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Meet Me By The Shore
A sequel to Walking Down To The Lake
There she is, a former glow
that once filled a room the moment
she granted it with her presence,
a memory of what used to be.
The frigid air blowing through the trees
on this winter night reminds us
that the warmth we used to know
left us long ago.
What would it take
but a grasp of her hand,
an inviting smile, a long embrace
to shake ...
Thursday 23rd March 2023 12:45 pm
Chevaux de Freeze
Pam's very nice so far as she goes
The kind of looks I usually admire
A few quid in the bank is a help
Yet she doesn't set my heart on fire
Nancy on the other hand is poor
She's no Monroe or Lana Turner
More a down-market Bette Davis
A plain Jane, and a bit of a yearner
Just how do you weigh up women?
What should go into the scales?
Why can't I be spontaneou...
Saturday 15th August 2020 10:48 am
Love that transcends rejection
After I lost you,
If I stop
You to adore
Or begin you to abhor,
I never loved
You before.
Even if I am aware
You are no longer mine
I will take that fine.
Exchanging with you
A greeting
By itself is a
Nice thing.
Monday 3rd December 2018 2:00 pm
She's Shy
{She's Shy}
She's always been shy
She's always
been tossed away
because of her
shyness
She's always
been hiding from
the surrounding
world around her
because of shyness
She's always been
unseen, unnoticed,
unheard of because
of bad case of
shyness
She wishes that
her shyness would
disappear one day
so she will be adored
by...
Tuesday 5th December 2017 4:05 pm
Listening to Airship: This is hell
As the illusion shatters around me
As the dust melts away into reality, I realise
I realise like everytime before, this wasn't real
Everything you said to me wasn't real
Everything I felt was real
Every moment we shared I managed to translate incorrectly
Each look misjudged
Each smirk misread
Each nudge misinterpretated
'I never liked you'
'I never li...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 11:33 pm
Written whilst listening to Sam Smith: I'm not the only one
I can smell her on you
I can see her in the wrinkles of your shirt
I can feel her on your skin
I want you to love me like her
I want you to look at me like that
I want you to feel that way about me
You don't love me
You don't see me
You don't want me
You say I am too much
You say I am not enough
You say I am not her
We won't work
We don't belong together
We aren't anything
Monday 24th July 2017 1:40 pm
unbroken
to return to that place, I say not, but only
to find what was once lost
to fix the broken part of me..broken
to make what never was
to pull down the shade screens formed
to blind the penitent to newly ordered crimes
and forever fix this rift between the fixers and I.
Sunday 29th May 2016 1:55 am
Aftermath
A flower
Caught in the muddy waters of life
Spiralling in a whirlpool of tenacity
Plucked and discarded
To continue its journey alone
Monday 1st February 2016 9:13 am
Recovery set back
Had a bad dream last night.
Our eyes met,
from you a half-smile, then
we joshed and jostled for a while,
a chaste but tender intimacy,
dissolved into nothing
by the cold night, and
with the soft snoring beside me
came back the bitter memory
of that final cruel put down.
Tuesday 3rd February 2015 2:38 pm
Natural Selection
Natural Selection
Outbound
I look at them
they look at me
through glassy eyes
that never see
we’ve shared this carriage
many years
never sharing
hopes or fears
I swiftly pass
the guarded gate
and check my watch
in case I’m late
despite producing
dog-eared ticket
the blank faced guardsman
doesn’t click it
I side ...
Friday 19th July 2013 7:34 pm
The Cause Celebre
The Cause Celebre.
I felt it was fait accompli
that I would make a faux pas.
There would be something I didn’t see
and I would become her bête noire.
But I thought - Oh well – c’est la vie,
I had missed that je ne sais quoi
‘You never talk French to me!”
- her barbed coup de grace.
Sunday 5th May 2013 12:03 pm
Black Widow
BLACK WIDOW
The air is chilled,
the night has eyes
that watch the lovers
in the shadows.
Uncertainty
in sinful eyes,
that hold the fear
where no-one goes.
A prowling man-trap,
scented breath,
arrogance
to hold her own
in crowded rooms
that smell of death,
when you're singled out
and on your own.
Black Widow comes
...
Monday 4th March 2013 5:14 pm
I am not your cup of tea!
'
I may not be
your cup of tea
but I am your
bottle of rum --
most definitely...
so ease up that grip:
Stop strangling my neck.
Let My liquid conflagration
scorch your lying condescension
again and again and again.... without fail.
If you but remember to be true
to what lurks deep within you
I will assail your do...
Sunday 13th January 2013 6:57 pm
Waiting For A Star To Fall
Star
Diamonds strewn across black velvet sky
Starfish scattered along the shore
Star shaped maple leaves flutter and fly
Star flakes of snow in the winter's roar
I miss you so much wherever you are
All I ever wanted was to be your
Star
Photography by Lisa Milligan
Monday 15th August 2011 3:13 pm
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