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1.8k · Oct 2013
Anarchy
Simon Clark Oct 2013
To rise above the shoulders of others,
To see the things they can’t,
Pointing out the errors of law,
Taking a stand when falling down,
Accused of sins and crossing lines,
Anarchic behaviour built on honest minds,
Crushed by labels – a society wrapped in vines.
1.8k · Aug 2012
A Soldiers Fear
Simon Clark Aug 2012
See just how his blood spills,
The man whose gun has failed in fear,
Fearful; afraid of his own power,
A soldier, a moral soldier,
On the search for safety.

See just how the war explodes,
Its aim lost in the midst of anger,
Angered; furiously fuelled by prejudice,
A battle; an illegal, out of control sight,
On the brink of hatred.
written in 2005
1.8k · Aug 2012
The Mosquito
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I look the same as other flies but my name is my flaw,
Blue Bottles are a pest but not perceived as much more,
The common House Fly is named with human charm,
I’m called Mosquito and mean you no harm,
Most of us eat nectar and us males eat nothing more,
It’s the ladies of certain sects who take the blood from your pores,
So please don’t be scared of me as you lay dishabille in the sun,
I’m not going to bite you; I am the nice one.
written in 2009
1.8k · Aug 2012
Invention
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Why am I no longer impressed by my invention?
It's only a facade...I know,
But it cuts deeper as the lies grow,
A lover,
A victim,
A villain,
A saint,
A queer,
A god,
I've been all I wanted to be,
Yet I never truly achieved this state,
Time to put down the rulebook,
Give up the dire life and find a new invention,
A reality that's all me.
Written in 2005
1.8k · Oct 2013
I Didn't Sleep Last Night
Simon Clark Oct 2013
A Poem by Simon Clark to Celebrate National Poetry Day 2013**  

I didn’t sleep last night for fear of dreaming,
For if my eyes closed and my mind wandered,
It might picture a time when you walk away,
When the door you held open and invited me through,
Closed,
Shut,
Locked and final,
I didn’t sleep last night for fear of dreaming.

I didn’t sleep last night for fear of waking,
Waking up to a cold and empty bed,
Where my night visions turn into night terrors,
Where you say you never loved me and you never could,
Cold,
Shunned,
Lost and frozen,
I didn’t sleep last night for fear of waking.

I didn’t sleep last night for fear of writing,
For if my ink bled onto its canvas,
Revealing images I’d concealed from view,
Opening the door to see an unrequited love,
Chaste,
Stopped,
Loosed and falling,
I didn’t sleep last night for fear of writing.

I didn’t sleep last night for fear of crying,
The broken tears I hoped would never fall,
Yet looking up at the blanket of ceiling,
The lonely waters erupted and they cleansed my soul,
Cleared,
Soft,
Light and freeing,
I didn’t sleep last night for fear of crying.

I might just sleep tonight; no fear of being,
In my bed of dreams and reality,
Where my daily life is lived in fantasy,
The ecstasy of knowing I can close my eyes; sleep,
Calm,
Smooth,
Laced and fading,
I might just sleep tonight; no fear of being…

…asleep.
1.7k · Aug 2012
The Pigeon
Simon Clark Aug 2012
“Vermin!!!”
“Rat of the sky!!!”
“Flea-ridden disease carrier!!!!”

I hear there vicious taunts,
I’m not pretty enough to flaunt my plume,
But I’m smart,
I am central to London; we are the works of art,
They try to move us on,
For some time now we’ve been gone,
But don’t forget that out of sight,
We pigeons take our magic flight.

“Vermin!!!”
“Rat of the sky!!!”
“Flea-ridden disease carrier!!!”
written in 2009
1.7k · Aug 2012
Cigarettes and Cocaine
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Cigarettes and *******,
Sliding through my body,
I ache in pain and pleasure,
My heart is beating fast,
My mind is moving slow,
Drunk on Jack Daniels,
And secretly wanting to go.

Over and out and overboard,
I'm tried of the need to come alive,
Tired of losing four times out of five,
Reflection is shattered,
Soul is battered,
Cigarettes and *******,
Hate them, hurt me, want them.
written in 2008
1.7k · Aug 2012
God Bless The Child
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Billie Holiday’s catalogue,
by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog)

God bless the child who stands alone,
God bless the child who never had a home,
God bless the child I see in the mirror,
Help him recover, help him remember.

God bless the child who fights to be heard,
God bless the child who suppresses his words,
God bless the child I once used to be,
Help him recapture, help him to regain.

God bless the child who runs from the pain,
God bless the child who sleeps out in the rain,
God bless the child I see in the photos,
Help him recuperate, help him restore.

God bless the child who has his own,
God bless the child who struggles to atone,
God bless the child I destroyed inside me,
Help me resolve all his anger to me.
written in 2010
1.6k · Aug 2012
Overdose
Simon Clark Aug 2012
On the edge of life,
Not playing with fire,
No games with a knife,
Just needles and liars.

Into the vein of truth,
A path of clarity and hurt,
Perched on the ledge of a roof,
Where all is brightness and dirt.

The spinning carousel of time,
Where everything is confused,
Without reason or rhyme,
But my heart’s alive; enthused.

Crashed beneath hellish ground,
The heat melts my senses,
The fear deadens the sound,
As I’m swallowed through the defences.
written in 2009
1.6k · Aug 2012
The Honey-Pot
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I could dive into your love,
And spread your lips with ease,
I could take you up to heaven,
You could take me where you please,
With all your might why don't you,
Hold my branch so tight,
And gently stroke the bark,
So i can stand upright.

I'll aim for the tunnel,
The honey-*** of gold,
And swoop with such tenderness,
Just like blue movies told,
I'll caress the upper mounds,
While down below I'll play,
We'll be the image of unity,
Like two statues erected in clay.

I'll spin you 'round to face the mirror,
With your back so kindly turned,
And deep into another cave,
You'll feel my spirited sword burn,
Like Mount Etna i shall erupt,
You are now down on your knees,
I'll spray over you my water,
Like the waves from violent seas.

You'll swiftly motivate your tongue,
To taste the salty drops,
As Etna starts to calm himself,
And the mighty eruption stops,
We, entwined like two vines,
Shall rest our throbbing hearts,
At peace, at ease, in loving times,
Like swans that never part.
written in 2006
1.6k · Aug 2012
The Peacock
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Like a flame his plume is wild,
Yet perfectly formed,
A regal blue and crown of gold,
A wondrous cavern of treasure in every eye-shaped fold,
The hint of black, the splash of purple, the green that’s taken hold,
A delicate vision,
It’s easy to see he’s breathtakingly bold.
written in 2009
1.6k · Aug 2012
Heartbeat
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Listen,
It beats,
Steady,
Controlled,
But,
Irregular,
It goes.

Listen,
My heart,
Changes,
Pattern,
Stopped,
Fainter; softer,
It slows.

Listen,
It beats,
Even,
Controlled,
Yet,
Irregular,
It knows.

Listen,
My heart,
Changes,
Pattern,
Stopped,
My world; my life,
It slows.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
written in 2009
1.6k · Aug 2012
The Swan
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I'm white and pure,
i'm gorgeous,
I'm in love with my reflection,
I'll never part from it,
You all look at me and smile,
I'm beautiful, elegant and strong,
I'm the one you've heard about,
The truly English Swan.
written in 2009
1.6k · Aug 2012
The Crocodile
Simon Clark Aug 2012
The survivor,
Outlived the dinosaurs,
Pathetic creatures running from the sun,
We stayed safe in our wetland,
Feeling pretty clever, pretty grand.

We terrify,
Our teeth are sharp,
But we swim as smooth and silent as a harp,
I'm smiling,
Smiling at you.
written in 2009
1.6k · Oct 2013
Poem For Baby John James
Simon Clark Oct 2013
Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a miracle occurs,
Like a shooting star or a raindrop falling on the icy lake,
Or a baby being born.

John James enters the world to explore the brand new sights,
From the comfort of his mothers womb to a world of calm,
Of love and peace,
His life, I hope, will be one filled with joy and cheer,
And the necessary feeling of knowing his family is near,
And as the wind changes and the seasons come and go,
I know that John James changeth, you'll see just how he grows.

You'll watch upon in wonder as he utters his first word,
Like the blind man who rejoiced at the sight of the mockingbird,
You'll watch upon in awe as, slowly, step by step he takes,
And the pleasure you will feel each morning that he wakes,
In a time where life can be so cruel and rushed,
Nothing silences the passion, this flame just can't be hushed.

Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a baby can be born,
And like the river finds it way, John James has found your heart,
For, in that heart, like a locket on a pendant, he will forevermore stay.
1.5k · Aug 2012
Terrorist Attack
Simon Clark Aug 2012
The threatening shadow looms over us all,
As the bombs tumble down and the buildings fall,
A silence appears from the heart of a scream,
Where all we see are the tatters of a dream,
The sunshine is blocked by the raising flags,
And our friends are carried in blue body bags,
The birdsong has stopped having died its death,
The world has uttered the words “Macbeth!”
written in 2009
1.5k · Aug 2012
The Snowman
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Made from snow,
He stands so tall,
With eyes of coal,
In weather so cruel,
He still smiles his smile,
Wearing his scarf and hat,
Before the sun arrives to melt him away,
Until he comes back next Christmas Day.
written in 2009
1.5k · Aug 2012
The Dolphin
Simon Clark Aug 2012
How relaxing to sit aboard a small row boat,
Amidst the wide blue ocean,
When suddenly from the salty depths,
There is a stiring potion,
Tiny rings of air are danced up to the surface,
And suddenly a fin appears,
That slender body and delicate stroke,
The kindest sight my eyes have encountered for years.
written in 2009
1.5k · Aug 2012
Seppuku
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Original honour killing,
But the killing of self,
Eviscerate with the Sword,
Samurai Warrior chooses his death,
Rather than an enemy steal his last breath.

Original honour killing,
Bushido; Seppuku,
Disembowelment left to right,
This great honour is fused with a great pain,
Plunged through his skin to make himself pure again.
written in 2009
1.5k · Oct 2013
The Burden Of Ostracism
Simon Clark Oct 2013
Sifted like flour,
I’ve been removed from the good,
Discovered as bad,
Waited for hours,
‘Neath the cover of the hood,
Torn, lonely and sad.
1.5k · Aug 2012
The Adoring Crowd
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I'm sitting in the passenger seat of my limousine,
Waiting for the driver to open the door,
To greet the adoring crowd,
Screaming and singing and chanting my name aloud,
It's my party to celebrate my turning 21,
The moon is out, browned from the summer sun.
written in 2006
1.5k · Aug 2012
In The Mood
Simon Clark Aug 2012
In the mood to have a drink,
A glass of champagne,
Watch Big Ben count down the time,
Until the New Year enters in,
Party Poppers popping proudly,
Magic music motoring,
In the mood to have a dance,
A dance to enchant,
Watch the fireworks explode,
The clock meets the midnight hour,
Party Poppers popping proudly,
Magic music motoring.
written in 2006
1.5k · Aug 2012
The Elephant
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Walking to our death,
An endless search for a resting place,
Passing the bones of friends,
Scattered and devoured with no grace,
Although the path we tread is cruel,
We hold ourselves with enduring pride,
They can take our freedom and our tusks,
But we have dignity and elegance on our side.
written in 2009
1.4k · Aug 2012
The Easter Egg Hunt
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Children run along the fields,
Searching behind each tree,
Looking under stones and rocks,
Looking in each cupboard,
Behind each padlock,
Wanting to find the treat thats hidden somewhere,
They know the adults stole away to hide them,
Chocolate eggs,
Bunny rabbits and tiny chicks roaming too,
Searching for the re-born future,
Promised from the moment of returning,
Looking under stones and rocks,
Looking in each cupboard,
Behind each padlock.
written in 2006
1.4k · Aug 2012
The Penguin
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Crack the ice,
I want to fish,
I want to swim in the cold waters,
Watch me swim with my friends,
Side by side we toddle to the ledge,
Shining white with the snow,
And tarnishing the landscape with black,
We tarnish purity,
Yet remain pure and free,
A lesson to learn,
Of black together with white,
A sensational diversity.
written in 2009
1.4k · Aug 2012
Mummification
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Ultimate preservation,
A cleansing of the spirits,
Keeping a pure soul intact,
Bandaged but unhealed,
Bandaged but mortal.
written in 2009
1.4k · Aug 2012
It's Bliss
Simon Clark Aug 2012
A kiss on the cheek,
As your arms encircle me,
A loving embrace,
I would never change a moment,
It's bliss.

A hand through your hair,
The deep chocolate falling loose,
Biting my soft skin,
I could never think of swapping,
It's bliss.

My body is high,
As it lay beneath her own,
We're becoming one,
I will never move an instant,
It's bliss.

The passion is hot,
As we rest **** with the stars,
The hands that won't part,
I shall never lose memories,
It's bliss.

Rise from a nightmare,
To see you smiling in sleep,
A calm peaceful glee,
We can never change you and me,
It's bliss.

No other worldly words can describe my life with you,
It's bliss.
written in 2005
1.4k · Aug 2012
The Snow Leopard
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Against the snow smudging the landscape,
Grey thick fur and spots of black,
Stocky build and small, round ears to keep it warm,
Against the backdrop of a delicate snow storm,
Quiet creature, no ability to roar,
The sweetest of faces I ever saw.
written in 2009
1.4k · Aug 2012
Murder: This Rape Of Life
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Hunted down like a feral fox,
My heart is beating fast,
As the dogs move in on my trail,
I pray this day isn’t my last.

I feel the steel chains bite like teeth,
Into my skin they tear,
See my blood trickle like raindrops,
My eyes fog over in a stare.

My skull is smashed like a snow globe,
Lungs punctured by the knife,
Days of living flash before me,
Oh this ******: this **** of life.
written in 2009
1.4k · Aug 2012
Youthful Heart
Simon Clark Aug 2012
This youthful heart is scared,
Scared to grow up and run free,
Every time it times to stand alone,
People attack with painful love,
My youthful heart is chipped,
Smashed,
Broken,
Crushed by the deceit and hurt,
I want to force my heart into the dirt,
Start again,
Refuse to feel,
It’s the only way to heal.
written in 2011
1.4k · Aug 2012
Please Don't Leave Me
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Please don't leave me.

I am crying,
Tears fall from my eyes,
Cause i am picturing that I'll never,
Never again be at your side,
This thought is crushing,
It cripples me,
Busts my heart open wide,
Shards on the floor that sparkle,
Sparkle in blood and tears,
Horrified by my overwhelming fear.

Please don't leave me.
written in 2011
1.4k · Aug 2012
The Orangutan
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I’m reddish-brown and gorgeous,
My long arms can hold and swing,
I’m the largest arboreal animal,
And my loud call I often sing,
It’s no surprise I’m “person of the forest”,
With my fingers and my thumbs,
I have a natural rhythm,
My body is full of the beating of the drum.
written in 2009
1.3k · Aug 2012
Speed Demon
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Michael Jackson)

Left behind *******,
It drove me insane,
Sent electricity to my brain,
Gave up ******,
Left me looking thin,
Couldn’t remember where I had been,
Speed demon, that’s me,
Helps me become free,
Where I become what I want to be.
written in 2010
1.3k · Aug 2012
Antique Invention
Simon Clark Aug 2012
War is an antique invention,
But unlike an antique the value is worthless,
The only valuable assets are lost,
We **** and ****** the brains of souls and hearts,
Guts, blood, **** and ****,
Bones, flesh, teeth and nails,
All the arms and legs of death around,
Bodies challenged to decay under the suns' rays,
War is an antique invention.

War is an antique invention,
And just like an antique it's passed its sell-by date,
The only date to know; the funeral,
We ****, ****** and bury the evidence,
Mud, moss, grass and sand,
Six feet underground,
All the arms and legs stuffed in coffins,
Bodies challenged to rot and waste away like tears,
War is an antique invention.
written in 2005
1.3k · Aug 2012
The Long And Winding Road
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

Miles I have struggled,
Trudged down the manacled streets,
A lifetime spent in misery,
Surrounded in sin and tragedy,
The long and winding road I walk,
Is diseased with pain and hurt,
I bury my heart and evil soul,
To save them from death and wicked sights,
Scarred by rumours; afeard of the light.
written in 2009
1.3k · Aug 2012
The Hippopotamus
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Ancient,
Wallowing in filth,
A strong jaw,
And violent teeth.

I'm like a dinosaur,
But a modern form of beast,
I'm intelligent and brave,
But few are in the wild.
written in 2009
1.3k · Aug 2012
An Envious Love
Simon Clark Aug 2012
When people look at you in that way,
Don't be offended,
It's only because they see you smiling and laughing,
They wonder why,
They wonder how one person can achieve the incomprehensible,
When they're alone.

It's an envious look,
They are envious of what you have,
I'm sure you've glared like this,
It's an envious look,
An envious look will lead to an envious love.

When a candle dies out,
The wax remains; forever marking the end of an era,
Hours of light and bliss,
Victorian darkness,
Don't run from your fear - stare into the eyes of an evil,
And turn his leaf when he has not the strength to do so.

It's an envious love they try to create,
See your passion and yearn for years,
And create, and invent it,
It's unreal,
It's fake,
Learn how to love a single truthful way.

Do not deviate from your own course,
Do not quit the desire of Indian dreams,
Do not try to seek someone else's path,
Go your own way,
And hold your hope tightly in view,
Treasure each trinket, each truth, each treasure, each tiny tumble on the way.
Written in 2005
Simon Clark Aug 2012
To The Sun

Burning, golden heat,
Streams of ember fuelled bright light,
This land comes to bloom.

2. To The Moon

Mysterious ball,
Haunting the black still of night,
Forcing the tides in.

3. To The Stars

Glitter, twinkle, shine,
Talcum upon the canvas,
Countless stars dazzle.

4. The Solar System

Swirling and twirling,
A gravitational pull,
Saturn, Earth and Mars.

5. The Ocean Waves

Watch the ocean wave,
Goodbye, it chants, to the calm,
Crash the rocks; power.

6. For The Sea

Pebble dances on
the current ripples; skimming,
Reach the sea’s deep floor.

7. Sandy Shore

Inch wearily down,
The dunes cushion the restful,
Comfort in each grain.

8. Mighty Mountain

Diminished beneath,
Towering nature stands proud,
Bold mighty mountain.

9. Volcano Roar

Rumble; make fire,
Lava flow and trees tumble,
Dramatic scene; ash.

10. River Flow

From trickle it came,
Striding like Goliath came,
Now smooth harmony.

11. Daylight

Creep up; slowly rise,
Paint the break in red of morn,
Sleepers yawn and wake.

12. Darkness

Cloudy night, no stars,
Street lamps turned darker than black,
Serene and eerie.

13. Cold Air

Rows of people quake,
Shake in the shivering freeze,
Winter chills the bone.

14. Warm Breeze

Clothing slips; undress,
The warmth of a summer wind,
Bending daffodils.

15. Tall Tree

Sleek, slender branches,
Heavens closest creation,
Green leaves; solid bark.

16. Petals

Spiritual ring,
Loop around the sacred rose,
A petal surround.

17. Leaves

Absorbing sunlight,
Reaching out; decorative,
Crunch under my feet.

18. Dried Grass

Water never comes,
Brown and dusty blades remain,
Dried barren desert.

19. Green Grass

Flourishing springtime,
Shoots pushing through aiming high,
Green and vigorous.

20. Wild Woods

Nettles, flowers, trees,
A lake of lily pads; frogs,
Untamed – natural.
written in 2010
1.3k · Aug 2012
Struggling
Simon Clark Aug 2012
My eyes are bleeding the tears that cut me deep inside,
I was tried like a villain in a court of single-sides,
I was beaten on the rocks like the ever-changing tides,
As the beast of the great grey honesty opened its jaws up wide,
I struggle to be who i am,
I struggle to be free,
I struggle with my reflection,
I struggle with being me.
written in 2006
1.3k · Aug 2012
Poem For Baby Spencer
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a miracle occurs,
Like a shooting star or a raindrop falling on the icy lake,
Or a baby being born.

Spencer enters the world to explore the brand new sights,
From the comfort of his mothers womb to a world of calm,
Of love and peace,
His life, I hope, will be one filled with joy and cheer,
And the necessary feeling of knowing his family is near,
And as the wind changes and the seasons come and go,
I know that Spencer changeth, You'll see just how he grows.

You'll watch upon in wonder as he utters his first word,
Like the blind man who rejoiced at the sight of the mockingbird,
You'll watch upon in awe as, slowly, step by step he takes,
And the pleasure you will feel each morning that he wakes,
In a time where life can be so cruel and rushed,
Nothing silences the passion, this flame just can't be hushed.

Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a baby can be born,
And like the river finds it way, dear Spencer will find your heart,
And locked like a locket on a pendant he will forevermore stay.
written in 2007
1.2k · Aug 2012
Mother Nature
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I picture a lady in silver,
Floating and flowing high above us,
She waves her magic wand,
Mystical things happen.

A bird is given a voice to sing his morning song,
She gave a sixth sense to know when something's wrong,
She watches as mankind grows and grows,
She endures the machinery with its fatal blows,
She decides when things must change,
The time will come when she alters her range,
An eruption or ice-age,
A powerful turning of the page,
Mother Nature always has the final say,
The lady in silver is the ruler of our days.

I picture a lady in silver,
Floating and flowing high above us,
She waves her magic wand,
Mystical things happen.
written in 2009
1.2k · Aug 2012
Bright Future
Simon Clark Aug 2012
This bright future that I heard about,
Is moving further away,
And as the fires of destruction burn,
I approach Armageddon Day.

A bright future that I yearn to see,
Is painted in shiny gold,
As the sparkle of that magic place dies,
My mind quakes as winter takes hold.

The bright future that mother promised,
Has now all broken apart,
And as the shards of that wonderland fall,
Nothing can heal my shattered heart.

What bright future’s around the corner?
What should I expect to see?
I hope to see the sunshine pouring in,
Stop the lightning raining on me.
written in 2010
1.2k · Aug 2012
Sunday
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(The child born on the Sabbath Day is bonny, blithe and good and gay.)

Arise, arise,
Scarlet skies,
Hidden sighs,
Prayers at night,
Moving light,
Sunday sights,
Religious dreams,
Woven seams,
Eyes gleam,
Prayers at night,
Moving light,
Sunday sights.
written in 2007
1.2k · Aug 2012
Supremacy
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Puffed up feathers,
Touring the planet like a Satanic God,
A peacock with an entourage,
Spitting, spouting, spreading your words,
Your verbal diseases,
“Burn them; Blame them, Better than them”.

Such ignorance,
Such hate,
And yet you call yourselves supreme.
written in 2011
1.2k · Aug 2012
Morphine
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Michael Jackson)

Numb the pain,
Take the feeling away,
I can’t suffer anymore,
Give me morphine.

Shut it out,
Take the pain and hurt down,
I can’t take it anymore,
Give me morphine.

Still my heart,
Cool the red hot fires,
Let me not breathe anymore,
Give me morphine.
written in 2009
1.2k · Aug 2012
September
Simon Clark Aug 2012
The sun has virtually vanished,
Occasionally waving its light from behind the clouds,
The air is warm and the breeze is still,
The leaves of September crunch and the twigs crack,
And as i walk the conkers roll in my path,
The chirping of a distant bird warming his nest,
Before the rain starts to disturb his rest,
Children grab the final strands of play,
And Autumn takes hold.
written in 2007
1.2k · Aug 2012
Girlfriend
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by McCartney)

My girlfriend looks at me with love,
I smile with joy and fear,
I don’t know what to expect,
As she cries her singular perfect tear.
written in 2009
1.2k · Aug 2012
Industrial Future
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Industrial noises,
The digging sounds productive,
Development of future,
Where other bodies are drowned.
written in 2011
1.2k · Aug 2012
Daffodils
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I look upon a field of daffodils,
Blooming,
In need of grooming,
So my mirror says,
But my heart is light,
Warm and free,
Head out to see the stars,
As Easter dawns and night departs,
I look upon a field of daffodils.
written in 2006
1.2k · Aug 2012
Xiphoid Words
Simon Clark Aug 2012
*****,
****,
*****,
C*nt,
Cow,
Stab me,
Slice me,
Abuse me,
Violate me,
Yes, you violate me with your xiphoid words.
written in 2011
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