Tag: poetry

The Path

It is morning, but the light has the warm soft hue of early evening. There is no sign of the oncoming intensity of midday. A pair of bare feet are planted on cool sand. Drifting amongst the waves of sand are knee high tufts...

Parliament Square

Red, blue,White – but dirty!Silver,white,Black, black,RED! Tall, wide,Then – even Wider!Black,Blue,Then a nice one,SILVER! Red,Red orange…Green – So we go…Left,Right,Along with the,Flow. Ripple, swish;White and grey.And that is it?Until the close…Of my long,Long, day....

Everything is not Enough

A spider’s web: Flowering its intricate petals, Of unsympathetic rapturous delights. What effort drives her passions; Where everything and nothing can possibly be enough? Like misty raindrops: The object of her fulfillment, Drifts through unperturbed and indifferent. Those ‘loveless’ wet teardrops;...

British Museum

I am… waiting,And watching all types –Aimless tourists, an irregular patchwork.They are pensive;Exiting the great doors,And on toward the austere gates. And watching all types –Aimless tourists, an irregular patchwork.They are pensive;Exiting the great doors,And on toward the austere gates. They...

How many raindrops make an ocean?

Falling through the skyOnly downKissing neighboursAt one in unisonAnalysing distorted reflectionsGlinting shapely jewelsMagnetic promises crisp and clearTerminal velocity a rippling whisperCalling its name:“Little raindrop” Little raindropWrinkle that shineLouder the callScreaming.Kamikaze raindropsweet irritantWiped from the browBlurring passedThe landscapeYou are but one now.11-7-2014...

Dyslexia

Being born a dyslexic is akin to being born with an ugly face.  There’s no ‘community for the ugly’.  But that wish for something other than what you are undermines the foundations of confidence;  it undermines your belief in the qualities...

Loneliness

What is loneliness?Loneliness is a drug.It tears away dispassion,Dissolves indifference,Intensifies all sensibilities beyond reason,Too despair. Too despair;This kind of tortuous fix,Consumed in protected isolation,Injected with painful shameUntil all sense of realityDisperses. DispersesReality’s ugly images and visionsSacrificing faith and hopeTo the sticky...

Encapsulate the Globe

With one heartNurture the sphere in your crooked handDeeply inhale its soft cool mist into your fractured lungsWipe its endless soft life gently over red raw eyelids With one visionCaress the curved cragged landscapesBrush the whispering life of treesA sea of...

As the Crow flies

A long line.A crow looks down;At the purposeful procession?An aspiring lineBut jagged –Merely a throwback to independent action. I sit here.That is my choice;Peeking for signs of, progression?My prey halesWith arm outstretched –A break at last to my mindless contemplation. A...

The Albert Hall

You know when a cow dungs?The flies begin to appear.They manifest from the good air,Materialising with their greedy neurotic dance. That truly was my thoughtOutside the Albert Hall;That enormous bulb of a sphincter.With its adulating flatulating interior. It splurts its diarrhea...