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Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Farmer’s boy


Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture

Young boys, racing towards youth
Young men
blinded with lovelorn fractures

Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture

Young blood, given for a truth
Teardrop floods
aching; set aside the tractors

Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture







a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Monday, 12 March 2012

Build up


It is as it is
Or it is,
as we would want it to be

There is a washing line,
of football shirts in winter
of cricket flannels, in the height of summer

There is wanting
in the young girls eyes
but sadness lays deeper with the mothers

There is an ebbing tide
of bottle tops and dinghies
of champagne corks cheerful singing

It is as it is
Or it is
as we would want it to be

There is a smile today
A tear shared with a handshake
It is a sad foray
Pain bared for the mind sake

It is as it is
Or as it wants it to be

The cries of anguish
Set aside in quiet quarters
Cries of inescapability
building up defences

It is as it wants it to be
It is as it is



a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Virginia


Folded over, folded in on your self
You reach out, with curled up tips
your tributaries; branches & firm centre line
settled deep from tip to toe

You take me to the harbour rails
let me step upon the boardwalk
All my summer was in the waiting

Only when the seasons change
do you turn into your full colour
Only when the seasons change
are you undone by my wild winds

You are ripped from the red white stalks
torn, you let me pull you into the breeze
You float, without waiting, to my floor

Dry sun,  takes away our moisture
dry clear days take away our breath
until the day of gathering when we stroke
and caress; a private life in the public view






a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Friday, 9 March 2012

Fallen Leaf


I am a bully
I know bullies too
I am a bully
There are bullies at the zoo

The zoo that is the office
The zoo that is the mall
The zoo that is the schoolyard
Where angels seldom call

I do it for protection
I do it for a laugh
I do it without warning
There is badness on my path

Protection from the suffering
Being the brunt of all the jokes
Calling without muttering
Tied up, helpless left to choke

I am a bully
A bully through and through
You only can be a bully
When you have been bullied too

You too there in the office
You too there in the mall
You too there in the school yard
Where the bullies true do call


a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here