"jaggered" poems
The city plays cat and mouse
and pefects the fear.
Jaggered lights dazzle
the victim
and nautical terms are resurrected as shanking.
Hospitals in an ode to Johannesburg's ingenuity
repair the injurious knife wounds
caused not by weekend lighter fuel
but a postcode lottery
undone only by the postman.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
Truth is, there is nothing poetic about sadness, anger or numbness.
It's your eyes looking at the faceless, and artificial sheen of objects around you. It is the sugar in cold coffee and tea settling at the bottom, as your thoughts flit in and out of your eye-lashes.
Hoping you can still be tied at the very jaggered edges of this universe.
& yet, we write anyway.
For the truth we hide, hide and never seek will be black, navy, blue on those blank pages.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
To the absolute love of my life
You are the epitome of perfection and embody it in everything that you are and everything thar you do.
It's always a bootiful day with you around.
You are the sun to my rise;
The heart to my beat.
I dont know what id do without you
Your loving nature
The purity of your smile and
The kindness of your heart
You are what makes me, me
And why i can truly say I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be your one and only
The path that lay behind us
May be jaggered and bumpy with uncertain corners and paths
But the path that lies before us
Is one in which we're paving everyday
I want to continue this journey with you
The rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and after
My one true love
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
I awoke with a shudder
Was that the sound of thunder?
I listened, and heard a faint smash
Then it was followed by a loud crash
I knew, through the down stairs window it came
Was this a burgalar coming, all the same?
I got out of bed with a frown
And adorned my blue dressing gown
From under my bed, just near the mat
I reached, and found my cricket bat
I would have to go and brave this rogue instead
And then I would bash him on the head
Out of my bedroom I went, at a quiet pace
Then I tip toed slowly down my stair case
Praying I was not going to my doom
I reached for the door of my living room
Flung it open, and switched on the light
There was no way to prepare me for this sight
On my carpet there appeared to be a small little imp
He was swearing because he had a limp
The little thing had hurt himself, when he had fell
He hopped on one leg, and threatened me with Hell
Told me he was going to curse me with magic
But this injured little imp looked so tragic
He followed, hobbling, after me into the kitchen
Cursing that his leg was now itching
He shouted at me, ranting and raving
I asked if he wanted a cup of tea, so he started waving
He showed me his jaggered teeth in a funny smile
I handed him his cup of tea, he blew on it for a while
This poor little thing looked so very sad
As an evil imp, he really was bad
He had wanted to steal my teeth and then run away
Because that was one of those games that imps play
So I made him a splint, for his injured leg
I had made it out of a wooden peg
I picked him up and he started to glow
And all of a sudden, he fixed my broken window
I then made him some buttered toast
Because he said he liked eating that the most
He was not such a bad little imp in the end
He promised to visit again, I was his best friend
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
Facing an eternity without you
dispairingly weeping at every moment alone
heart sharded a thousand painful jaggered pieces
forever loving you to the bone.
Frozen in a collage of ghastly images
your final suffering my head disallows me to forget
I feel so guilty for the choices i made
So much love entwined with so many regrets.
I Hold on tightly to the final remnants of you
as heavily hearted i try to climb this thorny hill
the memory of you eternally engraved in me
living with an agonizing hole which will never fill .
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
Cracked images
Stained glass
Each piece arranged
In an interlacing jaggered masterpiece
Tears fall
Tracing paths
Highlighting the intricate symbols
Liquid crystals in the dying light
Sparkling pearls upon living glass
Dexterous additions
To the visual symphony.
The storm grows
The heavens pour
Colours flash amongst the greys
It tastes like salt.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
Little lady river
My little whippoorwill
She fills our pails with plenty
She welcomes my paradise on in
Walk with me my darlin
I will be the one to catch you
To keep you from your jaggered fall
Dance with me frail daffodil
I will let the buttermilk melt
I will crush all honey suckle
To let your laughing crackle rush on through
Spin with me a little
And you'll be dizzy for a little while
Until those watchful eyes begin their focus
On the importance they've been searching
On the truth they've found missing
No forgets, yet no regrets
There's only the here
There's only you
Right now
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 5:41 AM UTC
The stave, white and sharp
its jaggered edge prompts
sanctuary,
a curious light is thrown
it deceives the stillness.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
As i sit here with a shattered heart
I think of broken promises
You tore me apart
Follow your heart to find what you lose
But if it is in so many peices
Which one do you chose
Like glass i am broken never to be fixed
With words left unspoken
I fell for all your tricks
A knife in my back and a bullet in my heart
You twisted the jaggered blade
Should have seen it from the start
You played me for a fool as if it were a game
I cant help but ask myself
Do you feel no shame
That you destroyed me Shattered me to the bone
I should have known you would leave
I will die forever alone
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Each born a mass of jaggered shards,
soon scattered like so many cards,
as through the years each piece is turned,
and joined or to the void returned,
Each fragment over time evolves,
the shape within each mind resolves,
as time wears on the lines are crossed,
and sections found soon can be lost,
Each aims to end this life intact,
alas we seldom keep that pact,
as through the years this puzzle turns,
and to the void each soul returns.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 8:02 AM UTC
**My heart beats.
In moments that I don't try to understand
There you are once more,
Breathing in your darkness
Clawing the walls
Screaming for recognition.
I always thought I could walk away from this place.
I turn from you
Not anticipating
Unable to analyse
You said goodbye so many times
Once when you took your poetic knife and sliced my heart apart,
Blood dripping like rain
A mess to be cleared
And so it was.
Then when you left
And you left
And you left a space.
You walked away
One message,
One word,
One X ,
At a time.
Nothing was left.
Except the faint and faded sound of your breathe upon the screen.
And the silent scream of your torn soul aching.
Connections made
Ripped,
Jaggered
Edges.
Raw yet forgotten in time
Forgive me,
If only unconsciously.
In a moment
I feel you
In between a space.
Between the beats of my heart
And the breath upon my screen**
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
It was yours to hold, yours to keep
Blood stained floral dress
Death reaquaints this love.
Life but only a flash of lightening,
Love now a murky hue.
It was yours to hold, yours to keep.
Holding jaggered shards within your hands.
Torture sweet; a pain I longed for.
Death reaquaints this love.
Reeds now brushing along my *****
Muddy waters swaying this lifeless body
It was yours to hold, yours to keep.
Longing for your empty caress.
Now a dull red, dances over porcelain skin
Death reaquaints this love.
Pale eyes stare back upon your face.
My heart you stole; serrated silver helped.
It was yours to hold, yours to keep
Death reaquaints this love.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Innocent green Country bus
to Warlingham
some say its a nicer place.
But we've got an Elizabethian Almshouse
and the Whitgift Centre is sterling.
The Sun has every reason to smile
we've got Lloyds park overlooking
a Manhattan style skyline,
but have we ignored the uncosmic
North of the Borough,
even West Croydon is a jaggered corner,
making unequal development a mea culpa for the future
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
O traveller, O dear wonderer
You have walked this gravelled road barefoot
Pierced by these jaggered stones
Leaving behind your coloured marks like a carefully decorated poem
Your legs wish to give up, your eyes wish to shut
But the voice in your head says don't give up
You need to keep walking - keep walking you say?
How much longer till I can end this journey?
How much longer till I find my way?
This voice pushes on rentlessly without a care to spare
Yet all I want is to break free from this shackles that bound me
How is this even fair?
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
Abandoned
Forgotten
Forsaken
A journey
Stteep hills
Jaggered edges
A lesson to be learned
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC