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Garry Apr 2017
On distant mountain
Cold alone  but not lonely
Howling with the moon
Garry Apr 2017
They say I'm like you
And you're  like me
Well what the hell
Do people see

Cos if I'm like you
And you're like me
Then who am I
Supposed to be.

April 2017
Garry May 2017
There's a killer whale in the bathtub
And a crocodile in the sink
I know you think I'm lying
I know that's what you think
But i really am being honest
And truly they are there
You can even go upstairs to check
Just don't annoy the bear.
And if you creep softly to the toilet
And sneak on quiet feet
You'll also get to see the thing
That lurks beneath the seat

April 2017
Garry Jun 2017
Furl the sails
Drop the lines
Drift gently
to the shore

Find peace in  the
placid twilight
&sail life's stormy seas
no more
From an idea on twitter at #TLPoetry
Garry Jun 2017
Brunch-lunch, potatoes, potatoes
Sausages, bacon and beans.
Black Pudding and mushrooms
Tomatoes and egg
Served with coffee
and freshly baked bread.

And when it's all eaten
and everything's done,
I'll take myself out
for a walk
or maybe just sit in the sun
Just a bit of fun before dinner.
Garry Apr 2017
A mistress of her space
She moves,
with the airy grace
of a dancer.
No effort spared;
no gesture wasted
Choreographing breakfast
In her roadside trailer-cafe .


7th April 2017
The lady running the diner on tbe A 59 near Beamsley not only  prepared a sausage and egg bun and  a bacon and egg bun she did so with such style and grace it was genuinely beautiful. This poem is for her.
Garry Apr 2017
You could be clever
You could be rich
You could be famous
All over the world

You could be happy
And witty and free
You could be handsome.
But could you be me?


March 2017
Another poem that worries away at the idea of identity. Who we are and how we appear to others  and how others appear to us and....
Oh well  at least it's  not too dark and no one dies in it.
Garry May 2017
If I speak too slow
I lose you
Too fast
I scare you off
I need your words
to help me play
This cryptic
game of love
Written to you, whoever you are.
Thanks to Lainey for spotting a mistake/ querti g an poasible interpretation. . Now corrected.
Garry Apr 2017
If i were daft enough to falter
and die next Tuesday week
Would anyone
Be kind enough to care?

And If it were on Wednesday
when they laid me down to rest
Would it just be me and t’ vicar
who were there?
Another silly  one.. A more serious one later perhaps.
Garry Apr 2017
I still
recall
how we first met

Catz JCR
1984

crowded bar
eyes met
love at first sight?
Not quite

Though
there was
much liking
me to to you
one way
I had nothing
you wanted

you had
dark hair
crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for

We talked
you laughed
I grumbled

Your friend
bought me a pint.
I was sad
it wasn't you.

We drank
you left
I drank some more
and went
to bed.
Alone

Months later
in a punt
random chance
beer picnic
botle opener?
No chance.

Punt side cap removal
I taught you.
You tried it
hurt your finger.
I was sad.
you were happy
bandaged hand
essay excuse.

We fell in love
your crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for
My car
and hairy shoulders

Years later

you still
have crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for
now own own car

I have
....
hairy back and you
Mostly my poems are pure make believe - especially the ones about murdering people, honest.  
This one is exactly how I met my wife.
She didn't much like me.  I have a thing for eyes.
Garry Apr 2017
Ripped jeans and tight curves
Dark dancing eyes to die for
Will you marry me
What can I say. I warned you all I had a thing for eyes and here they are again.
Garry Apr 2017
Dandelion lawn
shiny yellow in the sun
**** have to mow it.
That time of the year, sadly
Garry May 2017
Daylight slips away
Stealing beauty
Leaving growing darkness,
despair and
deeds too dark for sleep
Garry May 2017
With disarming charm
He took my arm
He also took my leg
He cracked my skull
Like a thin shelled egg
And munched till he was full
From twitter #horrorprompt.
Garry Apr 2017
Running ears flapping
Eating and sleeping at will
I want a dogs life.
Garry Apr 2017
Sad eyes
only see
Dull rainbows
What we see and how we perceive is affected, by how we feel.
Garry May 2017
Last night again I dreamt
of you.
the girl
With the flowers in her hair
Wrapped up in tidy tresses
stray wisps blown by the breeze
You're long and lean and limber
with curves……. Wheeeesh.
Dark eyes and drop dead smile.
You're gorgeous
I love you
Please can we have ***?

But I'm gonna have to tell you
It's something you should know
I hate them ****** flowers
They're gonna have to go

25th May 2017
An early draft yet.but.....
The "wheesh.." is more of a "whffff" or a "fffffffwwww" a sort of wistful gentle sigh, yearning with a hint  of  well intentioned lust. How do you spell that noise?
Garry Apr 2017
npmmicro

If music is the food of love
Is it fattening?
Thanks to WS for the openung lune.
Garry May 2017
Hand in hand
Along the sand
Beneath the palms
Just you and me
Our severed arms
Roll gently to the sea
From #horrorprompt. hand in hand
Garry Jun 2017
I have a little hobby
I keep it secret in my mind
but I think that I will tell you
Because you seem so kind

On sunny days I wander out
& take a little walk
I drop down to the village
& find someone to stalk

I really don’t mean any harm
I just watch them walk round town
until they get into their car
then I take the number down

I try & find out where they live
& if it’s not too far
I go and pay a visit
with something nasty in a jar

I pour it on their doorstep
In the middle of the night
then rattle all their windows
& give them such a fright

13th June 2017
A little bit of silly to brighten up my day.
Pupils at school think I'm  training to be a serial killer. A friend (?) in USA from here and Twitter suggested I'd  make a good stalker  so....
Garry Apr 2017
I held you close and hugged you tight
It was a perfect moment in my life
I held you and I kissed you
My hand soft upon your neck…….

Then you said you didn't love me
any more

I pulled you close and crushed you tight
I had to have that perfect moment all my life
I held you and i kissed you
My hand grew tight around your neck…….

And you never said you didn't love me
any more
A darker poem. Much more my style.
Garry Jun 2017
In the office
Softly sleeping
Harshly woken
Hearing meetings
Hearing everyone
in meetings
bleating
on&on&on
& while sleeping
I'd been dreaming
& my face
was really beaming
Cos while sleeping
I'd been dreaming
Of a freshly buttered scone

17th June 2017.
Written for a friend who fell asleep during a school morning briefing.
Garry May 2017
The house
stands open to the weather.
Walls cracked;
roof collapsing
A mildewed teddy bear
moulders
in the crumbling fireplace.

Woodwormed floorboards;
rotting stairs.
Glass in the windows
shattered
like broken dreams
and everywhere
the sour smell
of regret
and lost ambition.

10th February 2017
No idea what to call this.  Any offers welcome.  For this posting I also changed to regret in the penultimate line instead of decay.  I wonder if this is better?
Garry May 2017
Through lost long miles
Of mist & moonglow
In madness
& the lonely depths of faith
I offer you the ancient words
Of a song
Now rarely sung
May they dance lightly
on your satin skin
As they fall softly
From my tongue


13th may 2017
Inspired  by twitter feeds at
#madverse  and #SableSwanV
Garry Jun 2017
Money for the rich
With money from the poor
They're gonna keep on taking
Till we don't have any more

Then they’ll call us scrounging *******
& when we feel like ****
They'll make us grovel gratefully
For anything we get

They'll grind & grind & grind us down
& down & down & then
Feed us lies & propaganda
So we'll vote them in again.
Just a rant.  Sorry.  But the world, UK at least,  seems to be rushing half arsed further and further into inequality and injustice.  Oh well.
Garry Jul 2017
There's a calm
That falls each  evening
As the day gives up its light
And with it
gently resting slumber
turns to sleep
& slowly
settles softly
To the rhythms
of the night

29th June 2017
Now
Garry Apr 2017
Now
Drowning in the now
Escape comes in the future
Future never comes

Being in the now
Not waiting for the future
When it's here it's now
Garry Apr 2017
The house stands open
to the weather.
Walls cracked;
roof collapsing
A mildewed teddy bear moulders
in the crumbling fireplace.
Woodwormed floorboards;
rotting stairs.
Glass in the windows shattered
like broken dreams
And everywhere the sour smell
of decay and lost ambition.
Is it better to have aspirations that you don't meet or .....
Garry May 2017
Just 5 pounds a night
Good bed with breakfast  thrown in
Messy but dead cheap.
Garry May 2017
If you serenade your lover
With other people's voices
Then she's only staying with you
If she has no other choices
I hope this is deeper than it seems. Or am I just deluding myself. I can see deepness in it anyway. The rest I leave to you.
Garry May 2017
I enjoyed it when i played with you
And I hope that you did too
But your scattered limbs & silence
Suggest this isn't true
No wonder my pupils at school worry that I'm  a serial killer.
Garry May 2017
Revealing nothing
of the details
of the darkness
of my mind
I take your hand
And walk your life away.
From a twitter prompt #madverse.
Garry May 2017
Let the shadow of my passing
cast no darkness on the day
For we live each moment
Only once
And then move blithely
on our way.
Garry May 2017
Madness rages
Out-of cages
Looking round for you

Voices screaming
No one’s dreaming
Coming after you

Axes chopping
limbs flopping
I'm catching up with you.

1st May 2017
For at least two people on twitter! Stalking isn't actually a hobby of mine!
Garry Jun 2017
Stark edges of the skyline
Shades of grey against the blue
I’m capturing the mountains
And giving them
To you

But you say that you don’t want  them
Don’t need anything from me
& you toss them in the waste bin
But you still won’t set
Me free.
Garry Jun 2017
Eaty eaty
Bitey bitey
Eat up. Ignore the zombies
at the door
Icecream sundaes
fresh pulled brains
I bet you'll all want more
Never enough Zombie poems.
Or maybe this is 1 too many
Garry Apr 2017
He was a kind man, softly spoken,
but never lost for words.
I knew him well,
but wished I'd known him better:
we had so many things to do
and thought there would be time
to do them later.
This, sadly, wasn't  true.

But maybe they're important
these things we leave undone
They could be what keep us strong
and standing tall.
For who knows?
If we'd done all of them
there might be nothing left at all.
Written after  the funeral of a good friend.
Garry May 2017
Lying lightly on the bed,  
Your hair is golden in the moonlight.
And frames your face
Like beauty in the night.

Silver features soft in slumber;
Eyes closed tight in sleep ;
Your kissing lips part gently
When you breathe.

But I'm afraid I'll never tell you
How i feel with you so near
I just watch you from the shadows;
And you don't even know I'm here.

Another hour or so in darkness
Then I'll sneak away unseen
But I'll be back again tomorrow
As long no-one knows I've been


April 2017

Here's a haiku  version. Less creepy.

Beauty in moonlight
Dark flowing hair, silk-soft skin
Watching you asleep

10th may 2017
Garry May 2017
We stand as one in beauty
at the ending of the day.
In warm and tender loving
spend the night.

But I greet the dawn with sadness
and an aching in my heart
for when breakfast’s done. my darling,
we must part.

23rd March 2017
Was going  to be a poem for my wife but it went wrong  in the  second  verse, and i couldn't give her this. Back to the writing desk.
Garry May 2017
You're my sunlight in my darkness
The rainbow in my rain
The snow on distant mountains  
We'll go walking there again

You're the apple in my apple pie.
You're the raisins in my scone.
When I'm with you it seems to me
that one and one is one

March 2017 and sometine 1985ish
The second verse was a bit of a poem i put in a card to my wife over 30 years ago, and she still married m! . Sadly I've forgotten the rest , probably for the best, so i added the first verse recently.
Garry May 2017
I loved you
But you left me
You had other seeds to sow
You packed your bags
And said
“goodbye It's for the best, you know”

But you never
Actually managed
To leave the house and go
You're still buried
in the garden
Cos i killed you with a ***

30th April 2017
Definitely not autobiographical, before you go and call the police.
Garry Apr 2017
You were the light
at the end of my tunnel;
The rest at the end of my day
and I thought I'd have forever
to say the words I'd like to say.

But life moves on
And time goes by.
People change
and feelings die.

Now my tunnels have no ending
my days end in an empty bed
and I sit alone surrounded
by the words I never said.

— The End —