Poetry Blog by Rose Casserley
a particular desert
beige dry sandy ocean
innumerable foldings, apexes, plains
occasionally disturbed
by customary caravanning
nomadic and camel hoof.
The ethereal lion-sun
hotly inflicting its roaring weight
onto black canvas roofs
each protectively shadowing
indigenous bedouin occupants
temporarily abiding
while seeking the more natural though rare
cool verd...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 12:18 pm
fuck you Phil(istine)!!
you fucking greedy green hard-necked mean machine
now we see you, no!
correction!
now we see THROUGH you!
a man who belongs to nobody but his sickly self
with a smile that does the fuck NOT!
in you,
lies make themselves at home
the truth as always stays a prisoner
in the cunning corners of your money hungry mind
as you leeringly speak
deceit stops honesty
from...
Monday 29th October 2018 10:07 pm
understanding stone
behind the door
of the age racked cottage
a historical dank smelling presence
has catacombed
in every dark corner
of every squat room.
To touch this earthy spiritual inhabitation
it would be necessary to call upon those
who could translate its rocky associating ancient story
time hardened jurassic materials used
raised high in times of earths shifting turbulent p...
Sunday 28th October 2018 8:55 pm
walking with wistfulness
summers death
within archaic leaves
grounded
sap drained veiny faces
obliged to befriend decomposition
wind disturbed
rustle with mournful whisperings
as if each one is grieving for the other's
loss of verdurous life
branched days in the sun
such is the dirgeful air
of autumns association with cyclic transition
Saturday 27th October 2018 10:53 pm
a depressives mind state self portrait
reluctantly painting a picture of his condition for her sake
done in choiceless colours by sickness inventing
hoping her observations won't make her heart-break
he has to force them out of their palette places unconsenting
as each application, each of many brush strokes
began representing his failing mind
coming to light like a parade of tormenting sad jokers
by-pro...
Saturday 20th October 2018 12:41 pm
this, until he is not
lifeblooms
flowers of of days and man
growing along the path of time
pollinated by home made failure home made luck
shedding offspring seeds as they go
Human innocence that behaved in the nursery
all too quickly goes from naive pupil to barely acceptable teacher
in the rotting school of humanities opposing ideologies
and falling into the depths of unsure susceptibilit...
Friday 19th October 2018 12:44 pm
Mr and Mrs Maelstrom
she was wickedly attractive
he was dangerously good looking
two dirty devil bedmates
eager players in the same
narcotized game
he was rock and roll ruthless
she was his sleaze dream girl
their knife-edge reputations went before them
but life wasn't fast enough
they hungered to be caught up
in a different race
addicted to everything bad
like rider...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 9:30 pm
critically looking for Xanadu
forgive me, Samuel, but, despite how much power
your magical masterpiece,
your stunningly beautiful poetic escape from reality has
it still does not, and how unbelievably much I wish it did have
enough of it to have instigated my undying seeking
of its mystically clouded location
that your laudanum empowered quill told my soul of
yes, forgive me Sam, but your words
are...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 10:45 pm
if Hendrix had made it to old ( gigging ) age
with the 'voodoo chile' in me
I would have been there for him
relishing the chance
I never had
of taking my gift of love not pity
even if he had to be helped to the mic
by white-coated assistants
even if I had to painfully endure watching him
struggling to get the shoulder strap of his guitar
over the grey mass of his hair
still in the same exploded frizzed style
...Monday 15th October 2018 10:17 pm
kicking the arse of my own capabilities awake
( for Big Sal and his inspirational mithering's )
I want that prize too!
that writing skill
smelling the fuck like the breath of the gods
for my nose to pass onto my mind
and doubtlessly tasting as good as the sweetest of all delicacies
as a questionable poet
long have I been by the river of imperfect attempts
a poetically inclined angler bankside
I go on ...
Sunday 14th October 2018 11:12 am
obligatory divorcing of time
Relayed sad story
two many years married lovers.
She terminally ill
and he struggling to bear the burden
of conjoined distress.
She could not have lived.
They say her frame
transformed terribly
becoming more and more skeletal
as she bravely dragged it
through her life's final dregs.
An angel maybe he hopes
unable to witness her suffering any...
Saturday 13th October 2018 11:08 am
using jealousy as a weapon
weary knowing of his fancy women
like fighting fire with fire
she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine
dreamt up a phantom lover
googling the necessary information
she craftily lets the non-existent cat out of the non-existent bag
false rumours that traitorous gossiping so-called friends would help spread
and hoped they would find his ears
and using the...
Friday 12th October 2018 3:48 pm
in the mad courtroom of my head
' did you'
a prosecuting thought of my own
asks another of mine charged with human failings
' from the age of puberty to this very day, commit and go on committing offences against your mind? '
my guilty thought in the dock considered the question for a while and replied
' yes, I did and still do but only because of what life's bad influences instigate '
...
Thursday 11th October 2018 12:01 pm
merriment woven into a winters day
christmas again.
Clothed like arctic explorers
for our traditional visit
to the snowy slopes:
heads woolly hatted,
necks fluffy scarf encircled
feet shod in, appropriate thick sock lined footwear
sledge pulling upwards
sharing early laughter to the point of ribbed aches
The tilted field
crispily, whitely overlaid
its golden crop story of summer paused.
...Wednesday 10th October 2018 9:13 am
cold comparisons ( life outside office hours )
money
burning a hole in the pocket of her jeans
paid for the alcoholic consuming rights and, long night
at the KINGS ARMS
helping to fill, glass, after glass
and enlighten the otherwise boring space between six and midnight
now shared between regrouped workmates
the usual daily petty troublings
that she personally thought of as being dogs of domestic war
constantly ...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 10:53 am
car-'sin'-ogeni-city
I have smelt the threat of death death in the city's air
and, so endangered, mask-filtered motorised exhalations.
I question the irreversibility of this lung-damaging adversary
we have ignorantly allowed to creep up on
ourselves and build its fuming strength
the defeat of its blooming considered
all green defensive suggestions so far come to be of little repulsion
the ang...
Monday 8th October 2018 8:24 am
visitation
Father
was I dreaming or was that you I saw
soon after you had left us for that forever world
looking the same as you always did
before cancer decided otherwise?
you had that suit on
you favourite
although the expression on your face
spoke as the loss of you does
in the hearts of all who loved you and always will
those who are still reeling from your absenc...
Sunday 7th October 2018 2:50 pm
back up boyfriend
an old flames endearing power
has been reinstated
and the once lifeless line
once more carries the juice of his love
to the door of my heart
but, along with the guys I have on standby
to take him on might prove to be too much to handle
so I cannot as yet decide wether or not to disconnect his flow
or let it continue?
you see
should those on standby
sudden...
Saturday 6th October 2018 3:58 pm
breathing is
a gift
we bring with us
from the womb
for our use in bridging
life's unpredictable span.
Each intake drawn
from an immeasurable invisibility,
inhaled and exhaled that we may declare our presences
and hope, it stays rhythmically sistered
to the pulsations of eternity
Friday 5th October 2018 9:04 pm
fiendish fisher
sermon air smells religiously doped
hazed with forgiving incense
mixed with prayers and choral ascending adorations
makes any Luciferous in-sin-uations
lose their power to interfere
no matter how satanically hard his influence
tries to moulder in preaching minds
the saturation of true heavenly belief
easily offsets the demoniacal attempts to darkly inspire
cast...
Thursday 4th October 2018 10:02 am
perusing after taste's
Doubtlessly
times change
some bringing pleasure's
maybe not as many as
but certainly as sweet as
granules in a spoonful of sugar
yes, times change
sometimes bringing displeasure's
maybe not as many as
but certainly as bitter as
granules in a spoonful of salt.
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 11:37 am
La Luna a tribute
Tonight
there are no wind crazed clouds
to intermittently obscure
her calm-inducing smile
from beaming
or bar her from helping me
on my way to dreams
fulfilling the nights more beautiful purpose
there she is
perfectly positioned
to comfort all below
silvery tendrils untied.
My sleep filling eyes
trace her celestial journey
until we part company
...Tuesday 2nd October 2018 11:42 am
over expectant anglers
from the waste tainted wave's
they try to hoist
what cannot possibly exist
in the dirty depths.
Don't they question themselves with-
' what am I doing here? '
or realise that below such filthy
oil-rainbowed lapping's slapping
against the blackened seaweed clung dockside wall
marine life isn't?
I see nothing pull on lines
no rods bend with the twisting an...
Monday 1st October 2018 1:27 pm
Eva Peron's M.O.T. failure
( RESULTING FROM HAVING BEEN J. COOPEY-DUPED! )
( She steps up to the mic to do another version of don't cry for me Argentina )
I cry for my old Ford Cortina
the truth is it didn't pass its 'testing'
floor too badly rusted
wipers missing
shock absorbers busted
radiator hissing
I suppose it was going to happen
but now I feel strange
no longer behind...
Saturday 29th September 2018 11:00 am
Jezebel
She goes through the orchards of naive men
like a flesh-hungry cherry picker
see each one more than happy
to be 'bitten' just once
and then discarded.
She goes through innocent souls
like the Queen of She-Devils
see each one easily duped
into becoming part of her sinful collection
but
when the last of the naive
when the last of the innocen...
Thursday 27th September 2018 11:54 pm
crimson inked correspondence
yes
that is my blood
it is my way
of letting you know
every word
really does come
from the heart
Thursday 27th September 2018 3:55 pm
Dirty Doc
( inspired by Trevs suggestive Iceland visiting poem 'Banned' )
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' is it anything to do with impotence? ' she asks
continuing to search for clues.
He shakes his head
his heart pounding faster than usual.
In the surgeries sterile atmosphere
her clinical ponderings are not
the soul to soul sincerity he...
Wednesday 26th September 2018 1:39 pm
in favour of the flow
a common sight these traffic-clogged motorway days
TRANSFORMER looking
monstrous metal machines
digging up the beginning of yet another slip road.
One after another
holding its operative by the seats
of their soil stained overalled backsides
each in his glass box
hi-tec dashboarded office
button pressing, lever pulling
slicing, gnawing up mile after mi...
Tuesday 25th September 2018 12:38 pm
an aliens warning
living in an inner world ain't so bad
and I'm glad your grunt missions failed
nothing no-one has so far scaled
this artificial land
of pretend rock and sand
we live in as it circles Mars
none of your roving cars
will be safe here on this false moon-okay?
we prefer you keep well away!
and we'll scupper your plans
to get your strange five-fingered hands
on the d...
Monday 24th September 2018 1:39 pm
in recognition of services to mankind
of my heart, I give grateful pieces
to the land the sky, universe and the seas
placing one at the feet of all mountains
others in branches of every tree
I present yet more to each flower and grass blade
individually to all animals, birds, insects that roam
to the stars the clouds in the same singular fashion
those beautiful relations of my earthen home.
A share s...
Saturday 22nd September 2018 11:25 am
considering reincarnation
( payback to my past supporters. )
I wonder, he said
when our lives have ended
if you and I were to come back
as different beings,
you, as a Deer and I as a Tiger for example
would our recognition of each other
in some way still be possible?
only, I replied pondering on that William Blake type scenario
if, at that point in such a time
you were to do som...
Thursday 20th September 2018 11:36 am
Natural bride
Happier and happier by day by night
to repeat my betrothals
to the Sun to the Moon
golden and silver encircling my heart
their tendrils of warmth and tranquillity.
With these rings am I wed to each of thee again.
Come then once more
witness my thankful vows
you ever attentive wedding guests
that bless the air
that glorifies the depths of oceans
or ...
Wednesday 19th September 2018 12:07 pm
deadly disconnection
of the silent sufferer's I will never forget a close friend
too susceptible
vainly seeking remission
from the warped weight he had been burdened with
through absolutely no fault of his own
his grip on reality slackened
his self-identification lost
having walked away from itself long ago
why couldn't someone professionally caring enough
given him the real dire...
Tuesday 18th September 2018 1:18 pm
shuddering remembrance of the dreaded shell suit!
thank god and progress it seems to have disappeared!
the gaudy, silken-oysterish 'outfit'
that made the unfashionable
look as though
they belonged to a travelling circus
or had been playing the role of a chav Pagliacci
in some demented (soap) opera
but fair play to the darer-wearer
having the balls to appear in public
in such clownish attire!
surely drugged...
Monday 17th September 2018 11:42 am
when insensitive dealers come to call
it's the certain other items of the deceased old lady
they vulture after now
not the laminated chipboard bookcase
or the much-scarred dining table, the kitchen implements
she coveted for their practicality
or the cheapskate bric-a-brac type gifts
presented to her when she was wed long, long ago
or even the Victoriana styled white lacy outfit
she wore on the day
...
Sunday 16th September 2018 11:01 am
squares
so, here are the photographs
pictorially telling of our daily, weekly, monthly yearly
journey through life
still-life images,
faces, figures, friends, fashions, pets, places and much more of the miscellaneous
showing how babies shape-shifted into bigger he's and shes
becoming venturers of the big wide world
experiencing its kindnesses and kicks in the teeth
s...
Saturday 15th September 2018 10:28 am
star chaser
There's always another budding guitarist.
This one
able to practice thank's to a big parental loan
hoping that fame and fortune
might do him a life-long favour
and create a link up with the big boys of rock
he understands the possibility
of having to wait the fuck out of-when?
maybe watching his dream being shit on time after time
that's why I'm keybo...
Friday 14th September 2018 4:04 pm
pleasure and pain
I walk five miles on the flat
between alternating grassed and bouldered hills.
Walkings a natural thing to do
a normal practice that never deserts you.
So, here I am again
continuing much where I left off
not for the worse but for the better.
A cruciform skylark floats above
reclaiming its ethereal stage
thermal catching wings outspread.
The old d...
Thursday 13th September 2018 7:06 pm
Santa's (zero hours) little helpers (the countdown has begun folks!)
yule tides
always wash ashore extra employment.
Ma, year-round house proud skivvy
doing her impersonation of her turbanned Mother
faffing about her domestic domain
sloshing ceilings and walls of every room
with colours she loved and nobody else did!
along with her duster dancings
from sideboard to telly to window-ledge
the twirlings went on and on
and anythi...
Tuesday 11th September 2018 11:36 pm
dairy bound
Country lane.
Cornering.
SLAM! goes my foot on the brake pedal!
Just ahead, a jostling convoy of cows
a black and white live slideshow
leaving one gate for another
each set of four legs
staggering under the heavy milky weight they carry
like wine in goatskins
the white fluid is housed
but in their own nippled flesh bags
slung underneath heaving to an...
Tuesday 11th September 2018 10:10 am
oh! Mr McKenzie!
as the train hurries her away
she suddenly recalls the song she heard
being hummed by an old guy she passed on the platform
the words coming back to the fore
of her duty cluttered mind
returning her to the precious era of the sixties
there she is again
in the dressing mirror
approving of her Janis Joplin influenced reflection
long raggy hair, far away eyes, lee...
Monday 10th September 2018 10:54 am
to have a loved one missing
ten years on
someone I think is you returns again
this time
benched on the roadside
suddenly illuminated
by moonlight painting its white light way
through the canopy of tree's above you
but then, the same as you have done
on so many occasions before
you no sooner appear then vanish just as quickly
this must not be allowed to happen anymore
for my desperat...
Sunday 9th September 2018 9:20 am
unnatural selection
in the technologically bossed world
power play is the game
I.T. companies at each other's throat
an updating battle
as they try to kill each other off
for as long as possible
without bloodshed
So is the natural process of life
slowly being directed
down a one-way street to Oblivionsville?
are certain ( unnecessary ) gizmo's, gadgets, logistics, apps, robotics,
...Saturday 8th September 2018 11:21 am
addictive returns
I am constantly being told
to stop going back to the past
but it is
as if I am being forced to travel there
in this vehicle of my weakness
stuck in reverse gear
it is as if
I am being directed there
by an unknown wearying force
and made to repeatedly look
through the window of a misery ravished house
in the darkest part of Memory Street
crammed full wi...
Friday 7th September 2018 12:02 pm
favourite ghost
Preggers at sixteen
babied out at twenty-eight
married a second time
and for good at thirty-five
today it is ten years
since you first coughed blood into your hanky
kick-starting your fears and our ensuing sorrows
it turned out to be cancer.
I wasn't there, working far away
not knowing the results
that you so foolishly so bravely
kept to yourself
...
Tuesday 4th September 2018 10:55 am
lovelorn
that morning and so surprisingly
you didn't feel like having sex!
since then
I have discovered that your erotic appetite
once as hungry as large as that of any other
Casanovaesque lover
was being somehow damped down
gradually erased
by impotent particles swirling somewhere inside
as if it had stepped out into a snowstorm
and can never be found again.
...
Monday 3rd September 2018 11:28 pm
colour me positive
the weaponised gifts of hope and determination
are my timeless attentive's, constant companions
not things that come and go
like the starry stares
that temporarily diamond button
the ethereal black moon brooched cloak of night
presiding only until dawn decides otherwise
and slams it's bright door in their faces
such ongoing exchanges
such indetermination's
such a...
Monday 3rd September 2018 11:57 am
adulterous alternatives
The only way we can be together forever
he said
is in the next life
so.....
I considered putting two bullets in the gun
or,
poison in our drinks
or
better still
run his f*****g wife over!
YESSSS!!!
then we could have
the best of both worlds!
Friday 31st August 2018 1:03 pm
2 tradesmen's love letters
letter 1.....the plumber......
Dear LOOise
sorry I've been a bit of a DRIP lately in not having written to you before now
but my CISTERN has been out of sorts leaving me DRAINED
Doctor says it's because I've not been HEATING enough that has caused me to feel under PRESSURE
I think it all started when that COPPER caught me taking LEAK in BATH
I would have driven off bef...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 3:33 pm
reaping the inevitable marriage
having divorced life
I know all too terrifyingly well
who my next groom will be
it will be he
who waits behind the door of shadows
I will be forced to enter
it will be he
who takes my name forever
and replaces my flesh
with veils of invisibility
whose skeletal arm
my skeletal arm
will be enfolding
as we both walk
down deaths aisle
t...
Monday 27th August 2018 8:56 am
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