Poetry Blog by Simon King
On the surface lies a smile,
A sparkle in one’s eye.
The feeling that in their company
Time just rushes by.
A little deeper and you’ll find
Butterflies a swarming
But thoughts of them are warming
Deeper still into one’s bones
A yearning and an ache,
A drug-like dependency
One simply can’t forsake.
Friday 29th June 2018 7:19 pm
If dolphins could talk
What would they say?
What would they say
About the "games" that men play?
Tuesday 24th October 2017 12:30 am
An Englishman’s Home
Our life together has fashioned some melancholic times,
White lies and absurd secrets threatening our connubial bond.
Misfortunes have conspired to smash down our familial castle
Yet the walls and foundation laid beneath them remain strong.
And through the haze of shadowed memory and retrospect
Some little lights grow bright like welcome stars at ni...
Monday 23rd October 2017 9:16 pm
It All Depends On Something
It all depends on something,
On that you can depend.
Things start at the beginning,
And they finish at the end.
You don’t know until you know,
How anything will conclude.
So don’t try to jump the gun
To find answers that elude.
Take one hour at a time
And each troubled day by day.
Cross each bridge only when
Sunday 22nd October 2017 7:15 pm