Poetry Blog by Leo
on Winter's Wolf (Tue, 10 Jan 2017 08:49 am)
The sharp-toothed skirmisher of January past
passes its knives by her cheeks;
the hillside heralds its shredded brown visage,
winter’s wolf howls the bitter conquest of the moors.
The season of concealing crowns and faces,
of cautious feet across the maze of wilted souls
to reach the lone tree, grey lightning petrified in time.
Frozen into the bark are age and time.
Monday 9th January 2017 4:51 pm
Pretender in my birth-suit;
living and yet not quite alive.
Every other guy
can thrive just fine.
What they are
is obvious to the eye.
flowing with the tide.
Body and stature
matches soul and mind.
Jaded and green-eyed,
wishing it were mine.
Every moment ensnared
within the wrong design.
The pretending must end;
I’ve served my time....
Monday 9th May 2016 4:50 pm
I'd like you to like me
and I'd like you to know,
Id doesn't like me and Superego doesn't know where to go.
I've planned a trip to where the tulips grow -
find a vein, push a plunger, let the psychotropes flow.
I know you don't like me
and we've nowhere to go.
Ego doesn't know what to do and Id has hate to sow.
I'd like you to, I'd like to oblige you to throw
Monday 11th April 2016 2:32 pm
It’s the final burial ground –
the place where they go to die;
lapping dirt-brown waves;
tourist couples bidding goodbye.
Ships slicing through soundlessly,
as smog adorns the sky.
A pigeon hobbles by on its stump,
while a gull lets out a mournful cry;
beside benches, an old man holds out his cup;
on the cobblestones stands a solitary bride.
A homeless girl leans agai...
Wednesday 30th March 2016 11:40 am
Do you love me now?
After I’ve gone to such lengths to straighten out
the kinks and fill in the chinks in my armour.
I try to smile and look respectable,
though it’s my reputation on the line and not yours,
and here the line is curved and squiggly.
It’s not just god, faith and honour anymore,
though I’m willing to try, even if the cost is terrible.
Do you love me now?...
Monday 28th March 2016 5:19 pm
She was always picturesque in the garden
and the bright pop of colour amidst the grey city
In his words he tried to capture her beauty,
with objective distance, where she was ardent
She coaxed out something within him,
reignited the flames where the chandelier had grown dim
She soothed the heaving seas of his fears
and knew how to brush away his tears
With a firm but intell...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 10:45 am
As a poet I ought
to devote a bit more care to my craft,
yet my rhymes are a crime
as I try to fit ‘find’ with ‘grime’.
Is it because I have too little time,
or just that I’m too lazy to count out the right syllables
and try to pass by with half-rhymes existing only in accents risible
along with a helpful helping of ‘artistic license’
with the vain hope that everything – so...
Monday 21st March 2016 5:12 pm
I said, my love, I’ve paid my dues,
the ferryman awaits,
though he does not wait for you.
We sat in silence as he guided his ship,
slicing through the slick ink of the Styx.
He helped me onto the dock with one
withered, sympathetic arm.
The dog and its three heads turned
to me, watching pensively.
They gave a yip; and beside the fallen tree,
a lone, bent-backed man pu...
Sunday 20th March 2016 10:25 am
Is the moon blue?
It turns its pale face to us;
Who knows whom its thoughts turn to.
It cannot cry, but only sigh in dust,
With no light of its own. Gasps thinly,
Too insubstantial for decay or rust.
Does it have unspoken sorrow of its own?
So it can only appear at night
And sometimes disappear, all alone,
And find solace in the dark unknown.
The sun burns away its ra...
Thursday 17th March 2016 5:28 pm
He goes for his morning walk,
with his ambling, enthusiastic gait;
he knows he’s lucky, and sunshine kisses his hair -
not yet grey, barely greying. He of fortunate fate,
makes his way over the field, calmly,
unharmed, green grass nipping his heels, and late
summer flowers bow to him. The sheep watch curiously,
then defer to the master of the estate.
The children whoo...
Tuesday 15th March 2016 11:14 am
a letter from you. It is typed,
in Times New Roman, font 12.
Your way of saying goodbye.
I never got to say anything back.
Face to face,
we only knew how to laugh
at each other. No point in being serious,
it can’t be serious.
I read it once and never again
because I know exactly what you mean
when you say it’s like leaping back into a hedge of thorns.
Saturday 12th March 2016 5:54 pm
He believes her to be beautiful beyond compare
She knows him to be as slow as a brain-dead hare
He believes she is a goddess wrought in alabaster
She knows him to be a servile fool under a master
He believes her to be witty, brighter than the sun
She knows him to be one with brains next to none
He believes her to be as precious as the furthest star
She knows him to be as dumb ...
Thursday 10th March 2016 2:21 pm
‘It’s my skin,’ she said,
But he still shook his head.
Did she not understand
The risk entailed? Once the
Fine pale surface was broken,
There was no going back.
The permanency of a foreign body
Worming its way beneath
Her flesh - this he could not
Permit. For her own good.
Though he paid no heed
To the multicoloured rings
And patterns that each faded
Tuesday 8th March 2016 10:55 am
Do you have colour in your cheeks?
Do you go to sleep remembering what you seek?
Do you recall what it was like to be corporeal,
or does it not feel like that at all?
Do you wake to find your pillow wet at night?
Do you see the wolves congregating under moonlight,
and howl at your own stupidity for staying inside?
Do you stare at the files on your desk each weekday
Sunday 6th March 2016 6:48 pm
You and I met at the most unfortunate time:
Shrieks of bodies being torn apart
Filled my ears as I looked into your eyes -
Earthy hazel, a grounding, on which I could rely.
Hell was bearing down on us, and yet I
Did not cry; we emerged, intact, but apart,
And for the moment, swallowed the lie.
Years of companionship spent in uniform stride
Into wanton ruin where only ...
Thursday 3rd March 2016 5:55 pm
We both know he doesn’t love you.
Catching the venom meant for his eye,
silent even though he should cry
out in fury at your meddling.
Even the serpent laughs at you.
I’d think your body was through
even if your heart was still into
an idiot’s errand that no one would rue.
The end ...
Wednesday 2nd March 2016 10:08 am
I try not to question my humanity
and let me be damned,
but I’m not the killing type.
I want to put out someone’s eyes
press them in or pluck them out
like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.
Like a force majeure,
rip the bricks from walls
watching architecture crumble and tumble
the relics of a past age fall,
flutter like shredded b...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am
Roses are red.
Violets are ... not red.
Hibiscus are sneaky little rascals that only bloom during that weekend when you're away visiting your parents because they still pay your bills.
I hate flowers.
Thursday 18th February 2016 11:08 pm
Saw you again
over the wine and canapés,
and it was as though you
were dead to me all over again.
Your shining eyes were locked
with some other bloke’s and I
thought, ‘Shite, not again.’
Except there is no again,
and it’s my well-crafted lie
to believe that you were alive
to me. Then you came over and said ‘Hi’;
I echoed the same, lamely,
and you said how g...
Tuesday 16th February 2016 8:33 pm
They can now breed blue roses, and breed blue violets too;
Horticultural references don’t quite fit the array of hues.
Yet they are not concerned with, perhaps never knew
Of the silent ones whose spouses leave them black and blue.
Sunday 14th February 2016 10:15 pm