The Sound of Dying
Sirocco breathe Stalking me Skeletal death A crossroads Decisions to be made Deeply disturbing Wrongly played I stare at eyes That pierce back at me A shadow falls Thinking radically Passing muster A heartfelt prayer No one’s listening Do it for a dare? Synchronous monsters Slithering home Silence is golden Especially when alone Deepening despair As eyes start to cry Is this it? Did I simply die? Fading sounds Darkening Grounding Rounding A corner Gone. Image: The Dying Fall – JG Ballard
Read More »Biology of Poetry
This is a really great article about poetry that I think is spot on in every respect and this man is a superb poet to boot…..
Read More »Texas Summer Sun
A summer rain falls Wet but warm Steam rises from the heated pavement The Texas sun is strong An endless scourge of baking heat It’s only fit for ants and reptiles And Mexican gardeners mowing lawns Dabbing perspiration from my brow Sipping on an ice cold yet tasteless beer Can I make it to the cooling pool? Or to an immense air-conditioned mall? Hoping for relief from a passing thunderstorm I’m dreaming now of winter European snow – a good icy blow Escape from this rabid summer heat Slowly frying in my own juices Dying from the scolding and abuses Of the blazing midday Sun
Read More »Poetry Collection No. 4 – Moon Whispers
For some insane reason, I have bundled together a lot more recent poetry and am preparing another collection to be issued by BookSurge called Moon Whispers. I am currently looking for a couple of people willing to review it for the back cover and also perhaps for a good image for the front cover. Any takers?
Read More »Julia Robert’s Smile
Troublesome emotions unchecked Anger deepens, rises and overflows Where does this deepening depression lead? Meanwhile the stars dance and twinkle Uncaring, unsharing shards of light A smile widens; teeth shining bright white Happiness is a viral happening at times Like Julia Roberts in Notting Hill No need to swallow any bitter pill Laughter tickles in the back of my throat A sneeze of exquisite joy explodes Those little drops of laughter burst out Infecting those around me It’s simply now a cacophony Infectious, riotous and bold As global laughter takes a hold.
Read More »Moon whispers
Breezy, breathless whispers She speaks to you Rasping, her voice is in the wind Leaden overcast clouds scud Trodden ground wet like mud She asks ‘see, see me?’ Tho’ you look high and low There is no sign of her Raindrops splatter the pavement And damp is the rising scent The Moon is sheening silver Hanging low in leaden dark sky Reflecting the one true light But long are the lunar shadows Following us like the scudding clouds The monthly days slowly lengthen Tears of crystalline water droplets As She no longer has anything to say Ripples of a long gone era overwhelmed her Caught in the shadow of the Son The golden orb slowly sails its journey She rises at dawn reflecting all Like a mirror to all humanity
Read More »Chapter 16 – A Lost Soul
As we approach the weekend, and being rather desperate to see some sales, I thought I’d repost this extract for the Last Observer….. its a good little read and available on Amazon and all other book sites at a reasonable price for paperback and or ebook.
Read More »What is with all the poetry?
This last week or so, poems have been at the end of my pen it would seem. I have no idea why. Anyway, I enjoy writing and poetry is a form of writing right? Whether my poems are any good is up to you to judge but if you do enjoy them please consider procuring one of my three poetry books all available in paperback and Kindle formats at all Amazon sites. You can also go to my poetry page and follow the links there too. Meanwhile, although poetry is dribbling out of me daily, I am making no progress whatsoever on the prequel to The Last Observer. I feel no compelling reason to move forward with it at the moment and need to wait until the moment grabs me
Read More »Dancers
Lift up your head and look around Take the time to see the world Bit by bit. Open your eyes and really see Observe and focus your attention Byte by byte. Is this world an illusion? Created in your mind Are you simply a delusion? That God left behind Now close your eyes and listen hard Hear the sounds around you Bit by bit. There is cacophony in the silence If you have the ears to hear Byte by byte. Am I the center of creation? Constantly creating Or just an aberration That God left waiting Bit by bit Revelations Byte by byte Animations No answers No questions Only dancers Dancing on a stage Image: Degas Figure Study 5
Read More »Blame It On The Papers
The newspapers are cruel Saying what they think might sell Sending better reputations to hell There’s no news like bad news To shift a few more papers, We can make it all up Give them what they want to hear Keep it juicy, Keep it rude and lewd No one cares that it isn’t true They believe it like the gospel right on cue
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