,
Friday 9th March 2012 9:10 pm
I've put together most of my poems from my 15year career 1996-2011 in a FREE download in ebook form. See what you think. My work is on many topics and views lol. Nick.
Tuesday 20th September 2011 1:18 pm