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I an Not his Muse
I’m not his muse, and I can never be.
No time, circumstance or chance will let me.
After all he gives and gets, loves, regrets,
he remains my teacher and I, the taker.
He is anarchist and challenging creator,
who advocates the belief I have no need
to be seen and posed as a...
Sunday 20th November 2016 9:34 pm
From poetical parody to being me...
Time is rolling on and just to let those who read and comment on my poetry know that I am moving away from my alter ego Katypoetess to using my own name....it will be a gradual move and hopefully a positive one as I need to do this to be taken seriously as a poet. ?
More poetry to follow soon....
Katy
Thursday 17th November 2016 9:31 pm
The Transformation
Solitude
I remain free
my own lost saviour
a follower of no-one
sorcering a new novena.
Awakening
I still storms
in steadfast spirit
a respectable sinner
proclaiming the illicit.
Doubt
I demure uncertain
face reveals and veils
heart throes stone to flesh
keeping close my seven devils.
Fortitude
I am graced
with all v...
Sunday 18th September 2016 9:14 pm
Storm of Silence
As the indecorous breeze does billow
ebb and flow of his dreams,
swelling a deep desire
for her to return
within each tide
of hesitation.
As the unconscious ark of salvation,
sinks slow beneath his sleep,
drowning a deep desire
for her to return
he lies laconic
of malediction.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 11th September 2016 12:44 pm
Fortitude
I am graced
with all virtues from history
my archetype immortalised
amidst this scripture of mystery.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 21st August 2016 1:40 pm
Doubt
I demure uncertain
face reveals and veils
heart throes stone to flesh
keeping close my seven devils.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 14th August 2016 8:31 pm
Awakening
I still storms
in steadfast spirit
a respectable sinner
proclaiming the illicit.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 7th August 2016 8:27 pm
Solitude
I remain free
my own lost saviour
a follower of no-one
sorcering a new novena.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 31st July 2016 2:33 pm
Resurrection
His unravelling - of sacred shroud.
The suffocation of
her melancholic madness
by cloth of self-belief
blesses a new beginning.
The emancipation from
Poetess to temple Papess
his ruin miraculously raised
to unrepentant penitent.
The revealing complete
unveils fervent holiness,
his new bride of a Christ
in divine ambiguity.
His lost gospel ...
Sunday 17th July 2016 4:59 pm
Forsaken
I search
for your soul
in every passing stranger's face.
Knowing it is too late.
I dreamt
we met again
soothing all the pain between us.
The cruellest of dreams.
I crucify
time through mourning
yet it cannot hold back dawning,
of my emancipation.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 5th June 2016 8:44 pm
La Petite Mort of Creativity
Let me bleed out a moment’s release,
from this contemptible inner peace.
my tears are too clear of midnight ink,
my thoughts are apathetic and indistinct.
I look for omens, cracks in bedroom mirrors,
for owls, magpies - among nests of unfamiliar
I churlishly spread my coquettish legs
seducing any passing stranger’s death.
To be touched - trembled by fi...
Sunday 8th May 2016 7:10 pm
Immortal Soliloquy
They say that the worst kind of grieving
is when the lost antagonist is still alive,
whether sudden as a spring swallow’s dive
or a slow wintered bewilderment in the leaving.
Buried, burnt or butchered cruelly out of heart
that did endure with vexation and veneration,
fear of being alone or guilt of being causation
of their final yield to the wind that blows love apart.
...
Sunday 1st May 2016 5:19 pm
Clouds of Loss
If I had
one wish
then it
would not be
for a kiss,
but to look
into the storm
of your eyes again,
and listen.
Katypoetess 2016
Wednesday 20th April 2016 9:22 pm
Cacophany in the Second City
I amble amongst the snake trail
of crowds and loud streets
of consumer rights and political fights.
Then he came and asked me
whether I had any faith at all
and I shook my head in a lie
while he thrust a pamphlet
of salvation into my hands.
And he said "Are you religious
as I am not and never was because
it binds you too tight but do try
as you might to turn to God my love...
Sunday 10th April 2016 9:50 pm
Preaching
Acquire my peace within yourselves
She is nobody’s disciple,
a dither of image and noise,
amongst everybody’s daily causality.
No crowds will gather,
as she looks into the eyes,
that lie tied, and tired in front of her.
She is every colour
of skin, every age, every weather,
every obedience and whim, with no morality.
Dwelling in a magdala
of imm...
Sunday 20th March 2016 6:19 pm
The Silencer
She whispers an aberration,
with mouth of soot stained metal.
Pointing out deluded self-doubt,
muzzling lies with targeted fire.
Seizing breath without sound,
at least four Turks and a Russian
With little or no repercussion.
Synapsed heart from sharp to steel.
Drinking shots after taking shots,
murdering time as it flies fast home,
past window of his decamped rea...
Sunday 14th February 2016 4:28 pm
Las Vegas
Violation and depravity,
within isolation of this valley,
an extravagant medicine to take.
We pace the boulevard,
with no moral compass, neither
north or south in strip-sleazed haze.
Rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension,
morning sirens sing out my sin.
but the more I kneel before you,
the more you raise me to my feet.
What happens with us, st...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
The Temptation of St Anthony II
From Emperor to Vampire, then a journey to resting place of amoral monk.
Dwelling in ruined fort, living in a sin of retired idleness. Momentary desires
to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.
Anthony holds his poetess captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes
naked and tied to column of lost temple. Tresses burnt dark ...
Monday 1st February 2016 5:55 pm
Anthony and Katypatra
I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.
Skin up, pop cork to dilute and delight blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer, my
Goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.
“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*
Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to
nourish exotic fantasy. Arching p...
Sunday 17th January 2016 7:57 pm
Baptism
Drowning.
When love
cuts deep
with grieving,
one immersion
bleeds into
the next.
If she gave
herself
in forgiveness –
would her shadow
follow her?
She unconsciously
weaves threads
of the past
summoning shroud
of the future.
Touched twice
in the laver
submerged in her
saviour’s perdition.
Condemned to
cold is...
Sunday 10th January 2016 9:50 pm
The Temptation of St Anthony
From Emperor to Vampire, journeying through to final place of amoral monk.
Dwelling in ruined fort, a habitual sin of retired idleness. Momentary contemplations
to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.
Holding his demon captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes naked
and tied to column of penitent temple. Tresses burnt...
Thursday 31st December 2015 1:50 pm
Christmas Eve
Hearts heave a relief
of homecoming.
Anticipation smiles
on silent beds
of every young child.
Wreaths of activity
yearning for a peace
that never arrives.
Following evening star
in slipshod time
of glittered hope
and gifted uncertainty
that reflects
in each other's eyes.
© Katypoetess 2015
Thursday 24th December 2015 5:10 pm
Unrequited
The head of a rose
dry and broken
like a soft word spoken
which was not heard.
The head of a rose
petals close together
intense love held forever
which was not seen.
The head of a rose
leaves are tattered
a life lies scattered
which was not known.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 13th December 2015 8:54 pm
Empty Tomb
Swaying
a sweetness,
trespassing
salt-cracked hearts
that pass in prophecy.
Stumbling
upon angels,
awaiting
steadfast negligence
of tranquil demands.
Rolling
stony silence,
coveting
words that ache
to be born
into my arms.
Time ticks wanton.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 6th December 2015 6:07 pm
Vindication
Tear off my guilt,
tie me to your salvation,
innocence will fall,
at your feet of vindication.
Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 15th November 2015 9:30 pm
Ecstasy
His discipline
was her most
desired mercy.
He subdued
and elated her
simultaneously.
He affronted
her with exquisite
hedonism.
She kept him
with sacrilegious
possession.
Reminiscent
of a memory,
she was yet
to treasure.
In their intimacy
he humiliated her,
until she learnt
humility.
Unfounded –
they remained unfound.
In ecstasy.
© Katypoet...
Sunday 8th November 2015 8:58 pm
Benediction
He was her all black and blue
He was her every backward move
Bitten lips, sugar swollen tongues
unable to breathe, only to succumb
Wild-rose rush, indecorous release
bewildered by being hostage beneath
Afterwards, he whispers her to him:
“You are so loved,
you are so loved.”
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 18th October 2015 8:23 pm
Dumb Destiny
I cannot speak to you anymore.
Though over these clay hearted years,
we never really spoke at all.
So now it finally must end
as I am taken once again
by collared, artistic agenda.
I cut languid love loose
re-tie dumb, devoted knots
that only he will now render.
Forbidden of fruitful verse
which may wistfully introduce
play on words of mourning.
...Sunday 4th October 2015 5:57 pm
Formative Years
I guess it all comes from
losing my virginity
on a cliff edge.
Another mans photo in my purse.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 27th September 2015 12:08 pm
Epitaph
Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.
Memories. Hanging bright as the whitest moon
in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.
I was his lover, his muse, his friend,
his counsel over secret canal side walks.
Both sharp suited, professional by day,
we drove fast through boundaries
into love first after taking vows of never.
Towpath widened into world of champagn...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:03 pm
Caring through Silence
I cannot feel your pain.
Your body is numb,
Your mind in hibernation.
For now, let yourself rest
In June’s heat and chatter.
It will take time to be
that knight again
that I cherish so.
But I am there.
Within the silence
I am there.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 16th August 2015 9:26 pm
Residual Haunting
There are these times of the year
that hunt and haunt my soul.
If I am undistracted – unaccompanied
then I become unexpectedly – unnerved.
Whispers on the breeze I cannot hear
catchlights in eyes I cannot see
memories of you I can no longer feel.
You are only 10 miles away
out of my life –
but no distance away
from this
residual haunting.
© Katypo...
Sunday 9th August 2015 9:16 pm
Kismet
Ties loosen
eyes now bound
dominance and submission
momentarily forgotten
within their
kismet kiss
© Katypoetess 2015
Tuesday 28th July 2015 9:40 pm
Vampiric Chivalry
I am undone.
I am flayed –
not by a strike of hand
but of gentlemanly politeness.
I am bereft.
I am rejected –
not by a lover’s spurning
but of frustrated licentiousness
Will my vampire ever brave the depravity of reality,
from the enigmatic dark of brutal chivalry?
© Katypoetess 2015
Monday 20th July 2015 6:59 pm
Dodging Cupid's Arrow
To say
I don’t think of you
would be a lie
but I dare not pine
As you cross my mind
Do not
ascertain as I close
the bedroom curtains
my wildness is founded
in uncontrollable desire
Ignore that
contented smile
while you hold my gaze
I suggest gently that
you need new glasses
Sipping more
or less Dom Perignon
I’m sure it won’t be long
Before barman calls time
...
Sunday 12th July 2015 9:17 pm
Iron Lung
Sometimes. Sometimes, when I am alone,
I slowly, warily try and bring myself back.
Cry out the rotting lump in my throat,
pull at greying hair, a constant reminder,
life is passing and you are no longer there.
Unable to breathe. A little girl lost,
flying kites into thunderclouds.
Glancing faces of mornings in all their glory
delivers me to rest – and now I’m blessed
with ...
Sunday 5th July 2015 4:55 pm
Sweet Light
The hour before sun does set and twilight born
hazy aroma of cooling fields and hearts forlorn
Homeward bound, and bound to home
The wayward desires cease to roam
Sweet light nymph strays into beaten field
To catch that haze she dares to feel
She writes a glimpse of hope untold
As fragile as the petals she dares to hold
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 28th June 2015 8:24 pm
Tryst
Cuffed and collar’d – not entirely wedded n’ bound
Retaining strength with freedom recently found
In gallant splendour of posies he dutifully bade
She became his princess, and nonchalant maid
She washed away his tears with sweat of sin
An’ hell coloured hair that whipp’d his skin
Oh scornful mistress! How can you chide and glow?
Because, she smiled, that’s the way troubadour g...
Sunday 14th December 2014 7:10 pm
Of Lilith and Anthony e-book available soon!
It’s almost done. I am just waiting for the ISBN number and my first poetry collection will be available from Amazon. It’s taken me two years, but it’s been worth it. The collection consists of sixty-nine poems, telling the story of a love affair of obsession and romantic tragedy. Watch this space, and an official announcement that it’s available to download will soon follow….
Tuesday 27th May 2014 7:32 pm
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