Sometimes words flutter against my consciousness, Barely coaxing a response in a fleeting manner Gently saying ‘Write me down, dear’ Others times they resound screeching and jagged Full of discord while beating savagely against my head Until the only peac...
Kooky quasi–serious conversations That amused look between good friends Where words aren’t needed The quirk of a brow The half grin secretly sitting on the corner of your mouth It takes one line of absurd ridiculousness Hilarity ensues chaotically The gig...
You hear my words But don’t get the meaning You hear my jokes But don’t understand them You see the surface because I allow you to see Never scratching below the layers of me I sit and silently watch Without being observed My earphones in Apparently...
Dear Friend or family member, I’d like to thank you for the invitation to your wedding but if I hear Corinthians 13 one more time I think I’ll scream Yes, Love is patient and kind blah blah blah and does not envy and boast blah blah But I have to disagree...
‘It’s time’ I said ‘to write me another rhyme’ and nagging doubt set in and I thought( Stop rolling your eyes - I do that, sometimes) It’s been so long, the voices chiming to get out have stilled. Or are they merely muted? Or on holiday somewhere hot?(th...
I never do a preface to my work but I wrote this a long time ago. I was extremely angry,heartbroken and betrayed by a lover. Looking back I don't feel the same toxicity but it is still a poem that reflects that turbulant part of my life. Dear (Insert your...
I long for solitude, perhaps in a quiet room far away Apart from this noise, modern life so loud A mobile conversation jarringly obtrusive Music player set louder, Drowning out your shouted replies A child kicks my chair on this train Railing and screamin...
I search for something but am blinded by the reflective haze of life’s superficialityTrying to unshackle myself of fear I had hoped to reach Nirvana with unconstrained honest spiritualitySeeking contentment yet it teases and slips beyond my grasp and elud...
This small forgotten bar in the middle of the city The girl sits behind the piano No one pays her any mind except meHer smile a slash of sadnessShe plays her first chord And from nowhere this jazz sound emergesShe should be playing in concerts Her fingers...
And you thrummed you fingers into my life. I felt these defences lower Like a retreat called in BattleAnd you made this heart beat, Beloved. When it had refused for years It creaked, groaned and broke asunderAnd so I began to feel slowly. I flailed and st...
As I sat down at my desk to write. I heard a knocking on my door. Without a ‘hello’ literary devices, language ,words and other assorted poetic elements came through my door. And Rhyme said first ‘Poet, we’ve been having a debate about what makes a poem,...
“Holy shit!” Mac exclaimed, his mouth hanging open. I stalked out sexily. I had practised for a few hours to try to walk in my new strappy black slutellos (my new word for slutty stilettos). I looked damned good. Sherry and I had spent two hours of shoppi...
Did I ever tell you how much I adore your mind, dear friend? A shard of cutting brilliance and delight It inspires me to be more than I am A dance between the two of us – one leading then the other Not a waltz, more a Charleston Maybe modern dance, perhap...
21/06/2011 – London“What do you mean you QUIT your job?” Julia shouted at me. My sister was trying to mother me. However it was hard to take the ‘mom’ routine seriously when she was only two years older than me. This reversal in our sibling dynamic was ha...
The purple pansies peer quixotically at me from their flower bedAn earthworm attempts to ignore my churning trowelToo close, a shudder with a side order of shriekDigging in my lovely little sunny gardenA bumble bee flits and flirts buzzily near my headWit...
