Category: poetry

Into the waters

You cant get that deep when you’re enjoying a Pina Colada

Silver whipped seas under hurrying grey skies

Gulls dive, salt on the wind as incessant waves crash

Time slips by, and the waters call

Drawing me, the primal return from where we came

To sooth and calm, lifted from the weight of the  world

I stand, ready to fall under the sirens spell

And then, with clarity recall…

Fuck right off, it looks bloody freezing. ..

Onwards

 

One Day, we meet when all is done

where day bleeds into night

And memories slip through our hands

So worthless now seem all your plans

Will you still know me, well you might

Though recollections could be none

 

What seemed so real and most profound

At heart of cause and plight

Is tossed like ships on raging seas

And pious men fall to their knees

Where you stand proud with clearer sight

But it still lies froze deep beneath the ground

 

But nothing stirs beyond the veil

where you so loud protest

Each test you failed in a fool’s crown

Your kingdom to its needs brought down

So say goodbye and go to rest

And feel the cold as heart slows, skin turned pale

Feet loving poetry

One from the past

Theres this woman it seems, met the man of her dreams

rather handsome and quite well to do

and they went on hot dates and they stayed out so late

so exciting being with someone new

Over time things progressed, and one hight she confessed

“no more waiting, I think that it’s time

let’s go back to your place” and they set off at pace

she was ready for pleasure devine

As she watched him undress, buttocks firm rock hard chest

pulse it raced then he ripped off her clothes

ran his hand up her thigh, made her groan squeal and sigh

goosebumps down from her head to her toes

Then he kissed every inch, gave her bottom a pinch

worked his way north to south quite intent

then he stopped at her feet, remarked “Oh what a treat”

but too long way down there he then spent

“Bloody hell” she proclaimed, his loins somewhat aflame

as he tongued, toe by toe, each in turn

and he sucked every one but her passion was gone

though her feet he continued to yearn

Ran his tongue ‘twixt her toes, “Oh please stop” she then goes

on to say “get your mouth off my feet!”

but he gobbles and licks, groans and then slowly spits

“Oh please baby they’re just quite a treat”

“How about this ” he asks, and she’s taken aback

“A caress with your soles quite divine

I’ll lay back, use your feet, It will be quite a treat

up and down, and I’ll thrust up in time”

But she’s really quite shocked at the thought of his cock

‘tween her feet and she shouts “No, no, no!

How’d we get here so fast? I don’t think it will last

get your clothes please I think you should go…”

“Baby please dont’ you know, it’s quite normal and so

many people like licking of toes

It’s my thing no big deal, give it time and you’ll feel

quite at home with just where my tongue goes”

“Not a chance” she replies, realises and sighs

“this won’t work out”. Alas, such regret

As he dresses to go, “kiss goodbye?” she says “No!”

as his breath’s like old cheese, poo and sweat.

So quite sad, it’s the end and she calls up a friend

and explains that he’s gone and it’s done

and though he was very sweet his obsession with feet

not for her and just weird, not fun…

W

Like stars that pierce the inky void

of night she sparkles as she spins

through space and time and all about

look up and watch as bright she burns

–

Beyond the moons of myth and lore

He watches, blinded by the joy

And hearts entwined they find their place

Hearts lifted at the setting sun

–

Forever sighs, and promise kept

And dying suns adorn her train

Of endless night, left in her wake

Their forever sighs, and calls her near

Eternal bound in endless skies

And dying suns adorn her train

Of darkest night, left in her wake

–

Beyond the veil they dip and swoop

Through nebula and pinpricked paths

‘Till time no more stands in their path

To evermore’s sweetest embrace

T

one before bed time?.

Alone she stands and silent mourns

Snow whipped about her feet

Dreams buried in a grave of lies

Air foul where once was sweet

And tears streaming down her cheeks

Fists clenched, jaw resolute

A rage inside pushed deep down low

Her screams once wild now mute

The trust now lost the joy departed

Cold earth on loves corpse piled

No rose she lays no prayers she speaks

Wipes her face, then turns, and smiles

S

ALL HAIL BRIAN!

Its a tale, old and true, through the ages to you

a man good, brave and noble quite grand

he’s from stories of old, and songs sung and yarns told

stout of heart but alas such small hands

From when he was a lad, he would say to his dad

One day I,  will for sure, be a knight

But alas his dad feared and he scratched his long beard

Not convinced that in fact his son might

For his hands so quite small, even though he was tall

And a sword he could surely not hold

It would fall from his grip, to the ground it would slip

Left defenceless alone in the cold

“Perhaps it’s not for you” , said his dad, his heart blue

“Maybe you should consider your trade

Jesters are in demand and with your tiny hands

You would surely have your fortune made

You can dance, perform tricks, they will laugh, give you tips

You can jape, as they point at your fingers

Dressed as harlequin king, telling jokes then you sing

Of the Celts cross the sea, all such gingers

But he would not be swayed

His mind up was quite made

And he joined the kings army with hope

And begged to be a knight

They persisted, quite right

Saw his small hands and loud, declared “Nope!”

Though they gave him a task,a quite terrible ask

But he could not refuse, or give grief

The knights he’d make feel great

With small hands masturbate

Boost their self esteem and give relief

Now each night spends his time, giving handies sublime

his small hands make them feel 8 feet tall

And to battle they charge

Wearing codpiece quite large

Brian drips with man juice, big and small

So rejoice, sing his name, we rejoice in his fame

The inspirer, he who helped shape our land

Not a knight,but still grand

He who emptied man glands

All hail Brian, he of the small hands

A

R

words…

This home, once loving walls, so tight embraced

Burned down by rage and jealousy

and all that once was is turned to ash

as trampled embers flicker, glow and die

Hearts crave phoenix flight without relief

tears hiss and rise as lost dreams climb

and drift to night and nevermore

Regret smiles sweet and mocks with twisted smiles

Q

To all the things that we once were

The brightness of the things that were

Like summer sun warm on the skin

Now shadows cast, and blind her gaze

And endless days to night give way

Until they set, horizons crimson

Set ablaze just one last time

No more remembers, dawn will come

Follows the embers, She remembers him no more

And light once more reveals her beauty

Safe in the warmth, new days embrace

…

…

P

The ravages of time…cant be arsed tonight…

Many times a night

And then cannot get back to sleep

Then water sets him off as well

Its age, its nothing deep …

O

Some peoole….honestly…

He taps into his darker self, malevolent thoughts he seeks

yet mostly struggles them to find and darkness then to speak

Then deep he digs perhaps to find the things he keeps well hid

and in a moment clear a rage he heeds the prompts dark bid

Gives voice to things he’d like to do and thoughts he entertains

of zombie infestations seeing creatures eat friends brains

he shoves a colleague down the stairs, into a river does kittens throw

and finger bangs a woman that he doesn’t want to know

He defecates outside a school, and then punches a horse

makes pranks calls to widower and mocks the dead of course

then dreaming of the things he like to do and those he hates

he peers in through your window, on your roses masturbates

kittens drowned and puppies kicked he revels in the spite

and chokes his wife with trembling hands as she sleeps through the night

All day he entertains and dreams and lets the darkness out

into a cinema he runs and then “Allah Akbar” shouts out

And then with poem on the page the darkness does recede

and bids you keep his secret and the darkness not to feed

with smiles and laughs the rage does pass and normal it return

he presses publish, smiles and winks and to the next page turns

N

word salad

Though eyes grow dim and final sunset calls

you ever still remain as bright as care free summers days.

And soft warm smile my heart delights one final evermore

and no regret, not one, no single moment would I trade.

.

Upon my door the darkness hurled

and screams to steal first kiss and each one since

though splintered wood lay all about my feet

protected, each defended to the last.

.

And when I lay upon the cold and unforgiving stone

hands crossed upon my fiersome pounding breast

you call me home and no more will I fight

and drift to sleep at last within your arms

…

…

M

Fancy another of these?

If lost, the things I hold most dear,

these minutes, hours, months and years

that helter skelter through my mind

With all I am, swim intertwined,

The loss of you the thing I truly fear

…

Still I would cling, with fingertips

that were your name ripped from my lips

that in that place of darkest sky

not knowing where or when or why

Back to my mind Your memory might slip

…

And once again this love would taste

and life renewed, new memories make

this destiny once more to live

In equal parts to take and give

And feel the lessening of heart’s cold ache

K

Another one of these…

These things from which were crudely hewn


And in this expanse shaped and formed


Give way to  heart and hate and fires


that burn and fiercely do refine
 
This love that cuts and scars run deep


warm laughter hollow peaks then fades


And darkness melts at growing light


Which swells and soars, illuminating.
 
So come what will, we bend unbroken
Buffeted by winds of change


and edges soften, time moves onwards


rearranged and stained and aged.
 
Now take this thing I have become


With artists eye see shape and form


And lines, deep colours, shades and tones


this creation ever changing.

J

More words…

She hides herself, thoughts tucked away

Inside a box, paint peeling, worn and cracked

Beneath a bed where lies are told when night smothers day

And from the corners voices call of things she always lacked

Sepia faded could-have-beens hang crooked on the walls

that echo words she should have said

but lips fell silent, never answered late night desperate calls

and lovers tender touch that lived somewhere only in her head

For heart’s are tender, yet she craves what would have been

Picks flowers from him, the one that smiled, or so she thought

And how it lead to all the beauty still unseen

That might have been, but years pass, and still has come to nought

And so once more she lifts the lid and places hope inside

Dust filled, it sits, another day perhaps, maybe

And voices call, quicky it closes, time to hide

Tears in the dust, no one will ever see

I

WORTHLESS WORDS…

This starless nothing spins, consuming

And withers, just like time

Pale faced, backs bent, and fingers clicking

Silent lips mouth blissful groans, sublime

Emerging, shed cocoon sticky underfoot

They slither in foul brine, gasping

And to a damned eternity

He bleeds his lot to everlasting

Each promise kept betrays his heart

And dead eyes fed the crows

As shadows hide the things that lurk

In darkest corners, yet each day it grows

Until Quite spent he slips to sleep

And dreams alleviate

The claws and teeth, blood red that feast

Born out of contenpt,lies and hate

H

Another day, more of this…

This is no Haiku

I will not be restricted

Wont curtail my verse

Protest all you like

With your tight little structure

Impingeing my flow

Now away with you

And let me enjoy freedom

Words flow like water

In your face haiku

I cannot abide your grip

Eat my verbose words!

G

My descent into troll/goblin oral loving is complete

So I tried to write something poetic, then the word gobbling sprung into my head, then I could think of nothing but rhyming hobbling and gobbling (or goblin) and then there was this emerging limerick where someone with just one leg went around town hobbling in search of gobbling and then it was verging on something really dirty full of one legged people gobbling goblin cocks and I htought surely you can do better than that and then I couldn’t really rhyme gobbling with goblin and it just all fell apart…so instead i wrote a poem about a Goat called Gary

Oh Gary, your coat so wirey and hooves, steadfast

To mountain sides you cling, never hobbling

And on your back, majestic goblins lurch and writhe

in search of trolls for sweetest gobbling to enjoy

for girth does eyes make water and the length

of days is measured in the gagging over hill and glen and…

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Oh for fuck sake…I’m going to bed… this is ridiculous…