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Lovers
We are the lovers
of this kaleidoscope
this ride we’re on
As we twist, we write
of the myriad colours
the fireworks dazzling our eyes
of tears, tantrums, seering sunsets
the veins in leaves
the storms between people
beautiful and terrifying
all at once
We are the lovers
of words on lips
their taste on tongues
and turns of phrase, delicious
The flick of nib on paper
the trail of i...
Monday 15th July 2024 12:28 pm
Afternoon Café
There’s a café down the hill
where I do my wistful Sunday dreaming
Sitting in the front bay window
hypnotised by raindrops
as they whisper against thin panes
I watch the people out in the street
pull their coats over their heads
and dash from shop to shop
Eavesdropping on the other diners
and the occasional glance towards the crossword
I let my mind wander freely
and chat with the wee...
Wednesday 6th September 2023 4:13 pm
One Last Affair
I’m wearing blue, you’re dressed in red
lit by the dancing candle light
in the depths of some back table
at a late night poetry evening
Our only hope to stay safe tonight
is to keep this table between us
Some wily orator spills their guts
before the hallowed microphone
but all I care to know now
is do you smell as good as you look
Each of us wills the other to go too far
with a ‘what’...
Friday 25th February 2022 3:55 pm
How the Greats Feel: Part 1
Emily Dickinson
Dried roses and loneliness
Damp musk, juniper gin
A sweet secret kept well
E. E. Cummings
Modern buildings made of his words
Falling oak leaf, smoker’s cough
A feeling of getting away with murder
Henry David Thoreau
Wading boot lifting from the muck
Abandoned shed, rotten wood chopped
A longing for sapiosexual chemistry
A...
Wednesday 27th October 2021 7:51 pm
poet's dilemma
poet's dilemma
staring at a white sheet of paper
can be frightening to a writer
or it can bring joy
that is if the words start to flow
okay, I am staring
where are the words
fingers long to write
come on words
materialize
Tuesday 9th March 2021 5:12 pm
The Causeway Between Our Hearts
Tonight, I eye the wind
as it dances on the water
singing of the distance
that no longer can be closed
Well, I told you I was selfish
there were no children in me
Unwilling to stir for a moment
from this endless daydream
where I father my creativity
You told me that you knew me
our hearts beating to that same drum set
and no one must wake you either
That carving pretty worlds
b...
Monday 24th August 2020 4:04 pm
A Story of Hope
A writer yearns to tell their story, any story
that will stand the test of time
full of hardships conquered
and inspires generations with hope.
The story shall feel whimsical,
not so much with fairies dancing
but that there is a happy ending.
The story shall have brevity,
not so much as a long weathered tale
but one that details just enough.
The story shall...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 12:28 am
Match Point
Standing your turf
wielding a giant pen.
Power serving words,
determined to win.
Into the net,
foot-faulted
out of bounds,
disqualified.
Will you be the
pinnacle of calm
or pull a McEnroe?
Steady your pace
or steamroll every
opponent you face?
Time tames
the temper
as many
professionals
know.
Love,
match point,
grow.
Thursday 31st January 2019 6:56 pm
Pseudonyms
I use pseudonyms
because I like to,
because I want to,
because I can!
It’s one of the few things
I feel in total control of
in this chaotic world.
I like the sound
of my pseudonyms,
they fit in with famous
pen names like
Eliot, Bell,
Orwell, Wilder,
Voltaire, Vautaw...
See, besides the obvious
can you tell
which ones are me?
Sometimes I write
anonymously...
Saturday 26th January 2019 12:53 am
Ashes in a Wilderness
To you, readers, I say
I am no writer -
these words
placed themselves
on my page
to tell a story
To you, writers, I cry
I am no chronicler -
these tales
spun their web
through my mind
to make a memory
To you, poets, I sing
I am no rhymer -
these lines
etched their pattern
on my paper
to form a psalm
To you, who come, I whisper
...Tuesday 9th October 2018 2:32 pm
The Interface
Books make visible the writer's soul
Which bleeds its angst by pen:
Spread thin across life's whited bowl
A thin red stain of madeleine
Books may offer us an author's eye
That ensnares the reader within its brail
Or should writers light the reader's sky
And tear apart the shadowy veil?
Books will hold the writer's thought
And bridge the gap twixt pen and read...
Friday 27th July 2018 2:49 pm
Cathedrals of Words [1]
It starts with that
the feel of paper
between the fingers
the paper worn by touch
the ink a little faded
but the weight of
the incorruptible text
resting on the eye
retaining its worth
for ever
Even before that
there was the heft of it
in the hand
the boards scuffed
the jacket torn
but the perfection of
that binding
resting on the palm
is ...
Tuesday 24th July 2018 10:37 am
In The Beginning
~~In The Beginning
leaving marks
that’s all we’re doing
leaving marks
daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard
blood ink
drying
becoming permanent
or
crossed through
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
white paint
lost
ideas and musings
bold statements
of intent
waxing lyrical
outpourings
of joy
of hate
of love
...
Tuesday 14th October 2014 7:21 pm
Grand Words 1 act playwriting Competition 2014
Grand Words is a one act play writing competition run in conjunction with the Grand Theatre Blackpool for people in the north west of England and Yorkshire. It has run at the Grand since 2009 and is about to launch its search for plays for 2014. Winners receive £100, a trophy they keep for a year and a presentation of their work in the Grand Studio theatre, Blackpool. Work should be written for th...
Wednesday 28th May 2014 2:28 pm
Writers Unlimited Google Community
https://plus.google.com/communities/112619643260718091723
By its nature writing is for the most part a solitary business which is why sites like WOL are great to keep in touch, share ideas, post poetry etc.
For this reason I've started a *new* community over at Google +. You may love or hate social media and personally I detest the whole Facebook thing but I have fund that the new...
Wednesday 2nd January 2013 7:06 pm
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