Poems

Greens and Browns

13 December, 2013

A green Ripening, lady light, red, well, From seed, grown, lovingly, grafted, Pottered, lustrum long, being kilned, Creative, energies, simmering, Dabble here, there, this, that, Green scented, ears behind, eyes open, more. A green brownie Greens, browns, naturals, “Nice”, “Cute”, fit everywhere, natural, soft, Blending, regal, edges devoid, Angels, on mute, trumpeting her name Rebel pink, to hide, inner child. A Scottish brownie, small, unseen. Camouflaged, to excess. A green brownie searching

The Knife Strong It Cuts The Love

13 December, 2013

The… the garden, well kept, within bordered, walled, pikes of trust chance encounter, the bag spilt seeds, feelings, sprouting weeds of turmoil, to rank to protect, the soul to overgrow The Knife… the knife, jungle long, jungle sharp handle, worn well, balanced in trust chipped, aged, stained in the air, poised, do do to protect, what it has before and will The Knife Strong… the knife strong, in bearers hand darkened night, glittering trust oft before, to serve, the logical cut to protect, the not, that may be not survival

Who Wants A Girlfriend

13 December, 2013

Who Wants A Girlfriend (they kick you in the ‘ip?) When you’re starting to like them, they smile at you, causing you to quip When you’re starting to fancy them, they’re nice to you, making you a VIP When you’re starting to date them, they intoxicate you, off’ring you a lip When you’re starting to befriend them, they’re teasing you, giving you a nip When you’re starting to go out with them, they’re dancing you, touching your ‘ip

You're driving me mad, Yes You Do

13 December, 2013

You’re driving me mad Yes you are, Yes you do With your tales of past ages And dragons and sages You’re driving me mad Yes you are, Yes you do With your foes and folklore And with your tales of gore And whilst I’m just chilling And listening to the stream Of the ides of time and other such things I love the inflections of your voice You’re driving me mad Yes you are, Yes you do With tales of men who are waiting for you, when?

Autumn Change

24 October, 2013

Hanging, waiting, thinking Flecks of brown, sinking Floating, from freckled arms Blue sky, speaking psalms Sun lovers, faces seeking Scent, croissants, crispy bun A book, first turned, now nearly done Dried nero stain, in forgotten mug Time, trickling, fading, smug Waiting, for the end, for the tears A night, like any other A day, like any other A day, end or start, life another Twelve weeks, perhaps or gone Question, to be or be done

It Hurts

30 September, 2013

The door closes. I know it is you Just know it It hurts You’re there but not there Can’t touch Can’t hold Can’t cuddle Can’t kiss your ear Can’t move your hair Can’t hold you close Can’t say how much I feel thee Can’t

The Dot

29 August, 2013

The Dot Small, and insignificant Ready, to wait, in the right place Hanging, somewhere, somewhere safe The Dot Showing nothing, black Ready, to grow, to infuse Changing, the world, people, values The Dot Like the dot that bore the universe Ready, to explode into life, into energy Creating, joy, purpose, love The Dot Spirit infused, love infused Ready, to bring people together Bonding, a mission, to grow love The Dot A bond Ready, to empower, the future From two people in love

The Knight of the Odd Order

16 August, 2013

Knight of the Odd Order, on his quest for truth rode the tree lined allees, of teutonic you’th where the bear was at home, thick forest and glen in a far away land, was once Richard’s Den He cameth to a place, where time had last gone a hall so dark and hot, with loud screams anon life and soulless nomads, jumped and dance’eth wild to beats of daemons, drums, clatter, thunder, piled

The Man

30 May, 2013

The Man The Man Stripped of all worldly wealth Stripped of worldly functions Of just being himself For what is his value worth? The Man Stripped of lies Stripped of false pretensions Of just being truthful For what is his truth worth? The Man Stripped of false friends Stripped of using others Of just being open For what is his friendship worth? The Man Stripped of puppy love Stripped of cocktail love Of just feeling For what is his love worth?

The Hurting

14 April, 2013

A slither, something hardly percievable overcovered meticlously covered layer after coloured layer forced happy-feelings-glue years of slapping it on slapping it on and slapping it on A slither, grey vague, transluscent but there not budging a tiny something that only a searching soul can see Touch… smooth, rubbery trying to find something sensing something unseeable syncing a path no exit vastness, void, silence, engulfing dark, thin air a thick cloth, covering the corpse

Greens and Browns

The Knife Strong It Cuts The Love

Who Wants A Girlfriend

You're driving me mad, Yes You Do

Autumn Change

It Hurts

The Dot

The Knight of the Odd Order

The Man

The Hurting

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