Poetry Blog by Charlie Preston
A sleek, scintillating surface quivers,
Supple perception spills liquid flickers -
Faster than a blush – a rough rash rushes,
Pulsates and flushes: cascading shivers
Her nebulous body shifts fluently,
And oozes – slick as subtle deception
To palpate and manipulate matter:
You submit to her brutal scrutiny
Suddenly unsafe, amorphous, and nude
As she is, She p...
Saturday 17th October 2020 10:08 am
A galaxy is growing in my bin,
Whilst comets crash into the Chinese rug,
A blackhole bobs beside the biscuit tin,
And minute moons rotate around a mug.
The white dwarf in the fridge could curdle cream,
Spacetime inside the dryer steals some socks,
A wormhole warps the washing; starts to steam,
As pulsars tick off time like cuckoo clocks.
A silky milkyway sleeps i...
Thursday 4th April 2013 6:12 pm
How can I be better?
Perhaps a tight sweater -
To flatter my hooters -
Would that make me cuter?
Work smarter? Get fitter?
Expand my grey matter?
Or maybe be muter?
I need a life tutor.
I'll grow to be greater,
A clever debater -
I'll pare down the patter,
And trivial chatter.
I'll learn to write letters,
In elegant meter.
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 4:58 pm
The capers in the cupboard decompose.
Congealing jalepenos germinate.
The gherkin’s great, green girth no longer grows,
But shrinks: each wrinkled pickle must deflate.
Decaying in the dark since ’93,
The furry, flaccid, festering fungi,
And green, obscene gelatinous curry,
Black jam jars buzzing with a fuzz of flies.
Foul fluid in the tins begins to clot,
Monday 1st April 2013 4:43 pm
I picture you in someone else’s room -
In bed - a stranger’s ceiling overhead,
Awake in the gloom; feeling unfulfilled,
Cheerless and chilled by secrets left unsaid.
You’re wearing your usual man costume –
A routine face; average arms for regular embrace:
The suit you assume (crustacean casing)
For slapdash debasing and slipshod disgrace.
Whilst I, si...
Saturday 25th August 2012 6:36 pm
I was asked to write a series of verses for greetings cards. Here are some of them:
Birthday – Husband
Some women say that men are strange and that they hale from Mars -
They tinker with their nuts and bolts; the Sat. Nav. in their cars,
But without you, my Martian friend, I would not feel like Venus:
Greeted happily each day by a big, friendly… smile.
Birthday – Wife
Thursday 23rd August 2012 3:58 pm
Dedicated to Amber who wasn't Amber.
Do you remember when the most exciting place was the bench
In the park? And our fantasy clinch; a kiss in the dark?
When we stirred at the stench of CK1 -
Blouse buttons undone for a rash remark?
The kohl eyeliner, and transfer tattoos
On our breasts, glitter too - down low-cut vests?
Bra straps on show: neon Day-Glo, ...
Wednesday 22nd August 2012 1:07 am