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Sunday, 29 April 2012

Words on the Wire


One connection
You cannot make
No line
No number to call

The writer is of no use
A commitment to print
Is excluded
As if a metaphor for life

Words wrapped in meaning
Are best trapped on the wire
No record
No misrepresentation

Fair to be unfair
Outstare the stare
Forget the past time
Time allocated otherwise


a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Times for Love


Mondays for Jim
Payment and pleasure
Tuesdays for Sarah
Enable to grow
Wednesdays for Emily
Pain to extract
Thursdays for Tracy
Teach to talk
Fridays for Terry
For youth you reach out
Saturdays for Joseph
Play without pressure
Sundays for Wendy
Shops, plans to cope

Mondays for essays
Assignments undone
Tuesdays for social policy
The disenfranchised few
Wednesdays for bonds
Groups reach for you
Thursdays for lectures
Notes, names to mistake
Fridays, free time
Begins today
Saturdays remembered
Those times you spoke
Sunday’s one pleasure
Love your bloke





a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Saturday, 28 April 2012

Unite


Fifty-six hours from parting
Fifty-six hours untying the umbilical cord

Two days, no more
Two days from seeing you before

Seven years and one half from meeting
Seven years and one hell repeating

Mornings of madness
Daydreams of sadness

Days within secrecy
Nights without sorcery

Faith searches for forgiveness
Futile in any other guise




a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Friday, 27 April 2012

Consumption


I awake, awake with anger
Say in my mind all I feel of hate
Work the words of badness
Work words to grate
Grate all my feelings
Grind them to dust
Work through the torment
Clear an absent view
Open closed pathways

For the rest of the day
Crippled in chaos
Crippled from to do
Know that I have to
Know no desire
Grovel, grope inside
Grieve, leave behind
A weight that’s consumed
Consumed my kind











a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

You


You gave me my reason
I took it without thought
You gave me my freedom
I took it
I took it and I forgot

You gave me my belief
I took it to crush
You gave me my outlet
I took it
I took it to destroy

You gave me hope
I took it to devour
You gave me love
I took it
I took it and lusted for more










a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Monday, 23 April 2012

Equal to Zero


Commitment
Equal to zero
Never, not ever, except if its o.k.
Fall in line
Join the queue
Open time for rejection

Pity is not
Ever selected
Parting shot, failing words
Nothing more than meaning
At that instant in time
Opportunity bespoke

Courage to have no conviction
Desirous of freedom
Flee to be free
It just does not work
Any other way
Corruption without care

State the obvious
Pour the rhyme
Steer to be
That is the way
See if you risk
Losing it all

Read the line
Create the image
Cloud the issue
Take it on head first
Take it to task
Neglect asymmetric action

Proud to beg
Upstanding to fall
Crazed with distortion
Extinguish the anguish
Obliterate desire
Mask any malignant hope

Wreak havoc and teardrop
Crush chaos and cause
Eradicate ethereal thought
Bring into some being
An alternate
Hope




a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Sunday, 22 April 2012

Practitioners law


Out of everything evolves another thing
Out of each situation
Revolves another relationship
From where to eternity
Walks every one man

In to every love nest walks out a situation
In to every wrangle wrestles fear and hope
From where to affirmation
Will is upon every one man

Up to every level place is another pace
Up to every reality is a separate blight
From where in modernity
Expectation is expected of all men

Down, in the deepest creeps another heartache
Down, for ever to forage in desperation
From where to creation
Craves one man, and one woman alike


a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Saturday, 21 April 2012

Friday, 20 April 2012

Severity


Wouldn’t be so bad if we hated
If we hated
More than we hated parting

Wouldn’t be so bad if we cared less
If we cared less
More than we cared for

Wouldn’t be so bad if we slated
If we slated
More than as our love stated

Wouldn’t be so bad if we created
If we created
More than creating angst

Wouldn’t be so bad, probably
Yet possibly
It probably would









a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Thursday, 19 April 2012

Except Excess


I have loved you too much for my own good
I have been, and am indeed, obsessed
Now the need to love you less
The need, I plead, to be depressed
From high energy and bright lights
To low thoughts of loss and self deceit

Save the chance not to decimate
Want to say; let’s stay related
I have loved you far too deep
I have been affected, infected
Rejected, no more time to share
Priorities selected to prise us apart

Bricks and mortar, bonds of blood
Sticks and stones, and call names that hurt we
Wander into darkness, glazed over glares
Stare deep, into open place, avoid eyes
Process and outcome, education lost in time
Concentration lapse, forgotten hopes & thoughts

Factual representation, fictional probes
Such wasted and wanting, such wasted and wanting
Creation enabled, energy adsorbed, invigorated
Such wanting and wasting, such wasting and wanting
Wilful, skilful intellectualisation of decay and delusion
Integrating woven webs of traps and snares, snaps and stares

Breaking out and breaking through
Striking out and striking through, to the bleakest blackest blue
Morning glory and morning shame, hiding hope, hopeless pain
Familiar story, familiar; wrong choice, wretched crime of stain
Pour scorn; clench fist, ache of waste
Devastation; blinding flashback, blinding scream

Platitudes of pity, pleasant couldn’t care less poverty
Robbery, the conceit of deceit, repulsive to disgrace, to replace
Product of curse and clamour, tread, tramp, wish underfoot
Grieve, hate, depraved to still crave, to grovel, to grate







a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here



Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Neighbour


Country of beauty, spirit of love
Saviour of souls
All language of life exposed

Cafe and city, caress in belief
Entwined in emotion
Truth through philosophical thought

Flags flown with passion, reflections of rosary
Blossom of blue
A lightning white silk, bold with sensuality

Builders of the monumental, joyous in contemplation
Serene and explosive
All character to taste of style evoked

Arch of triumph, pyramid of translucence
Champion’s causeway
Quest of meaning, statement of ought








a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Languish


My words didn’t mean anything
Easy to write
Flippant like
Simple as tossing a coin

My body didn’t remember
Taken and used
Abused
Insincere as tossing it off

My time didn’t mean anything
Wasted all over again
Thoughtless like
Stiff as tossing a brick

My mind didn’t consider
Twisted and torn
Screwed like
Soft as tossing semen

My money didn’t matter
Spent in misery
Clueless like
Scorned as tossing frost

My possessions didn’t care
Given to ghosts
Frightened like
Shadowy as tossing sears

My soul didn’t belong
Together no more
Broken like
Stuffed as tossing dross



a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Play


On every one occasion
Every time we meet
A special little happening
Dancing little feet

On every one occasion
Washing dishes sleek
Slinky memory moments
Dancing cheek to cheek









a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

October


Of course because of reason
One can consider to care
& because the reader is special
Good reason for words to share







a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Saturday, 14 April 2012

Line and Lineage


I lose myself in poetry
I lost myself in life
I find myself in poetry
I found myself in life

In illness nothingness brings calm
In health restlessness brings chaos
A loss of concentrated thought
A linear progressive decline

Always a regret of bodily abuse
Always an ability to continue to misuse
Possessions, provisions, personal love
Tripartite imbalance of action and deed

The myself
That I find in poetry
O that the same self
I could find in life




a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Friday, 13 April 2012

Woven wire


Painted toenails the giveaway
Symbolic richness, an island castaway
Whose cymbal I once stroked lightly

Brushed with sensuous sensitivity
Tingles for the no longer single
Sweet, bright, intense of night

Danced until the moon wained
Talked through to the dawn
Excitement of acquaintance

Wake of a bright new morning
Gang-time of a breakfast
Rich stories, with secret smiles

Weekend life and weeks away
The wonder of the why
The magic about to find out

Burst visions; no more to know
Broken dreams, apart in reams
Painted toenails; rhyme not reason



a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Last Time


Always on the last line
Cynicism less than sublime
Always follow the light, twist
Away from stabs in the dark

Perhaps a breakthrough
See, here I go again

Climb high in mind and mood
Fly at over thirty-thousand feet
Yet for every high spot, I
Pull on the lead lined boots

Aware that in command
The lights shine luminous through

& on this occasion there is no
Last line
See, I so nearly made it







a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied
available by clicking here