How do I love thee
Doting, heart full of passion
reciprocated?
Tag: poem
Go, please, just go
Stick with it…get to the end.
Waiting, like a man at the gallows
I wait and wait, and watch your desperate dance
The chance to leave this place I seek
But this is not my choice, but yours
And time ticks slow as cold seeps in
My coat pulled tight ‘gainst coming night
That perfect refuge still evades
And so you lead me to the dark
On and on, beyond the vale
of day and dusk and all that’s bright
A merry dance, and I must give
My all to follow where I’m sought
I try to fight against the pull
Insisting our time has run out
And beg, please free me from this duty
As slumber calls me slowly home
Just over here, you beckon me
As helpless I can not refuse
This is my lot, my place to be
I beg my dog, please do your poos
AB
Deepest Blue
My weekly dose of drivel
Alone she stands, a beacon, calling loud into the night
And to her warm embrace she beckons, drawing in with love and light,
Her warmth and tender words, they promise rest and fretless sleep
Through crashing waves, and razor rocks they flood into her keep
Her eyes as dark as deepest seas, upon which they once sailed
Her pallid skin, her blood red lips, the cross on which impailed
They pledge their love and service for the promise of life’s rest
And at last find solace in the embrace of her breast
Until the end of days, beneath the waves, they serve the throne
Lost to the world and those they left that toil the sun, alone
And in her wake they trail as slow she gathers for her store
Until their memories have faded, and at last they are no more
AB
Time
My weekly dose of drivel
She slips her hand, soft, into his and tender does suggest
that had she known him years ago then all would now be best
Sweet promises that seek to mend the things that cause such rot
With shallow smile he nods, and lies, for he believes her not
Like knotted roots, the tangled web of thoughts run deep and wide
And in the dark he chooses what she seeks to coldly hide
For these things make us who we are, and stoic he persists
Lives the ruin he will not give up, that blinds like winter’s mists
Queen of the tides
Something a bit different today
She slips beneath the silver spray, and into Neptune’s cold embrace
A tidy pile left in the sand, and not a thing left out of place
The rancid rot of time, well hid, laid bare where lovers hands caress
And in the waves, they tumble, she succumbs to false confess
She counts the life she lived, the lovers lost, and feels the dark
Until his siren beckons, turn away, and to his call she harks
And setting sun lights up the crashing waves like fire’s embers
She looks, forlorn, as hand in hand he leads, but she remembers
But it’s too late, their vows are said, she reigns and rules alone
In inky depths, her seaweed crown on bleached white, flesh stripped bone
Rest
Some words that dont rhyme
In this place where dragons slain
lay, beds of bones, and winds whip wild
leaves back unto the clawing earth
and on this bleached cold pyre you lie
consumed by all we once fought brave,
to hold and have and tender spills
a love fire tested, burnished, red
now faded, folly shows true face
And to the heart the arrow true,
harsh barbed with lies and sweet deceit
light fades, sun slips and darkness wraps
her arms in coldest loves embrace.
Screw u haiku too.
It’s Monday here already…
Emotions intense
Ebb and flow like oceans deep
Unpredictable
Ginger bread man
I did an online food order and the delivery came with a free ginger bread man/woman/person
Androgynous baked golden creation
smiling, painted and lifeless . Tempting me.
a single bite I crave, perhaps a leg
or two
Soft on my lips
warm on my tongue
sweet and spiced welcomed into my mouth
just one bite more.
but not the face
with your plastered on smile and dead eyes
neat little jacket between my teeth
I gobble you down
and deny you ever existed…
Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 45 – #Tanka: Honey and Wine
The challenge was to write a Tanka (effectively a haiku with two additional 7 lines tagged on) and include the words “Honey” and “Wine”.
TANKA
The challenge was to write a Tanka (effectively a haiku with two additional 7 lines tagged on) and include the words “Honey” and “Wine”. I think the first 3 are meant to set the scene and the next two express how I feel about it. Not really cracked that bit yet…
I found this one rather tricky.
Sweet honey goodness
runs slowly into my mouth
No diet today
My inner Pooh bear unleashed
Wine fuelled hunger satisfied
Let’s try another
Wine poured, candles lit
Honey, let’s go to bed
Whipped cream, Ice, hand cuffs
This is not like fifty shades
the bloody sheets are ruined
Let’s try a more serious one…
Summer sun shining
Sweet scent of honey suckle
Warm winds on soft skin
Wilful seduction like wine
Warming caress on my lips
Meh…
Maybe I will try something different next week 😊
Fancy something different?
Probing – a cautionary tale – Daily prompt
I woke one day only to find
Aliens probing my behind
Imagine if you will my shock
Lying undressed bar just one sock.
Now I’m not the type of chap to moan
but I’d only just set off for home
from work when there to my surprise
An alien vessel fills the sky.
And after that it’s quite a blur
I recall a creature with blue fur
and a cold insertion twixt my thighs
and tears streaming from my eyes.
Then nothing until I awoke
On a metal slab with another bloke
who struggled wildly to get free
and looked just as surprised as me.
And there we lay for quite a while
imprisoned by these creatures vile
until they entered fur and claw
with tails that dragged across the floor.
I blurted out “I must protest
I need to get this off my chest!”
They simply blinked big eyes and peeked
inside my new friends bottom cheeks.
“Now please forgive my attitude
I do not mean to be so rude
but bloody hell this is not fun
please do not rummage in his bum!”
No response, they weren’t aware
it was as if I was not there
they seemed intent on exploration
to my compatriots consternation.
“Now come on really must you poke
inside the bottom of that bloke?
What is it you hope to find
secreted inside his behind?”
I felt an anger from way down
that they’d picked me when leaving town.
Who would believe a humble tailor
with tales of an alien Impaler.
“I’ve hear you lot are so obsessed
with getting people quite undressed
then delving into their hind quarter
is that what your mother taught ya?”
I’m riled, enraged, my dander rising
“Please just stop my butt cheeks prising
and let me go back to my wife
I’m late, not called, and in real strife!”
I know not if it was my words
but my request it seems was heard
and soon they would to my pleas yield
and drop me off in a corn field.
I know not why they chose to take
folk such as us and prisoners make.
Folk laugh when I of my tale speak
how I cold not sit for a week.
One day perhaps I’ll understand
why people all across the land
are probed by these fowl creatures blue
today was me, tomorrow you?
Take heed in case one day you find
an alien in your behind
your wife doubting just where you’ve been
accusing you of deeds obscene
with strangers you picked up in town
finger pointing face a frown
“Think of the kids, please don’t get drunk
and let folk fiddle in your trunk”.
Armitage – Part 4
It’s all good and well gallivanting to heavens knows where wearing only a thin summer jacket” she shouted, “but what if it’s cold. What then?
“Because the council receptionist said so” was apparently in no way an acceptable explanation for Mrs Shanks as to why her husband would be setting off to his almost certain doom shortly after a hearty breakfast. She though of herself as rather tolerant of her husband short comings, and not especially demanding but this was wholly unacceptable.
***You may notice a change from 1st person. Ill go back and change the other three parts tomorrow – proving a bit messy and restrictive to do it that way***
Hysterical as she may have become she was also a practical woman. He didn’t even have a decent pair of walking boots, never mind whatever else one requires to enter a space time fracture! What about the children? What was she supposed to tell them?
“It’s all good and well gallivanting to heavens knows where wearing only a thin summer jacket” she shouted, “but what if it’s cold. What then?”
Armitage wrapped his arms around her pulling her close. 17 years they had been together and despite all the reasons they both had to dislike one another they still made each other happy enough to still be together and were for the most part a rather good match.
“Kate, we both Know how things work” he said. “Since when does anything make sense anymore.”
Armitage put his hands on her shoulders. She looked tired, her eyes red and her face pale and drawn.
“I’m doing this for you and the boys, they’ve assured me you’ll be looked after while I’m away”.
Armitage had some vague recollection of the receptionist making a promise along those lines. He also recalls more clearly her offering to cast him into the rift with his family if he preferred, which of course he did not.
They’d been up all night going through the same things over and over, and getting precisely nowhere. They had decided that they would not be telling the children, but beyond that none of this made sense. There were endless rumours and speculation about what had come through the rift, and what they were, but none of it ever made what passed for news these days.
“I’ve a mind to go down there and give her a piece of my mind” she said, though Armitage knew full well that she wouldn’t. He shuddered at the thought of her confronting the receptionist. It was pretty obvious to him that there was something very unnatural about her and he made it quite clear to his wife that in no way was she to go to the council offices.
“Lets just have breakfast before the boys wake up” he said, taking her hand and heading to the kitchen. “I could do with a cup of team and some toast. Do we have any marmalade?”
A nice cup of tea and a few slices of toast and lime marmelade later he kissed his wife, reminding her of how much he loved them all, popped on his light summer jacket and headed out the door. He didn’t look back but he knew she was watching from the window, tears streamlining down her face.
He reached the end of the street and was about to turn down towards the bus stop when a battered old VW beetle pulled up next to him. The driver rolled down the window and called him over.
“Mr Shanks” the man said, a long thin finger beckoning him over “Please, get in”.
He was a middle aged man with blonde hair and a head that seemed to be too large for the body it sat atop. His piercing blue eyes were also more widely positioned on his head than you would expect, so much so that the combination of the two gave him the look of a startled gold fish.
Little did Armitage know, but that was precisely what his driver was. Or had been. Many things had come through the rift and even more things had gone into the rifts that were scattered around the globe. Mr Goodwin was the result of one of the earliest experiments. He went in a fairground gold fish and came out the creature that was now revving the mustard coloured Beetle impatiently.
Armitage climbed in the passenger seat pulling the door closed, the seat belt clicking reassuredly.
“Call me Goodwin” the fish headed gentleman said, putting the car into gear and pulling out into the road. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie. He smelled a little damp, like a towel that hasn’t been hung up properly after being used. “You really must have upset somebody to get this gig”
Afterwards 