CONTEMPORARY POETRY

Jumbled thoughts

Jumbled thoughts The random thoughts that come to me are what create my poetry Just thoughts all simply passing through Unplanned, ad hoc, with no clear view Thoughts scattered from another space With no clear boundaries, out of place So many times I think, I...Read More »

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Miniscule Malevolence. ( Blake style )

  Miniscule Malevolence. ( Blake style ) I stood and watched a vagrants firea flea’s ghost leapt out from the pyre.He thirsts; such thirst is plain to see,his red eyes sear the flesh of me. His tongue darts in and out again,eager to sup blood, like a drain.I’m a cup that sets...Read More »

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Speckled Thrush

Speckled Thrush O speckled thrush so cold, so stiff, so dead! Your flame extinguished a faded silhouette a flyblown curiosity no glimmer of light from your half- moon eye.   Stark contrast to those sparkling beads of lace a delicate throw on Nature’s grand bed a sticky, intricate snare where Death also awaits upon his...Read More »

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It starts with faeries.

  It starts with faeries.  I watch you shut your book  with a satisfying thud  and shout:  “I believe in faeries”  And I see God’s smile  shimmer through the stardust  As the morning stars  sing together  and all the angels shout  for joy  You hug to yourself  a child-like certainty  that now, this very minute ...Read More »

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Ashes

Ashes We carry the weight of all our yesterdays, in large awkward boxes with no handles, till aching arms force us to lift it to a shoulder. Pain and sorrow are packed in the bottom for stability and balance with laughter and joy...Read More »

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The Green Man

  The Green Man I am a kiss that wakes the long dead winter, a sleepsong that rouses new heart beats. I am air and water, the fruit on the vine. I am tomorrow, with memory in ancient tales that told of rainbow colour, woven in rich greens, my roots delve beyond the...Read More »

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Autumnal Dawn

  Autumnal Dawn Dawn rises to a singed orange horizon, her beauty a prayer hung in the air. The sleepy valley lies shrouded in shadow wheredark trees slumber Sun risen, flame red like the berries that glint on faded gold leaves. The hydrangeas pink and blue colours sun-faded to a gentle, subtle hue. In wabi...Read More »

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Two Pairs Of Socks

  Two Pairs Of Socks “Your poetry sucks.” “What do you mean?”her eyebrows knitting a sweaterand two pairs of socks. “Your poetry section, it sucks.Not enough for a good fire,though god knows,most of it should have been burned.” “I don’t pick the books,and who are you anyway?” “Nobody,you on the other hand must be the...Read More »

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Stone

Stone God doesn’t live inside a stone, on top of a stone or under a stone. God was always a stone. A Sisyphus stone rolled forever up and down the mountains of the absurd. Should we wait...Read More »

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Weeping Willows

Weeping Willows Peace lies along the river banksit quietly under a crack willowher bark is coarse and craggyleaves hangfringing the riverin cool shade draped all around youwafting gently in the summer breeze inhale deeplythe damp and earthy aromaelectric bluedamselfly flit in the reedsfish rise to take a flykingfisher dive to take...Read More »

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