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Sisyphus
Far too clever for his own good
Deceitful and quite crafty
He got up to stuff that no king should
In fact, he got plain nasty
Killing folk and cheating death
Is not proper or obedient
Thus when it came to his last breath
Zeus couldn’t be less lenient
Forced to push a boulder up a hill
But never reach the top
Could make a chap feel queasy-ill
If not allow...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:16 am
Blue Flare
~~Orphan phantom all alone
Within reach from dusk till dawn
Scuttling limbs of Arthropods
Play the harmonious earthly cords
Bitter velvet in water’s core
Chanting monks, four by four
Angelic screams jogs the storm
As hounding harps rabbits their form
Burning icebergs cremating ghoul
Ecstatic mermaids make love to fools
Travellers boat, companion Charon
Spring has lost to Persophone
Ele...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:29 pm
Child of Equinox
It speaks, says they
In a form of perish
She sleeps purely
to only start waving
to them and their
little deformed spirits
Come closer, hence –
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:26 pm
Hydra
Poison vapours
etched in gloom.
Ghastly, void,
vacant, the guardian of
a chained black gate.
Never sleeping;
eyes, as heads,
unnumbered;
waiting for heroes
to seal their fate.
In legends torn
from clay cast bright
we may witness
fire and blades and bows;
such blood-fuelled spite.
Now all too real;
slowly shed,
the skin of time;
a...
Wednesday 14th May 2014 9:03 pm
Metropolis
Somewhere, the 9 till 5 office worker stops me with a deadpan stare,
Fixes me with the times of timetables passed, the graph paper squares
Of tomorrow’s schedule. The high-rise offices never bother to look down.
I never liked the city.
Never really cared
for the city’s callousness, its daily suicide,
the shadow at the top of each building that watches with certainty.
C...
Tuesday 31st January 2012 9:14 am
Armed
Narcissus stared at the art work
before selecting a martial sleeve.
A fusion of Japanese gangster
and Polynesian tribal.
Hand function was straightforward.
Ranging from tea ceremony
to stone crusher,
crocodile wrestler
was the choice.
She thought her bank authorisation
into the machine
and dropped her old arm
in the recycling tray.
...
Wednesday 30th June 2010 11:08 am
Pandora`s Legacy
Created by the Gods
Pandora left her mark
Thursday 20th May 2010 9:42 am
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