Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Sunday, 29 April 2012
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
Play with Words
Midas, Minerva
Miracle, meek
Blessed, beautiful
Bronze, bleak
August, artisan
Anthropoid, aardvark
Neanderthal, narcissus
Nordic, snark
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here
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