Poetry Blogs (2019, first love)
I loved looking at him
the way his eyes crinkled at the sight of the sun
our white shoes getting messy in the sand
The sound of the lake water hitting the shore line
No communication just sounds of nature filling our ears
She loved him more than she could fathom
But he was too busy to notice
So she took screenshots with her mind
to remember his face and the way she f...
Thursday 26th September 2019 1:42 am
The strength of your light
catches me unguarded
how brightly you shine
how confusing to me
The confidence of your glow
magnetic from all angles
I'm softened in the shadows
but your light does not permit them
so challenging to me
Brighter than in our youth
brighter still than photographs
we talk and take a new one
twenty years since the...
Saturday 8th June 2019 11:57 am
I’ll never forget the day that I met Dawn from Didcot.
Her eyes like pools of fire, all watery and bloodshot.
I found her reminiscent of all of the four seasons.
For a very wide and varied number of notable reasons.
She was Reminiscent of Spring time, of April showers and dew.
Because every time she Shpoke, she shpat all over you.
She reminded me of Winter, of icic...
Thursday 21st February 2019 11:50 pm
Dear Truly Beloved Customer Care
I have a small problem with one of your wares
I’m not after a new one or a replacement spare
Just wondered if this one is not beyond repair
In Ninety-One you gave me this heart
Which really was awfully sweet
I wasn’t too smart, broke it apart
How I’ve tried to make it complete
Yet now I fear, after 23 years, it appears
I have cocked up it...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:56 pm
Fancy, free, doing whatever I please and not giving a f$ck about the consequence of my actions. I ran into trouble and I think I liked it. Chocolate fire. Wild and crazy, full of fun a laughter. We laughed and grew over the years. He gave me a glimpse of what a boyfriend could be. I left for school and he bounced in and out of lock down. Not quite what I wanted, but at that point I didn’t even kno...
Monday 11th June 2018 8:42 pm
The Mayfly Dance
It snowed on Christmas Eve
Nineteen Seventy Six
But that was later.
Earlier we had all met up
In our favourite student pub
Everyone under age and eager
The girls in cheesecloth shirts
And tight fitting Levis
The boys sporting long hair and moustaches
We didn’t look Seventeen
As we chose the jukebox plays
Of Zeppelin, Skynyrd ...
Saturday 20th May 2017 12:41 pm
All I ever wanted was to be all that someone needed
Friday 11th September 2015 1:35 pm