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

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

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

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