The Power of Imagination
A fall into the ocean A swim across the sea Vivid imagination Scheming silently But can’t you see it? Can’t you see it? Can’t you see it too? A flight into space An atomic spark Particle to particle Like a walk in the park But can’t you see it? Can’t you see it? Can’t you see it too? Imagination Imagination Just deprivation Sleep deprivation A word is forming Some translation Form and meaning of Imagination Originally published in Weird Tales, 2006 by G. Michael Vasey
Read More »Four Wheel Eroticism
Here comes trouble Masquerading as adventure As compelling a mistress As there could ever be Temptation without trepidation It’s a sexy little package A delight to behold All dressed up in leather All fur coat and no knickers Excitement or maybe entrapment Step on that pedal To get A to B very fast Low slung wide tyres Tightly hugging the road Automobile all shiny cold steel Designed as a turn on Drop your wallet And run real fast Four wheel eroticism With an appetite to last
Read More »Poetry Featured in Writers Wheel Magazine
I am pleased to have a couple of my recent poems featured in Writers Wheel Magazine. The magazine is the FREE online creative writing magazine from Compass Books an imprint of John Hunt. another imprint – Roundfire Books – is the publisher of my novel The Last Observer. Take a look and my poems are on page 20. Enjoy.
Read More »Who Am I?
Try so very hard to be me The one you think that you know A persona imagined passively Minor differences in take Patterns in my speech It’s not about the things you make But about the who that you are And doesn’t that vary, be wary I can be anyone I want to be I can be anyone that you want to see Image is like clothing for the ego Nothing is certain in make believe Nothing has real solidity Floating variations in psyche Revolving interpretations inside me I project and you receive But the me that I want to be May not be the one that you perceive Am I real then? And are you? Imagined shadows hurtling Through some forgotten plane Like some silly Computer game I digress
Read More »Partner
Long distance feelings felt out Flesh crawls with searing self-doubt Dust pillows where shadows sat Does she, can she smell a rat? And what would it smell like anyway? Not like the dirty smelly tearaway From the bottom of our dead end cul de sac? Perhaps defense is better than art attack? Dying here all alone Throw me a bone Tell me that it was all worth something Take this golden life ring Place it on that finger Be the solid standing pillar I needed you to be While it’s certain I wanna be free Only with you by my side Can I face this dirty lonely ride From warm and womb-like security Gradually losing my purity As I grow older and older My sins growing ever bolder Be the
Read More »A Growing Collection
I have written ‘poetry’ since I was an angst ridden teen. Much of what was reasonable out of all of that material was published back in 2006 as Weird Tales. I recall reading sheet after sheet of yellowed foolscap paper with my scrawl and doodles all over them. Occasionally, I had typed out the poem using a typewriter I had been bought for a birthday or Xmas (anyone remember typewriters?). Many of the poems were well embarrassingly bad but they did bring memories flooding back of 1972 – 1981. Having published that collection it seemed reasonable that I would keep publishing new poetry. Four more poetry books have followed (Poems for the Little Room, Astral Messages, Moon Whispers and Best Laid Plans) and I do think my poetry has gotten
Read More »Infidelity
I watched her face with interest As she twisted the knife one last time I don’t think you believed it even then Pride was your wound Infidelity her knife She took you like a lamb to the slaughter From Weird Tales – Otherworld Poetry (2006)
Read More »The Fall
The summer that never was has faded away There is a chill in the air and the sky is clear gray The leaves begin to slowly turn to autumn shades Any warmth in our Sun is beginning to fade The cycle has turned Preparations afoot For a long cold winter Darkness is descending The nights become unending Hades peeks out of his cave Looking for Persephone To join him
Read More »Awash
Sometimes, in meditation, you get a sense of nothing much matters. That for all the hustle and bustle and all of those pressing issues and events, it is all an illusion designed to stop you from, well, meditating. It feels as if the stillness and the sense of the eternal moment is all there really is. It feels as if you have come home and you really never actually want to leave again to go back to the nonsense that is your life. An eternal moment of stillness. An eternal moment of connectedness. In that moment, many things seem to come together and you understand. You are offered a glimpse of eternity and of understanding and you grasp it but just for that eternal moment and then its gone again
Read More »Thanks…
Just a thank you to everyone and anyone who downloaded Best Laid Plans. The book is now normally priced but available for sale. I hope everyone enjoys the poems and the some will even write a quick review – good or bad – back at Amazon. Perhaps you may even think about purchasing one of my other books? Anyway – once again, many thanks!
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