Im hearing a siphon of a song
My love has gone away
The spindlewood has run dry
The seasons is awry
Tis the time of merriment
said the jester to the knave
Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 6:22 AM UTC
under the halogen light
a spy for another's love is reticient
he knows not what her fate will be
like so many before
His salted tears stains his cheeks,
his nemesis espied his fear
in the house of thwarted love
all is not fair
perfectly voiceless
divorce is the imminent option now
Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 5:18 AM UTC
I mute out all sound
Least I treespass on reasons rhyme
I enjoin in the signets call
Least I surround myself with subterfuge
Like a deckled cheeseboard
I hunger for a Silver lining
Palimpsest on a bright day
I scribe letters already cast
Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 9:15 AM UTC
The horse has bolted
Day is night
Memories flight to County Carlow
whilst he lives in London SE27
A hard rain is about to fall
when he calls me John
and forgets to feed his cats
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 4:50 AM UTC
Silence falls softly in these hours
Oft I wish I were a vampire
Between the void and hereafter
Night unfolds into the ether
And the siren sings her woeful song
What use is this solitude it endures
and whispers tales to surmount
Darkness this is the moment
Of plaintiff protestations unfolding
Sep 28, 2022
Sep 28, 2022 at 1:24 PM UTC
I could be the lash
under your eyelid
taste your summer wine
sip from your song
Such an azure day
listen to your dahlias grow
meet you in the street
mid-cycle
in the passing of goodbye
Sep 21, 2022
Sep 21, 2022 at 4:24 AM UTC
I wish I had a vista of the past
and could still hear the squawking hens
in their Kibbutz hatches
under some 1982 azure sky
I wish I were a hippie
and could permanently hear acetate music from 1967
dressed in kaftan
smoking Moroccan ***
forever young
If I were to be a poet
id gap in the missing years
and candy floss the past
between youngster hood and my near 60 years
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 7:17 PM UTC
She runs to keep healthy
dressed in black
culpable, catching the sunlight
Her beads of inspiration
clings to her underarms
She is at peace with herself
Her red jacket drapes her hips
She is sure of her run,
speedy as she goes
deftly middle-aged
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 9:57 AM UTC
You could afford a pink bathroom
But had a freyed t- shirt
You sapped bitter
And had manacial 1970s whiskers
But I'm interested in your mind
I am quite listenable
I want to taste your Thunderberg wine
And deserve to be sanquinely addressed by you.
Sep 8, 2022
Sep 8, 2022 at 2:57 AM UTC
When you think about cracking an ego
You'll thinking of people's withstanding fortitude
Yet I'm tired of folks
and all their green tomato chutney sentiments
But lost in city road
Ones direction is awry
Asking profusely for directions
Everybody you met is friendly
Which goes against the grain
I'm an island to myself
Righting right from wrong
recessing the plates of your salad
Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC