Marshal Gebbie

Nov 2021

Dave Robertson

Grocery

With leaves fireworking
their last defiant blaze
against grey skies and the mud,
once again I forget to remember

the muted tannoy announces silence
for customers and staff
and the surreal descends
among the tins of peas and carrots

where the absence of the normal clatter
suddenly roars, catches in my throat,
the plaintive, Sally Army bugler
scoring the sadness in these aisles,
these isles

with two minutes passed,
the cacophony of the tide
of plant based diets
and too early Stollen returns
to wash over, to forget

#remembrance #lestweforget #armistice #whatweowe

Nov 2021

Thomas W Case

**** Soft

Here comes another
classic case of
writer's block.
**** soft,
I spew
across the
white pages.
Maybe age is
catching up
with me.
Time has been
a friend,
but I'm only as
good as my last poem.
I long for the days
when songs filled
my heart, where every
part of me smelled
the rain and the
wet dogs, and the
streets of Spain.
The pain was always
fodder, the joy, the sadness
the madness of love and
*** and passion.
The rancid anger and rage
became the words of
a sage when I broke
out the notebook.

Not tonight though,
I will wait for the
******* and the blood
to simmer in
the red dot on the
white snow.
Patiently waiting for
the hemorrhaging of
the soul.

#writersblock #writing

Nov 2021

Thomas W Case

I Just Want to Swim

She had that
octopus smile,
always reaching for
something.
I was her small
fish; her handmaid.
I lived in her nebulous
world for far too long.
Inky confusion...

There's a reason for
your treason, said the
old man to the shark,
but Hem forgot, a beast
is a beast, they do
beastly things.
We all have to eat.

I'm done being the
meal.
It's your Ocean,
I'm just trying to
swim in it.

You're an oyster,
and I want your
pearl,
but I won't drown
for it.

#anger #selfishness

Marshal Gebbie Nov 2021

Walking the Dark Mile

Spanning years the tide turns red
The ebb and flow of time,
Whilst thee and me remain transfixed
Perceptions have defined,
The very thought of interceptions
Make palpitations flow.
For Judas led me to the wall
As dark deceptions grow.
Harking to the antecedents
Harking back to them
Recalls the pall of bleak redemption
Smothering us, then,
That moment of anticipation
Fell upon the night
And all at once our resurrection
Felt, obliquely...right!

Cold hands touched my heart today
Colder eyes held mine,
But the ruse within the paradox
Bled the fear, in time.
For someone walked with me in rain,
Someone held my hand
And the palpable relief I felt
Let me understand....
That time, in passing, clarified,
Time thought "do" was "don't",
Where antagonisms rankled once
Your touch, my Sweetheart, .....won't!

M.
Foxglove, Taranaki NZ
19 November 2021

Nov 2021

Thomas W Case

Thinking Beyond

**** to
some
is
erotica to
others.

A feast to
me
maybe
a snack
to you.

We see things
differently
through filtered
eyes,
with varying
experiences.

Open
minds
think beyond
good and
evil.

Nov 2021

Thomas W Case

The Horses Need Hay

Please excuse the boundary
of my sadness;
it's not normal, I'm aware,
maybe, even maddening.

But, the horses need hay.
They are hungry.

Long evenings
full of shadows,
surround my blood
stained lazy bed.

The horses need hay.

Let's gather our
senses, and get to
the fields.
Make-believe we
have purpose and
direction.

Isn't that
the mindset we need
to overcome the largest
lie of them all.

#life