Poetry Blogs (2019, Moving)
Is not mine
But our time
You’ve made your bed in my dreams
I lie in it
this isn’t me
I would part with my skin
If it weren’t attached
And never look back
Each night when I close my eyes for sleep
I see you in my head
Your feet poke out one side of your bed
It makes me giddy for you
I end up crawling in bes...
Thursday 15th August 2019 9:13 am
it can rip your heart away.
it points the way to your grave.
Every lie I ever told was true,
like all the smiles I fake for you.
my layers of achievements’ truth.
it puts the blood upon your mouth.
it’s washed upon the ground.
Creases cut into a romantic brain.
We spiral down.
Romanticize a prayer
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:05 am
Preamble: for this week's Saturday Rhymers theme of "moving", just for FUN repeat FUN, here is my first attempt at a... well, you'll see.
Gotta keep on moving ‘cos it hurts to stand still.
Gotta weep in proving that my work’s not landfill,
Gotta seek to be outrageous ‘cos this weakness is contagious,
Gotta be a freak to speak out and break out of all these cages.
Saturday 8th December 2018 10:31 am
I remain broken
Soft, baby pink.
Gentle, rose petal pink.
Full of love, heart shaped pink.
Lipstick for the ladies pink.
Sickly-sweet icing pink.
Prim and proper,
don’t get your dress dirty,
“You’re such a girl,” he jokes,
As I refuse the offer, of one of his, ‘smokes.’
His eyes alive wit...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 10:18 am
Riding the night train home
you fall asleep, head on my shoulder
I watch our reflection in the glass
watching our reflection
as you sleep
on the night train home…
It’s a short walk on a summer evening
a short walk to our place
my arm around your shoulder
pulling you in close
I look up into the sky
but I see no stars...
Tuesday 6th September 2016 11:08 pm
Tyre tracks on dirt roads
looking for the eye
or something on the other side
Peddle kisses the floor
world whips past the window
tearing up the old road
headed North, searching for more
We were happy here
but could there be greater happiness
storm is a chorus
always another verse
on the other side…
In some mad way
we’re headed for a great...
Tuesday 7th June 2016 11:24 am
Empty boxes now unpacked,
I pretty sure I left with more.
A new house with new memories,
But an old house with bare floors.
Still there's promise in the air,
And potential in the frame.
Perhaps here I will thrive,
I know it can't be the same.
Sunday 20th July 2014 9:55 am
They dwell in strange rooms
the murky recesses of affordability
barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks
chair pushed up against the door
flakes of lives flung everywhere
A curtain, a quilt - who can really say?
A bare bulb hangs in an open window
no shade inside from day or night
Still lives go on; the rudimentary,
ramshackle, clutching at homeliness
the need for shelter unites us all
A hotel, a shed - who ca...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 3:25 pm
I’m one of the boys; I’m one of them who lives in my southern English town of Witches’ Elbow.
We just love it in our quaint little town by the sea, we chill out on the beach on the long summer nights, drinking warm beer and making love on the sand dunes knowing these moments will last forever.
I’m originally from the north and moved to Witches’ Elbow coz I ...
Monday 3rd October 2011 3:20 pm
Gather them all together
pack those verses tight
place them in the boxes
make sure they're labelled right
For poetry in motion
can have meanings more than one
we've lived here seven years and more
but soon we'll be moving on
So many things to sort through
the trappings of our lives
odd tools there in that drawer
including pocket knives
All of them have meanings
that others cannot see
and may yet find them...
Monday 4th January 2010 5:42 pm