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Category Archives: Poetry
Can I see a pain within your eyes? Can I sense a fear within your mind? Can I hear the sounds of anxious words? As I hold your sweet lips close to mine. I touch a smile that’s touched my … Continue reading
9 Days
I barely knew him But will miss him so. His smile, his optimism, His commitment, that glow. I barely knew him; Was I right to have wept, For a man seldom seen But in my prayers, daily kept? … Continue reading
Darkness and Light
In my loneliness I discovered a garden Rich with olive and cypress trees I glimpsed an overgrown portal With stones standing guard either side Intrigued I brushed aside cobwebs Peered into the encircling gloom But was met by the joy … Continue reading
Living a Lie, Lying for Love
Hiding in the shadows Of tall trees Playing games Along the path by the stream Flashes of sunlight Exposing – then Clouds Once more all concealed. Desiring the darkness To end soon For the forest To give way to green … Continue reading
In Memoriam
I knew not one of them. And yet my heart was pained, By the sacrifice of many, For the wretched yards they gained. Lone tree stands guard among them On windswept day of autumn. Leaves strewn o’er Flander’s Fields; As … Continue reading
Pained Expression
We heard the very latest in opiate technology We understood the pain bit But not the physiology. We were keen to keep our hands in, So learnt of prostaglandin; But weren’t antagonists and agonists Those aunts in magazines I missed. … Continue reading
The Race
Sun-soaked estuary Drinking in the day. Wind, waves and water At one for the race. Nervous crews abounding Booming voices all about; Who will win first battle, Uncertainty and doubt. Timing all important; When to make first tack. First to … Continue reading
The Party
The garden was warm and inviting As the guests began to arrive The laughter was gloriously infectious As the guests continued to arrive The house was filled to the rafters As the curry began to be served … Continue reading
Old Thumper
What happened thus; That caused this scene, A host of caricatures. All within this tiny room, A bar – just one a small saloon. In corner sits a haggard fly O’er dressed in evening wear. First bought late seventies … Continue reading
Chitraka
City streets at 4 a.m Are lifeless and alone. In jungle still she sleeps, A queen but yet no throne. Soon will dawn the morning With briskness and with noise, Then cheetah will awake To take her hunting poise. Spotted … Continue reading
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