Category Archives: Poetry


Vacant stare with lipstick to spare

Sparkly sun shining through your rum

Nowhere to go without giving a show

Is this really what you’ve become?
Random tests of pure intelligence

Forfeited for a quick buck

No real show of talent unless it’s alien

You’re just riding on luck.
One more click before a book signing

Who knows what’s behind your big name?

Probably down to the guy selling all those used rubbers

We know you from your stilletos to your shallow fame.


Book Tuesday

I may not be a Book Thief

As I watch the bloodied sands

Of time connecting destiny

To the evil of man,

A Girl On A Train may be the last face

I see this mournful night.
As we bid farewell to the children,

Their future now in hindsight,

A wishful dream of peace lays derelict

As I count the grains and cry. 

Last day

Last day of school

Works already gone

Submitting like fools

To the shopping throng
Get out our wallets,

Purses and bags

Time for festivities

January’s the drag!


Goodnight, though the candle burns strong

Goodnight, close your eyes and dream on

Wish for an hour, maybe two

More than what we had before I said goodbye to you.
Goodnight, as the shadows draw near

Goodnight, whilst you hand chases my fear

Wishing for your touch to never end

Our short time, if only we could extend.
Goodnight, now there’s no excuse

Goodnight, I have to set you loose

Wishing that my lips never left yours

Soft, sweet sanctuary where I am forever yours. 

Time to…

I’m cleaning out my closet

Paying up my bills

Counting the excess

Finding holes to fill
Passing temptation

Erasing my past

Throwing my lifeline

Over a steadier cast
No need to panic

Not yet anyhow

Soon all will be manic

When I turn back to being a cow

Autumn Berries and more

As I walk in the dewdropped field,

Berries shine brightly

Bobbing gently in the wind.

Dandelions down the furs,

Imagining their travels

So far afield to disperse

Their beauteous wish imagined.

Seeds lay abandoned next to crunchy leaves

Awaiting their upliftment on the welcoming breeze.

I watch the meadow sigh in delight

As fortold by their turning

Sleep written in their dying leaves

Till spring when they be awakened.


Consume my physical receptacle

Poor your passion as you will

Favour the inevitable

As I swallow the bitter pill

Of realising your incompetence

In more than a physical presence

Leave me yearning for more substance

In my search for a soulmate’s essence.

Remember Me

When you heart stops fluttering

When those thrills stop coming

Remember me.
I was your one, your forever

Sending chills to your members

Remember me.
Stop the cussing, I still love you

Broken hearts fusing without glue

Remember me.
Hold the angry words, the hatred

I shared your bed, love unabated

Remember me.
Cold nights alone, you’re out there smiling

New sweethearts, new relations shining 

Remember me.
Still as my tombstone, you remember

Celebrate my memory, birthday’s in November

Remember me.

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Slivers of light

Huddle up close
Piddling through the night

Warm your cold nose
Light on your feet healing

Discouragement begone

No harm in dreaming

Time to sing a new song
Find that sliver

Brighten your day

Abate your shiver

Choose your own way

Beckoning to me…

The moon; she beckons with wanton abandon. Her glowing tresses weave their silken threads across the open field. Soft beams blend as her wondrous smile wanes on those fortunate enough to see her; fortunate enough to take the time to watch her dance. We stand there, admiring her finesse, mesmerized by the darkness draped behind her, sparkling with gems so beautiful it’s hard not to stare.

Peace envelopes our shivering bodies as she captures our attention again, flaunting her brightness. She knows just how beautiful she is and uses her assets to her advantage.  Even the sleepy birds turn in their hidden alcoves to watch the show.  

Time passes unnoticed as the sound of giggling imps and their loveable mutt chase each other under her watchful eye.  They know that their time is limited and squeeze the fun out of every second they are allowed to play under her watchful eye.Soft serenades float through the air; we are not alone.  Others have been drawn out from their comfortable homes to greet her, to watch her and admire her.  She beckons to them as she calls to me: dance with me.  Dance! Who can refuse such an invitation. 

With flittering feet, I alight the stars trapped in her dark cloak and jig to the soft ethereal music of the night.  She laughs at my sad attempts to emulate her beauty, forgiving my state of mad love in her presence.  After all, when the moon beckons, no-one can refuse to  dance.

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