Love (Remove filter)
The last night remembered and spent
Tugging the stockings out the drawer
Clasp up clips, leave suit on the floor
Zip up my boots, apply more mascara
Anticipate nervously the oncoming drama
Start the engine on cold autumn night
You wanted me there, and I cannot fight
Tired, unsure, aware of the time
Knowing your impatience, I blur the white line
Bright lights feed confidence, feeling unf...
Sunday 28th April 2013 10:33 am
ALL OF THE ABOVE
Friday 26th April 2013 12:48 am
Broken Alone
The trees, so hidden well by thickened wood,
While senses hide behind the deep despair,
He, ridiculed by those that can’t but should
And persecuted by those that once did care.
As fingers point and clone the loaded gun;
They choose a victim crying on his knees,
To watch him beg for solitude, in one
And disregard his perennial pleas.
The rights and wrongs of progress bliste...
Monday 22nd April 2013 5:28 pm
Banished from Eden
The torch has turned, flame extinguished.
Roses and lilies, once love’s bouquet,
now wilted wreath. I wear the silver locket
tarnished to jet in anger. I rage, snip and shave
the hair you nestled in, that you forbade me to trim
Against all fashionable whim. I relish the pain
knowing fresh ink on skin will repel you.
Cuckolded by your wife, I curl c...
Sunday 21st April 2013 10:08 am
The Language Of Love
The language of love is one we both know, it is in the eyes where passions show, and in the rhythm of the pounding heart, the place where all true love does start...
Love is a language of touch and caress, in kisses that bring out the very best, of communication at the depths of the soul, love is a language that has i...
Thursday 18th April 2013 1:28 am
Retreat
You made a commitment to me
and I believed in you.
Then you went back to your wife
like married men do.
You told her about us
unexpected, out of the blue.
Suits packed by your front door
and I waited like a fool.
All those words you said and wrote,
they were not followed through.
Now left without meaning,
how could you be so cruel?
...
Sunday 14th April 2013 9:44 am
Spring Tanka
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio pu...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
For Maggie - NaPoWriMo Day 6
Before you start reading this piece, I'd like to take your attention for one moment to remember Maggie Turner, the woman whom this piece is about. She was a firecracker of a woman and one of the most inspiring, intelligent, opinionated, caring, compassionate people I've ever known. She said what she thought and wore her heart on her sleeve. Not enough people in this world do that, and I love he...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:24 pm
Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5
Adopt
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
A pla...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Irish Sea
The waves carry you and I to meet
each creeps a little closer to my feet
I am waiting inside the rain for you.*
I retreat, stung by approaching tide
I turn my back and try to hide
The blistered, bitter rain that engulfs me.*
Hopelessly pulled back, my mind
succumbs to salty kisses entwined
...Sunday 7th April 2013 8:56 am
Traces of you
As I sit upon
This empty bed
White cotton frayed
From nights
That punctuate
This thin veneer
Of wakefulness
I look for traces of you.
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 11:40 pm
The Clown
The Clown
This make-up’s dried upon my face,
gone cracked with age and wear.
I can’t remove this absurd mask.
You’ll never know how much I care.
The girl with pretty eyes will smile,
the clown, so sad, will sigh.
Another chance has passed away.
Another star lights the sky.
You see the clown and laugh at him,
I turn away and cry,
‘cos...
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 10:10 am
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