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Bill
Bill,
Came to my door
Some weeks ago
And now
Is a regular visitor,
And if my husband
Ever found out
He’d probable
Blow his top,
I’ve tried to dump Bill
Many times
But Bill keeps
Coming back
On a regular bases,
My husband
Left for work this morning
And Bill
Sat on my bed,
But I
Have had enough
Cannot take no more
So I stabbed Bill
With my credit card
And paid that Bill in full.
12 October 2014
Came to my door
Some weeks ago
And now
Is a regular visitor,
And if my husband
Ever found out
He’d probable
Blow his top,
I’ve tried to dump Bill
Many times
But Bill keeps
Coming back
On a regular bases,
My husband
Left for work this morning
And Bill
Sat on my bed,
But I
Have had enough
Cannot take no more
So I stabbed Bill
With my credit card
And paid that Bill in full.
12 October 2014
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
A little humour, on a Sunday afternoon
Closed
Tiny hands that cling to coins with such hope
To reach out and find the machine is broke
Holding back the tears and trying to cope
No signs no warnings of closed for repairs
In a hurry not paying attention
Grasped the frying pan handle, to feel burn
Ignoring the feeling, apprehension
The hopes of what was to be slowly fades
Donning a coat to keep the cold away
Wrapped so tight you cannot feel the heart beat
Outer shell still looks good, inner frayed
No signs no warnings of closed for repairs
Tucked safely in bed alone in the night
Maybe lost the battle but not the fight
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To reach out and find the machine is broke
Holding back the tears and trying to cope
No signs no warnings of closed for repairs
In a hurry not paying attention
Grasped the frying pan handle, to feel burn
Ignoring the feeling, apprehension
The hopes of what was to be slowly fades
Donning a coat to keep the cold away
Wrapped so tight you cannot feel the heart beat
Outer shell still looks good, inner frayed
No signs no warnings of closed for repairs
Tucked safely in bed alone in the night
Maybe lost the battle but not the fight
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Posted: Aug 2015
Post Comment
the constant swimmer
it took forever to my find my forever
a metaphorical mooring by sea
it was a tougher search to find her
and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree
the beach is a natural kilometre
I trusted the distance by guile
we planned our dream house together
I knew that she’d furnish in style
at 5am each morning
as the dew makes kings of the grass
I’m stretching and preparing to enter
a sea that’s the colour of glass
the gulls sing high pitched and often
plunging and rising again
a fox is eating my flip flops
and discovers they’re more than size 10
I sit on the rocks when I’m done in
and chase my breath till I see
a cup of hot steaming coffee
improbably right next to me
a metaphorical mooring by sea
it was a tougher search to find her
and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree
the beach is a natural kilometre
I trusted the distance by guile
we planned our dream house together
I knew that she’d furnish in style
at 5am each morning
as the dew makes kings of the grass
I’m stretching and preparing to enter
a sea that’s the colour of glass
the gulls sing high pitched and often
plunging and rising again
a fox is eating my flip flops
and discovers they’re more than size 10
I sit on the rocks when I’m done in
and chase my breath till I see
a cup of hot steaming coffee
improbably right next to me
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Posted: Jul 2023
Post Commentthe artist
our tale begins midwinter
in austere and ancient rooms.. where landlords sold satanic ales to drink away life's glooms
a tortured artist drinks alone
his circumstances dire
sheltering in his suffering ways
adjacent to the fire
the world had moved on a'pace
and many were left behind
the artist eye that made him wealth.. now obsolete and blind
in matters of the fairer sex
he punched above his weight
two droplet eyes of emeralds
coupled with his fate
she had a savage logic
he lived by dint of heart
when friendly tides
bid both goodbye
they had no course to chart
the clock struck the bell's lament and soon he was last guest
when the landlord offered free a dram.. he thought it for the best
"I hear you are an artist" the bearded barman said
then pointed to a landscape
that hung above his head
"I take no joy in your poverty
as once I wore your shoes..
take that away.. for a year and day.. and I'll buy away your blues.."
dawn brought in fractions.. memory
the artist woke in bed
yet felt an uneasy presence
hanging overhead
he hung it in his study..
he hung it in the hall.. he hung it in an outhouse.. still he heard it's call
he tried to block it's echo.. by hanging in reverse.. but every colour mocked him.. his mind was now a curse
it terrorised his psyche.. it mirrored his unease.. it altered with the seasons.. trees did shed their leaves
his sanity divorced him.. to run away with pain.. he wondered if in waking dreams.. the landlord did the same..
in austere and ancient rooms.. where landlords sold satanic ales to drink away life's glooms
a tortured artist drinks alone
his circumstances dire
sheltering in his suffering ways
adjacent to the fire
the world had moved on a'pace
and many were left behind
the artist eye that made him wealth.. now obsolete and blind
in matters of the fairer sex
he punched above his weight
two droplet eyes of emeralds
coupled with his fate
she had a savage logic
he lived by dint of heart
when friendly tides
bid both goodbye
they had no course to chart
the clock struck the bell's lament and soon he was last guest
when the landlord offered free a dram.. he thought it for the best
"I hear you are an artist" the bearded barman said
then pointed to a landscape
that hung above his head
"I take no joy in your poverty
as once I wore your shoes..
take that away.. for a year and day.. and I'll buy away your blues.."
dawn brought in fractions.. memory
the artist woke in bed
yet felt an uneasy presence
hanging overhead
he hung it in his study..
he hung it in the hall.. he hung it in an outhouse.. still he heard it's call
he tried to block it's echo.. by hanging in reverse.. but every colour mocked him.. his mind was now a curse
it terrorised his psyche.. it mirrored his unease.. it altered with the seasons.. trees did shed their leaves
his sanity divorced him.. to run away with pain.. he wondered if in waking dreams.. the landlord did the same..
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Posted: Jun 2019
Post Commentthe willow signs her name on the river
when the playing cards fall
from the poker game of life
in name or in spirit
I'll always call you wife
you watched me live my dreams
as I trapped the river, free
you only caught a fleeting glimpse
of how we used to be
the river shares my life
she is gracious.. that I know
a willow signs your name
in the transit of it's flow
the snow here checks my rage
it qualifies each sound
the deep root of family
unchanged beneath the ground
you left this place too early
but you never left me Lil
your black hair dresses trees
and it rains strong whiskey, still
from the poker game of life
in name or in spirit
I'll always call you wife
you watched me live my dreams
as I trapped the river, free
you only caught a fleeting glimpse
of how we used to be
the river shares my life
she is gracious.. that I know
a willow signs your name
in the transit of it's flow
the snow here checks my rage
it qualifies each sound
the deep root of family
unchanged beneath the ground
you left this place too early
but you never left me Lil
your black hair dresses trees
and it rains strong whiskey, still
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Posted: Jul 2019
Post Commentsome nights
when the river is gentle
when sound runs and sighs
when starlight is music
when I first heard your lies
your blonde hair silk curtains
fell over my world
and it robbed me of daylight
on the night it unfurled
some nights I can't sleep
some days I can't eat
sometimes the curve of your memory
trips up my bare feet
I'm too tough to hate
I'm too strong to moan
when kissing her body
I still feel alone
the mist coats my bones
the air stings then soothes
some people are happy
and some sing the blues
when sound runs and sighs
when starlight is music
when I first heard your lies
your blonde hair silk curtains
fell over my world
and it robbed me of daylight
on the night it unfurled
some nights I can't sleep
some days I can't eat
sometimes the curve of your memory
trips up my bare feet
I'm too tough to hate
I'm too strong to moan
when kissing her body
I still feel alone
the mist coats my bones
the air stings then soothes
some people are happy
and some sing the blues
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Posted: Jul 2019
Post Commentmarianne
drank whisky
from a bellybutton
after hours in a bar
heard the sound
of my breathing
through the lungs
of your guitar
heard a seagull
sing the blues
from the deck
of a fishing boat
heard Mississippi
for the first time
thought that is all she wrote
heard tampa sing
"it hurts me too"
on a road to NYC
heard a lover say "I do" in church
then spent the night with me
and lightnings
just a broken string
on horizon's air guitar
cloudy lyrics
fall as rain
through the windscreen
of my car
there's always a new town
a new girl and you
you're trying hard
to unpick life
tangled up in blue
from a bellybutton
after hours in a bar
heard the sound
of my breathing
through the lungs
of your guitar
heard a seagull
sing the blues
from the deck
of a fishing boat
heard Mississippi
for the first time
thought that is all she wrote
heard tampa sing
"it hurts me too"
on a road to NYC
heard a lover say "I do" in church
then spent the night with me
and lightnings
just a broken string
on horizon's air guitar
cloudy lyrics
fall as rain
through the windscreen
of my car
there's always a new town
a new girl and you
you're trying hard
to unpick life
tangled up in blue
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Posted: Jan 2021
Post Commentcourage
when the clinker fails
in the boards of your heart
when the gunnells dip
and you lose your chart
when you sail alone
through the seas of steel
when your sails are drowned
by a broken keel
when the wind dies
and your spirit's corrupted
when you inch ahead
with your pace obstructed
when the will to fight
is made weak by thirst
when your clothes are skin
and your hope is cursed
when you reach your end
and you are still alive
when ascending angels
turn to birds and dive
when the clouds part
and you see God divine
when all shapes of memory
dim to a line
when you fight to retain
the metallic of blood
when the last of your senses depart for the mud
when the comfort of death
tempts like a liar
when the last thing you own
is belligerent fire
when the heart of darkness
offers his hand
when you can't see heaven
the sky or the strand
when you see him smirk
with his ancient sigh
you ferociously snarl
and tear out his eye
in the boards of your heart
when the gunnells dip
and you lose your chart
when you sail alone
through the seas of steel
when your sails are drowned
by a broken keel
when the wind dies
and your spirit's corrupted
when you inch ahead
with your pace obstructed
when the will to fight
is made weak by thirst
when your clothes are skin
and your hope is cursed
when you reach your end
and you are still alive
when ascending angels
turn to birds and dive
when the clouds part
and you see God divine
when all shapes of memory
dim to a line
when you fight to retain
the metallic of blood
when the last of your senses depart for the mud
when the comfort of death
tempts like a liar
when the last thing you own
is belligerent fire
when the heart of darkness
offers his hand
when you can't see heaven
the sky or the strand
when you see him smirk
with his ancient sigh
you ferociously snarl
and tear out his eye
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Posted: Mar 2019
Post Commentstay the course, girl
If I could hold the quill of truth..over the page of unfolding story.. and hold it still and let the page itself.. write the words of your defining glory
If I could read your name in the vast retreating sea.. and follow the tides in a raft made.. from the bones of you and me
if I could see the candle, reflected in your eyes.. that lights the table beside your bed.. and see that light in constant fight.. against the dowsing tears you shed
I would pray with actions.. outside the gate of all you hold.. most true.. and guard from devils and unworthy men.. the very thing that make you, you
If I could read your name in the vast retreating sea.. and follow the tides in a raft made.. from the bones of you and me
if I could see the candle, reflected in your eyes.. that lights the table beside your bed.. and see that light in constant fight.. against the dowsing tears you shed
I would pray with actions.. outside the gate of all you hold.. most true.. and guard from devils and unworthy men.. the very thing that make you, you
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
for Vanessa
Capturing Time
Just when you feel most alive
Life is full of beauty
A feeling that you get
Like the ocean
Flowing through your veins
Life is full of blossoms
An orchard in spring
Just when you feel most afraid
Life is full of darkness
A feeling that you get
Like a storm
Raging through your space
Life is full of promises
A chest of hope inside
Like a treasure
Glittering with gold
Just when you feel most in love
Life is full of grace
A feeling that you get
Like a rainbow
Shining in your face
Life is full of sunshine
A perfect summer day
Like a dream
Spinning out of place
Just when you feel most secure
Life is filled with love
A feeling that you get
Like the children
Playing in the park
Life is filled with laughter
Each frame a perfect shot
Like a camera
Capturing time
Life is full of beauty
A feeling that you get
Like the ocean
Flowing through your veins
Life is full of blossoms
An orchard in spring
Just when you feel most afraid
Life is full of darkness
A feeling that you get
Like a storm
Raging through your space
Life is full of promises
A chest of hope inside
Like a treasure
Glittering with gold
Just when you feel most in love
Life is full of grace
A feeling that you get
Like a rainbow
Shining in your face
Life is full of sunshine
A perfect summer day
Like a dream
Spinning out of place
Just when you feel most secure
Life is filled with love
A feeling that you get
Like the children
Playing in the park
Life is filled with laughter
Each frame a perfect shot
Like a camera
Capturing time
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
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