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Stamping Ground
Not much goes on around my way;
It’s probably the same near you:
The brutes of buildings, boarded shops,
Unyielding gloom, the angry street,
The young, with nothing else to do.
So when they said I should join up,
I thought to myself: ‘Well, why not?’
It seemed a chance to break away
Into a blast of a cleaner air.
Nobody said I would get shot.
So now I lie be...
Sunday 17th December 2023 7:52 am
Enough
If only I could go back in time
To rectify all my mistakes.
All that I shouldn’t have said,
Yet still felt the need to say.
Why did I even feel that need?
I, too, was just a child, right?
Be the example,
Show them they are wrong.
Show them we are no beasts.
Show them we can be equal.
Act mature,
Be mature.
Show them they are wrong.
So many rules and rest...
Friday 22nd September 2023 7:07 pm
Tearboats
Cry me a river
so I know you can feel
the heartache which splits me apart
in hopes you will come
with a stick of glue
get me that violin
and sing me a song
for I’d play,
until my fingers fell off
just to hear you sing along
or come kiss me goodnight
bless me with your gentle touch
and look at me with those glittering stars
so I may fall asleep
...Tuesday 29th August 2023 6:51 am
The Vagabond
she is the vagabond
who wanders with the winds
forever adrift
a prisoner to her sins
by dawn she appears
nextdoor, or nearby
she’ll pay you no mind
nor lift you an eye
now, offer her aid
let her stay for a while
she’ll throw you a laugh
or feign you a smile
but soon as you stop
and question her ways
her grin disappears
her eyes fill wi...
Saturday 5th August 2023 1:13 am
Rosebush
I want to drape the page
with memories, love
with wandering thoughts and
painful regret
I want to wonder
what I could be, and would
if I took my words and
made them come true
or is that unwise?
to wish for a change
for the dreams to leave my mind
and join the sunlight around me
I want to climb the tallest mountains
and trees
I would fall i...
Saturday 5th August 2023 1:10 am
Stains
once stood a great warrior
of malice and pride
with no battle too bloody
for his hungering eyes
his blade, sharp and stained
stood tall at his side
left in its wake
only dead men would lie
then, in the distance
that red, setting sun
gave a glimpse to the man
of the deeds he had done
the crimson and black
was all he could see
he saw not the...
Monday 24th July 2023 9:26 am
The Devil's Face (Resembles Me?)
The devil has always been,
A faceless entity
To me.
Until now at least.
Now it has become clear.
I can see.
The devil
In front of me.
They are no singular person.
Instead a pair.
Familiar sight.
Lungs devoid of air.
The devils gaze at me.
Recognizable set eyes.
No surprise.
Why is this reality?
First sight of a child.
Encounter...
Tuesday 13th June 2023 8:24 am
Home Interior
‘’See you tomorrow’’,
that was what you said.
Back then, I could not identify it as a lie.
I only realized when I got to your house the next day,
your hanging frame decorating the place.
Thursday 9th February 2023 2:51 pm
Regret
Regret
Regret
A thousand times regret.
Choices made,
that cannot be unmade.
Stupid things,
done again and again.
Foundations
laid for a useless life.
Coming to an end for some time.
At least death will be done right.
Kind of hard to screw that up.
(Photo taken by poet. It's the Pennsylvania hills behind Frank Lloyd Wright's Kentuck Knob House.)
Monday 30th January 2023 3:59 pm
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