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How Did It Get So Late So Soon? [song version]
How Did It Get So Late So Soon?
The man who scared the ghosts away,
The woman who healed wounds with a kiss,
I think of them more nowadays
In sad and troubled times like this.
No longer there to hug the pain
From tired bones and broken hearts,
To shield you from the winter rain
That permeates where old age starts.
Another day of fleeting tasks
From rising su...
Tuesday 5th November 2024 2:36 pm
Aching All Over
Aching All Over
My back aches and my head aches
And my eyes ache in bright light
My arms ache and my hands ache
When I go to bed at night
But when anybody asks me
I just say that ‘I’m alright’
Aching All Over
My ears ache when I listen
To those heavy metal hits
My stomach aches after a curry
My arse aches after the shits
My toes and fingers ache
As ...
Sunday 6th September 2020 5:25 pm
Dead Leaves
Dead Leaves
You once grew green
On lofty branches
Defiant against the clouds
Fluttering in the breeze
But now the tree has gone
Just a pale ghost of memory
And the sky is dominant
In my front windows
Your first death was brittle
Old man skeleton scratching
Whipping up your decline
In whorls of frustration
And when the rain came
Like falling tears
...Tuesday 4th February 2020 12:37 pm
Janus
Janus
When we were young
we raged against the storm
biting at our hormones,
engulfing our senses
and our sensibilities.
The deep penetrating
oxblood on our
Doctor Martin boots
polished
to an indignant sheen.
Pre-conditioner hair,
split ends and acne,
Shredded Wheat moustache.
A groove worn on the chin
by pondering fingers.
Myopic ...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 7:10 pm
I Am The Scarecrow
I Am The Scarecrow
I am the scarecrow.
Hanging from this wooden frame,
a skeleton of twisted wood
that creaks and groans in protest
at the ravages of age.
The ice cold rain
trickles through my straw flesh
bringing chills to every movement
and dull aches to the knotted joints.
I am the scarecrow.
My sack-cloth head
full of sawdust ideas
that spill fr...
Thursday 21st January 2016 2:13 pm
Forget Me Not
Forget Me Not
“Be grateful for the light”,
my mum would say.
I remember that
as if it were only yesterday.
“Because, without it
the dark will never go away
and what’s hidden in it
will be inclined to stay”.
I had a son -
but I forget his name.
Yesterday,
someone like him came
to visit me -
but he was not the same,
because m...
Monday 25th March 2013 4:41 pm
A Step Towards Winter
A STEP TOWARDS WINTER.
I look into the mirror’s depthless space
and note the wrinkles that, somehow have grown
into something I wish I didn’t own.
The knife of age has cut into my face.
The greys within my hair have moved apace
from where the bird of youth had lightly flown
to make a nest of life that it could own.
I wish it hadn’t sprinted in that race.
...
Friday 1st March 2013 3:08 pm
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