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I'm a musician and composer first (www.geoffmather.co.uk) and have written many songs. / Lately I've begun memorising folk songs for unaccompanied performance, and I was invited to perform at a local "poems and pints" evening in Alsager, Cheshire, UK. / This inspired me to learn some poems, which in turn has led me to begin creating poetry of my own.
Love - don't get me started
You might as well quit now
For it's a one-way trip
A banana-skin slip
All the way from perfect pleasure,
A new-found treasure,
To divorce-court perjury.
Open-heart surgery,
From libido to libel
All the hate in the Bible
First you're lost in her eyes
Then you learn to despise
It might take a few years
And take all your tears...
But Love - looking back..
Yes, it was worth it
Happy now?
Christ I deserve it
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Throwing myself from the wooden bridge,
I got a splinter.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
First the illicit thrill
Becomes routine habit
Run of the mill
Like you're invincible.
Once, your heart beated
Feverish, hesitant,
Now you swagger, unheated,
The cheat can't be cheated.
The check-out girl, Lizzie,
Is trusting and smiling
Then she turns away, busy
And you're suddenly dizzy.
To your pocket inside
Go the chocolate bars -
Though it's undignified
There's a strange kind of pride.
Then - out of the blue,
In front of the world,
One day she asks you....
And what can you do?
...But collapse to your core
Like a worm-eaten apple
Pray to fall through the floor
You are Named, evermore.
Oh - the shame! she's disgusted
You're a thief, you're mistrusted
All that shock and self-loathing
For those moments you lusted.
Poor girl, she won't be aware
That her face and her voice
Will feature forever
As worst memory, lowest nightmare.
You'll be chilled to the bone
And you'll ask yourself "Why?"
Without job, wife or home,
Foolish, guilty, alone?
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
The love of a woman -
Although precious,
Is still external,
A wonderful, glorious view,
A panorama to be seen,
All outside and good...
But Hannah, my only child,
She is internal too
Part of me,
An extension of my flesh,
A bond, not mystical or imagined,
But physical and emotional.
Loving her is natural,
Painful and exquisite
I am in her eyes,
In loving her I love myself;
My own childhood, my needs,
Are in her innocent face;
Her laughter is my own,
Her cry is my sorrow.
My sense of loss compounded:
I feel her feeling of loss,
This inevitable separation,
This "best way":
How it hurts!
She may blame me,
She may feel rejected,
But she is not,
She will never be rejected.
If only that one fact
Could resolve all emotions.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
When Auden wrote Atlantis
A poem of elegance and grace
If he'd put it on this website
It would have sunk without a trace.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
It wasn't a war zone
Or a junkyard pile
But it wasn't a home -
Hadn't been for a while.
The garden had run wild
Not dead - too alive
Untended, feral child
A fight to survive
Then into my life,
Through the briar and thorn
Came this beautiful wife,
Like a smile or a dawn.
She quietly caresses
With a feminine heart
Transforming, she blesses
With a magical art.
The woman she weaves
A new world every day
And the home somehow breathes
As she sings on her way.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
If wishes all came true today,
Many lessons would be learned,
Many parents would be wished away,
But, quickly - be returned.
Many hearts would beat again,
Which had been happier at rest,
And many loves would be regained,
Already faded past their best.
Germany - the first to go,
Then the rest would disappear,
And soon the world would just implode,
As desire collides with fear.
'Til - where our blue Earth used to float,
In orbit, scattered far and near,
Would hang in space our unread notes,
Our hopes, our prayers, our tears.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Separate the hand from the rocks
For too long, and up it comes
The charge of static
The small bolt of lightning that shocks
And elicits an automatic cry.
Its erratic intensity: a measure
Of distance and time that's come between,
Far apart - isolated from contact.
It will ground you, take you back
To zero
And bring you down to earth.
On your own - no change marked
Imperceptible charge grows,
Ions negative and unbidden,
Your remove from society deepens;
Your relation and bond to others weakens,
Until contact becomes a danger
TO ALL PARTIES.
No - from time to time touch base,
Family, funny friend, ground,
You must earth the Soul.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
There are a thousand darknesses
That lie ahead
To escape the fastness
Of our marital bed.
So much to lose
Time, money, emotional life
I have to choose
To wield the knife,
To cut the bond
The spirit, the law
To wave the wand
Extract your claws
I won't return
I can't go back
The light I discern,
The tunnel, the track.
A one-way journey,
Committed and sure,
The way to be free,
To close the door.
Goodbye, you hell-cat,
Goodbye, once-loved,
A whirlwind, a witch's hat,
A doldrum, velvet-gloved.
You are wild, you are calm,
First you love, then despise,
I was lost in your charm,
Fooled by your disguise
I run free, I'm alive,
I can't help you find peace,
Adieu, my future arrives,
This blessed release.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
My blood flows so dutifully
Sweat arrives on cue
Skin protects quite beautifully
Heart beats strong and true
Breath turns up when needed
It hasn't failed in years.
Muscles work unheeded
Faithful as eyes and ears
My body and I
We have so little in common
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC