Saturday 29 February 2020

Survival

A 2020 poem


Staying alive
Living by wits
Primeval knowledge
Magnetic instinct


Sculpting trees
Puffing fire
Psychic lobe
Psychotic dream


Blood mouth dripping
Wild eyed stare
Asleep in ice
Dangling in the air


The camera stops rolling
To fight another day
Survival, a time limited exercise

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/fire-fire-making-fire-starter-1839797/

Tuesday 25 February 2020

Scrap

A poem from 2020


I’m just a tiny piece of rubbish
Left lying in the street
Nobody ever sees me
I’m the dirt beneath their feet


I’m just a tiny piece of rubbish
Left over from a fight
Homeless, helpless, speechless
Unloved both day and night


I’m just a tiny piece of rubbish
No use to fellow man
Ascribing me no value
Denying me a clan


If you see me, please take pity
I just want to be loved
It’s not a lot to ask for
Is it?


Image by Ryan McGuire from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/bubble-gum-shoes-glue-dirt-438404/

Wednesday 19 February 2020

There's A Fly In My Ointment

A poem from 2019


Everything is fine
Life is wonderful
I am happy happy happy!
Except that it’s not
Because there’s one thing that’s annoying me
One thing that’s spoiling everything
And so I’m miserable miserable miserable
Life is a bummer
Everything stinks

Image by Ryan McGuire from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/emotions-man-happy-sad-face-adult-371238/

Monday 17 February 2020

A Little Apocalypse

A poem from 2019

There’s nobody here
There never is
Nature’s decay comes slowly
Man manufactured decay less so
But who is there to see it?


Do you think nature cares?
Does it need a spectator?
It has the sun
It seems to be enough
Ain’t nobody comes round here no mo’


Does the breeze still blow
When there are no rosy cheeks to feel it
Do the birds still sing
When mankind has departed?
Clap your hands, trees! It’s showtime!


Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/ruins-sun-sunset-history-york-20129/

Wednesday 12 February 2020

Goodbye Something Beautiful

A poem from 2019

We fall over the edge
We split apart
There’s every use crying


I scratch your back
You scratch mine
There will be blood


Heavy words are thrown
I duck
Goodbye something beautiful


Frantically erased
It was our love
Mutual disfunction


Image by Holger Schué from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/mourning-sad-tears-cry-howl-77382/

Sunday 9 February 2020

Pick and Choose

A poem from 2019


Two contrasting, favourite colours
An anomaly
A brain wired to contradictions
Hottest hell and coldest ice


This is not me
A plain and simple man
Prone to the middle of the road
Playing it safe


I taste the colour of love
I taste the colour of roses
I taste the colour of blood
I taste the colour of danger


I taste the colour of the deepest sea
I taste the colour of Chelsea FC
I taste the colour of gas flames
I taste the colour of BB King’s licks


A mental aberration
A false dichotomy
I defy your enneagram
I despise your pigeonhole


Image by ArtTower from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/blue-red-painted-brick-wall-143734/

Friday 7 February 2020

A Light

A poem from 2019


Some men are islands
But all men feel alone
Searching, silently searching
But searching for what?


There is one light that shines
A distant light but coming close
A light that is all around
A light seeking to enter in

Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/sea-island-clouds-ocean-sunset-4770232/

Monday 3 February 2020

Broken Biscuits

A poem from 2019

All of life is here
Intentionally, unintentionally broken
Sold for a penny, sold for a pound
The young boy puts in his hand and pulls out a plum
A hidden surprise
A beautiful girl
Amidst all the ordinariness of existence

Many days are all the same
Groundhog Day on repeat
Wanting a sweet treat amongst the daily grind
Where are the profits?
Where did all the shareholders go?
Who is eating whom?
Who will end up in landfill
Tossed aside in black bin bags?

Paper bag kisses
Plastic bag wishes
Boxes, tins, sugar within
It all goes down the same hole
And all comes out of the same hole
Every bit of goodness extracted
What will we do until perfection comes?



Image by Pam Simon from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/doll-vintage-hurricane-harvey-2731568/