Poems

Poems and Prose mostly old, as my muse left home.

Poetry is a state of mind, Generally it’s at its best when your mind is in a state.

I don’t have a style as such and never got my head around a Haiku. I’ve had a go at a sonnet, played around with language and form, and gone a bit Shakespearean in my time. If it feels good do it. No rules, no boundaries.

 

Standfast My Heart

Stand fast my heart, you beat too fast and turn the world too quick beneath my feet. My body shudders with thoughts of sex, my mind exhaling thoughtless breath for things I do not have and more I long to feel. I cannot live my life this way. So stand fast my heart and...

Passion

With rising passions and loving embraces joined and parted to be joined again as winters blanket melts back to expose the burgeoning buds of spring, fond fingers follow meandering contours, dips and curves of softest form. Onward still to find warm moist niches where...

Monkey

There once was a monkey who sat in a tree A very fine monkey I’m sure you’d agree With two hands, five fingers and prehensile tail he was every bit the monkey he expected to be. Spending long hours intently grooming his coat Occasionally given to laughing at monkey...

Live I Not

Live I not under the shadowed echoes of the past. Dark persistent memories of a long forgotten land with searching petulant fingers that would yet take hold my hand and punctuate each sentence with a sigh. Think I not on them, live I not for them. This battle hard...

Fountains of Finance

They rise, appearing unexpectedly, edgeless columns of city glass. Cascades of still water flowing upward reflecting sunlight as I pass mesmerised by their beauty, by the industry that built them. Sea green on sky blue. Immovable fountains of finance, moved by the...

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