The weekend runs right
On by, like raging river, or
Firelight flicker, until all that
Remains is a whisper of time,
Flown by, fluttering soft as the
Wings of time allow, echoes off
The soundless touch of winter’s
Kiss, brushing away summer’s
Warmth, until all that’s left
Is bright sunshine painting
Pristine blue, with chilled
Wind sending brisk messages too,
And in the end the weekend flies
Like a morning dream, Sunday
Afternoon sigh, the creaking of
Old young bones and joints,
Not yet used to the change in
Time, yet feeling the weather
All the same, so it is now, as
Weather promises winter’s bright
White light and cozy night, so
Joints delube as cold settles in,
And once pliant skin wrinkles,
Like a grandparent’s grin, so that
All we have to go on now, is the
Thought we will be young again,
Somehow, that as spring and
Summer break from winter’s thawed
Embrace, so too shall we return to the
Start of the race, although foolish to
Hope, too hopeful a fool, for this is the
Life we live but once, and once we live,
No repetition so cruel as weekend’s
Promise, of summer’s cycle coming to
An end, again, brushed by time’s butter-
Fly wings, and the last kiss of hot sun,
Sweat reminder’s walk through Windsor
Great park, now resting aching as old
Young must, the joints now creaking,
Now filled with rust.
Category Archives: Poems
Poetry is
The art of the heart
Written in the lifeblood
Of the soul.
fuck pretension in all its ugliness
Fuck pretension;
Irritation burns slight,
Like salt on a minor wound,
The bugbear of small minds,
Pretending to think big, in the
Small space, between our ears,
Where we all live, our own realities,
Forever buried in memory’s bliss,
For we are nothing more than
The sum of all parts, the final
Output of today’s equation,
Only to be written again in
Tomorrow’s fire and ice,
Still small minds, high
On probable cause,
For no reason than
Their own self-
Importance,
Revert to
School-
Yard
Bullying,
The final resting
Place, for small minds,
Restless in their endless
Search for something more
Than this endless death at night,
Born again, Christian or not, in the
Morning, still themselves, still the same
Yet no more than the summation of all parts,
No more than they were the day before,
Yet still yearning for a deeper truth,
Proof that one more day spent
Searching, was a day un-
Wasted, falling back, on
Putting down others,
Because they/I are
Different, and
Still the bully-
Ing,brings
Up bitter
Taste, I
Am as
Deep
As you,
No matter
What I like to
Watch, see, or do,
I am as thoughtful,
Caring, understanding
And true, just because I
Have a different opinion,
And find the film a dullard
Bore, does not make me dim,
But rather your response to my
Attempt to be reasonable, to treat
It as a taste disliked, personal to my
Very core, makes you and your smallish
Schoolyard bullying mind, bitter as a
Tyrant’s whore, for meanness is only
Ignorance squared, close-minded-
Ness’ cousin’s friend’s lover’s
Bitch, the dead pet fish
Choking to death sadly
On the floor. So next
Time you open curl-
Ed lips, pursed with
Angers sharpened
Tongue creased,
Realise you are
Already lost
To bitter
Sad
Lost and
Loneliness’
Empty soul-
Less falseness,
Not the high-priest’
Preaching promises of
True sight and forever
Sure righteous truth, just
Adding your voice to bitter
Bile tides of putrid shit, that
Mirrors ripples out in seas of it
Until we suffocate under feelings
Of hate, and forget the friendliness’
Escape, that love is for one and all the
Same, that life is one long repetitive game
And only those who see the truth, that
Ugly words damage sender more than
Me, realise that it takes an open mind
To accept what mean hearts and
Small minds so rarely see, that
I have an opinion that is mine
To keep, and just as right as
Yours you see, so the next
Time you open smiling lip
And spin out pretentious
Shit, remember opinion
Is so much me, that I
Can like and see and
Be, whatever I want,
Cause that’s
Just
Me.
ghost child
Today I saw, walk back
From work to the train, just
Another normal day, breathing
In the freedom, of time earned, a
Smile near breaking, as I watch a young
Girl, maybe 2, dodge her mom’s hand
While crossing the road, my smile
Dying as she wanders too far,
Parent inside wishing she
Would cross safely, mind
Showing the great
Yellow bus coming
All too fast, all
Too soon.
Then they cross,
Safely.
My mind wanders. I am
Still in that space between
Dream and waking, wandering
Through the damp familiar streets
Of my own mind, wondering what to
Have for dinner, when I see the couple
Standing staring back past my shoulder,
At the now empty road, and I look with
Them, for them, searching for that
Little girl, nowhere to be seen,
No longer a little girl but the
Phantom of a dream
Memory shared, lost
Waking dream,
Shared again,
Lost again,
Gone.
life
Life is made,
In the end, of
Memories and love.
Memories are made
From life experience,
Not fearful thoughts.
Love just is.
Let go of fear,
Live life,
Be love,
Breathe.
newoldache
Sadlonelyemptyache, born
Of lost things found, and
Lost again, self-same circle
Of longing begun, ful-
Filled, now empty aching
Has begun.
For my love is
Not here, although not
Far, by far, she lives
Forever within me, inter-
Twined lives and love for-
Ever more mine, as
I hers.
Into this confusing mess
Pot of swirling happy buzz-
Gone now, leaves me sub-
Dued, yet not dude still,
So still inside, sad but yet
Not sad, lost, not yet
Found, just so, just me
Missing you,
Missing me.
Please come home, my
Love, that is my soul-
Food, making my world
Sing harmoniously in tune
With itself, and all round,
Still, not still, yet sad,
Not sad, just aching for
You, please come home,
Please come home.
I know it is only,
A day or two, not long,
Considering the life-time
I already waited, for me,
For you, to be as one, just
So, as one. And as I sit,
Staring past phone at yellow
Painted wood gym floor,
Hearing but not hearing
Instructor’s shouts, encouraging
Children to work harder,
Try harder, because anything
Worth doing, is worth doing
Right, worth waiting for.
And so the child inside
Me, still afraid of being left
Out alone in the cold, must
Learn your loving touch will
Return, your smile will shine
Once more, your sweet perfume
To fill my mind and soul with
Light, making everything around
Me bright, with love, with warmth,
And everything in between,
And so I know it all will be well.
To miss you, even happier
Than I have ever been before,
Joyful in a life well lived, loved
Through and through, I know this
Is only a minor test, one of many,
That this life will throw our way,
So bring it on I say, bring on the
Dry hot ache burning missing
You, because I can take it
I say, I can take it for I
Love you with all of
Me, my love, with
All of me,
Forever.