that one poem
i've stumbled on his poems
and fallen in love
that one poem
i've stumbled on his poems
and fallen in love
sight and sound
swamp me
black silk beneath
reddish orange flavoured tongue
tumbles me
the ground i snatch at
anticipation delicious
refreshing
psychotic
wild
raw
heart
felt
:o)
ed. the above is a reply to
by Frank James Davis
or doesn't, when everything
once precious
in your world
exits the door; pausing only
long enough
to tear your heart out
and toss it
in her handbag.
Surpassing even
my searing sense of loss,
the thing
most plaguing me
was--no matter how
hard I tried
--I simply could not
recall our last kiss.
Felt an insistent
prodding
that, somehow
this might be important.
Then, my heretofore
in-coma conscience
suddenly reawakened
forcing me
to remember
what was now
quickly emerging
as shameful
and devastating proof
of my, much earlier,
abandonment
of her.
almost opened the curtains and
I'd just closed them
almost opened the curtains and
I'd just closed them
an ocean
to dive into
and
become
to leave them
i feel
beached
is
such a mysterious creature
involuntary
extraordinary
anything but ordinary
why is it
such a separate thing
from “me”
he will cut limbs
from my golden elm
no longer will they almost climb
into my roof
birds will still nestle in her branches
declaring their territories at dawn and dusk
but she will be without hands
for awhile
boundaries
we live life on the edge
because we have no
boundaries
we balance on a ledge
looking up
looking down
looking all around
because we're without
bounderies
do not our bets hedge
boundaries
we live life on the edge
because we have no
boundaries
we balance on a ledge
looking up
looking down
looking all around
because we're without
bounderies
we do not hedge our bets
to the furthest of stars
all things exist within each other
dissolution
and all things
return to their essence
what has come
returns
from whence it came
to chaos and the void
what was in between
is as never existed
in my hands
and gaze at you
intently
will the thousand
truths
you keep
hidden
be openly displayed
never useless
often are
they let you
in but
put up bars
never useless
often are
they let you
in but
put up bars
is the way i often rhyme
and life is a mime
tho this sometimes suits me
fine
reminds me of that shepherds warning
there was no red in the sky last night
so maybe the weather warnings right
there might be rain during today
oh wind please come drive it away
although the garden needs it's boon
I'd rather clear skies so sun shine soon
on the west side
while sun rises
on the east
sights such as these
bring me to my knees
to be blessed
by such a feast
frosted grass
silence
time
stopped
then dawn
and birdsong
and all was quiet
rabbit
hopping round my garden
without even
a beg your pardon
with my charms
i dreamed of lying in your arms
i dreamed of how our lives might be
but dreams are not dreams when they become
reality
with my charms
i dreamed of lying in your arms
i dreamed of how our lives might be
but dreams are not dreams when they become
reality
upside down
you will see
a carpet of stars
seemed a bit simple but i was wishing i could walk on the sky
thinking about doing something
can be almost
as tiring
as
doing it
;o)
where will i end up?
that i don't know
i just suppose to suppose i suppose....
it's round and round and round i go
She wraps her arms around me
I wrestle her off to plunge again
she clings on tight, fights on in vain
We feint and parry though she stands in one spot
For she is a rose rambler and pruning my lot
Why 2 ?
savouring this one regecting another
not returning to ones that don't fit his wishes
returns to his life of no end and no start
then looks forward not back
without content
heart
i can feel
the
process
of
people withdrawing
children distance
acquaintances die
no longer a person
more than 1/2 way to a corpse
shrinks back
sunken
skeletal like
skull
shows thro
pink
flesh
exposed
by
sparse hair
woolen
underwear clings
to wretched
skin
shrunken back
sparse hair
clings
to
black
clothes
clouds fill the sky
i too so bend
wish i could fly
to dissolve your very blood cells into mine
we become
temporary
come
become
separate
cells
divide
subside
solidify
sigh
sublime
sweat
slides
don't have the time to talk
however here i am
instead of going for that walk
the trees blow in the wind
it sighs thro leaves of gold
i wish i had the strength to stay
too sad too tired too old
petals torn
pattern on
my carpet worn
dusty tread
frayed thread
i'll buy a new one
instead
looking down
why does she bother
with this clown
she treats her badly
ignores her pleas
laughs at the sight
of her on her knees
over she goes tumbling down
victim to this awful clown
herself
when your 5 it has no meaning
by 7 it means mealtimesbedtimesplaytimes school
16 it seems to stretch again
but not like that of aged 5
just endless waits to be 18
there is too much you haven't seen
18 not nearly old enough so much to get so much to do
you think that time always waits for you
then 28 starts to feel a little late you've realize the mistake
time doesn't go on it has a break
35 are you alive?
life swallowed up in others lives...
ah 55!
time to “revive” go on and on till all days ends
and “time” has gone around the bend
without
you
a few thoughts on “time” ;o)
how many clouds to fill the sky
idle questions answered never
why do i ask them
know not i
how many clouds to fill the sky
idle questions answered never
why do i ask them
know not i
at a slower pace
where nothing causes any strife
and i turn up the ace
no bumpy road
no sad mistakes
life is all twinnings and
cupcakes
this is my dream
a silly one
no wonder im flat
on my bum
electric blue wrens
black birds sing
day
ends
i cannot tell the differance between what heals me
am i
moving forward or
making a mistake
is it
infinity given
or merely
me being
self riven
so many things i thought i knew
now realize
just seen
so many things i thought i knew
now realize
just seen
when golden elm
her leaves
she doth divest
extremely descriptive and full of several meanings?
was only pondering that same thought myself as i swear sometimes i can see all my old destroyed poems
cluttering up the corners of the house
jumbled words and letters in tangled piles... ;o)
really good poem Andrew...
ruched
pale
gold
water
revealed
by
rising
moon
which
is
lovelier
of autumn
dripping
from
the trees
piling up
around
their trunks
almost
to
my knees
scarlet red
and
russet brown
form
deep
puddles
on the ground
gold
medallions
from the elm
worth more than
coins of the realm
middle child a girl used to do that to her own and transform them into goth girls not barbie like at all... ;o)
and
disenchanted
we dance
at chasms edge
i look for ladder bridges
you
gaze up at
the stars
the
butterfly
remember
the
caterpillar
in primitive
ingrained
patterns
persistent
repetitious
mating
rituals
honey flows through the window
motes ripple
and swim in the stream
in from an iron sky
ocean dirty churns throwing pebbles on the beach
in from an iron sky
ocean dirty churns throwing pebbles on the beach
frozen
yet
moving
under
you
i
am
crushed
your
fires
flare
i
see
them
not
have lived sort of close to that "ideal" in a few places
it's quite work intensive and certainly keeps your feet on the ground and in touch with what is "real"
don't live like that now but i do like to keep things simple as so much of what we chase after is not "real" if anything ever is....
solitude is its own reward and people really don't get enough of it easier to stay harnessed if you don't think too much about it i suppose otherwise.....
Thanks Charles :o) i've enjoyed it you caught the allusions very well
or not
value
wot
you
got
it
don't
last
long
and
soon
you
will
be
gone
;o)
bearing the brunt
left it it and that wasn't easy
you become so small
in your own self esteem
really doubt
the scars
don't become that
more like
never quite heal
wounds
that open
again
too easily
you paint quite a picture
well written...
writing helps ;o)
sun
on
wet
pavement
sheets
of
molten
gold
vapour rises
curls
around my feet
thought
of
you
passes
across
my tongue
like
the
taste of
bitter coffee
love
is
subject
to
too much
friction
will it
wear
out
as
even
the sturdiest
of
fabrics
do?
supreme
ironist
i thought
offered me
no answers
merely
hollow
laughter
then
i realized
i was not
asking the
right
questions
and impatience ruled me
there are answers
given
if
you are open
and empty of self?
sometimes i wait
like a vessel
on the beach
the tide washes in
when i look up
at
the sky
it
has a depth
an
inwardness
that makes
me
feel as
if
i'm
it
so into another
i drink deep of it
am that way with my love
he smells so sublime
thankyou
when i die
i will lie
in the snow flakes
on my face
midst swirling grace
they fly
will i...
but
one
outcome
illusions shattered never mattered
i will die
all is un
done
i could
just grab you
come and take you by the hand
run off to
a
beach
somewhere
trail toes
through pristine sand
waves
the only sound i hear
filling up
my
head
upon days end
the
perfect close
sunset
beach
pillow
bed
your
loves
your
infinite
loves
those first
fallen into
young loves
mine
comes
so late
a torn
old
love
dirt
real
but
still
star kissed
strewn
around the room
scattered across
the
floor
little
piles
of
heartfelt
i
dont
want
no more
lost
un finished
poems
willfully
destroyed
poems
just
too
fucking personal
poems
sweep them
out the door
mish
mash
of
absolute trash
my
poems
or
any
thing
that
gives me pause
what does the sky know
eternal indifferance to all they know
what do you know
what do i know
nothing of what they know
rough
path
ever smooth
deepen it does
;o)
made me feel like shit
is that a natural talent or did you practice
with your attitude to women
cos they didn't turn out the soft centred
you go away then ph when i'm at work (you knew that)
then do the same thing AGAIN the next day...!!?
"between you not being home
and the computer"......
?????????
untrue
i've stayed offline
most of the time
in case you phoned..... "sigh"
i knew you would
do what you did
didn't
what is that
what is that
off to you i take my hat
it is so clear
holding close
what you hold dear
you pay your way
perform your tricks
protect yourself from
the cold hard nix
dreary days
the garden not worth longing gaze
dull
grey
wet
maybe i should get a pet?
autumn
leaves
and winter comes
should i get out the wellingtons
on the page
he's treating the world
as if it's his stage
both telling the other to
but a buried one page
Your not alone in that Frank everymans fate perhaps for even those that don't leave leave...
women have an unquenchable desire to be constantly appreciated by man and for love love and more love I'm not sure any man can fill that
good poem I so empathised with it, both sides of...
that tone of voice you have
you know the one?
the thin sharp edge of amusement threaded through the wide band of self satisfaction
as you tell me
how you've never felt better
and a visit would have been nice
for sex
on sunday
but never mind
you say
i got a lot done
by an addict in the cold
of
dawn
those
promises
cannot
be
heard
pull us apart
too far
for common ground
sometimes
the gulf between us
yawns so wide
i feel
we cannot touch
sometimes
different speeds we travel
to get to the same place
seems to take us
in opposite directions
sometimes
when i hear your voice
or see your face
all pain recedes and
nothing matters
is
as big a deal
as
the ocean is wide and
the sky is
deep
it takes me
to
the
moon
makes
me
mellow
sometimes it's extraordinary
often
very
ordinary
i become supplicant and your love swells
you become sweet again
tender
loving concern pours forth as i lie
spent
on the floor
exhausted
is it exacted punishment on all women?
she who sent you to that place of inhumanity?
that destroyer of boys
men
and ultimately
women
will that ever change
spread over the lawn
a lace tablecloth
fit for faerie queen
just part
of
the cycle
of
decay
heavans heave in silence
jim boots!
they really were a sight (covered in fabric paint pics)
but on my feet
when i walked the street.....
they made me feel quite lite... ;o)
jim boots would now be converse
butterflies drift my eyes do please
creamy roses nod their heads
i want to sleep in their petal strewn beds
butterflies drift my eyes do please
creamy roses nod their heads
i want to sleep in their petal strewn beds
across the coming day
gulping
she swallows the night sky
you
don't
think about
who
that
is
you
dont
think about
who
that
is
waves sigh
orange breakers
roll across eastern skies
orange breakers
roll across eastern skies
Really transporting Edward
an ode to love I cannot do
i try to frame with words
so fair
they disappear into the air
my love so tender
eludes expression
this poetry writing
a torture session
angsting over (willthisrhyme?)
am i fat?
or are am i thin?
do i have the right
wherein....
adv.
In what way; how: Wherein have we sinned?
conj.
1. In which location; where: the country wherein those people live.
2. During which.
3. In what way; how:
prattling
DIN!!!!!
lovers
friends
family
we all
end in
the re cycle
bin
star
sliver of moon
black
tree tops
against
cerulean skies
umber
glow
swirl of
mist
glitter of
frost
my
toes
drawing a line from the star down to my feet wrote all the things that were in that line of vision...
turned
yourback
and dig yourself
another
grave
i
will
walk away
this
time
not unheard
but
ignored
like
the streams
that
used
to call
your name
sink
in
to
the
abyss
i actually can't read it its almost like looking at a large amount of fluro colour
constructing
beauty
rare
often shows
the
danger there
the shape
changes and
grows
hurts
as it s t r e t c h e s
me
if in
the right
direction
otherwise
i'm as comfortable
as
an easy chair
all we can do
is change
and grow
and
change
and
grow
in
the right direction
old
men
chasing
young
women
and
girls
that
write
about
love
and
love
and...
what
completion
are
they
seeking?
an
inroad
into
that
same
hell?
or
is
that
the
illusion
that
the
girls/young women
are
angels?
not unlike my valley views here in Taz
Took me back to my childhood days rambling the english countryside picking bluebells (when it was still legal) crab apples from a derelict cottage fishing for sticklebacks in cornfield ponds to wander home when the st lights came on which was curfew time... Lol
shut
like
slammed doors
and you
may as well
both be
not just to the slapped but the slapper... ;o) they don't see that or maybe they do hence the door slamming
sail
across the sky
in
a wind blown
treetop
clouds alongside
sailing companions
birds
aboard
the lofty boughs
whirl
like a dervish
dance
like a breeze
above
high
levitate the trees
sing
like
rapture
swim through the stars
show the WHOLE world
this
love
of
ours
this was written in a state of rapture Lol
deep
velvet
blue
a pearl
on
a pearl
on
deep
velvet
blue
sea
shore
at
sun
set
black
lace
on
pearl
sands
not mundane
believers
dis
believe
dis
believers
believe
where
are
we
now
shore
and
sky
never weary
nor you...
glad u put it up alone
is how it feels to be out under it
seashore and sky never weary
or you...
out of the equation
areourexchangese m p t yormeaninglesschatter?
or a commingling of ideas
energy sparks
we are
of the earth
but we are also of the heavens
have foreseen my death
a waking dream growing closer
no time
all that your love brought
crystallizing
here on these shores
walking
wind swept
head bowed
she is in the background
clutching a chair she wants to pull it up next to me
get me comfortable
with what's to come
she's good at that
will i go into her arms gracefully?
she is quite beautiful
you've made me cry
i become supplicant
and your love swells
you become
sweet again
tender loving concern pours forth
i lie spent
on the floor
exhausted
is it exacted punishment?
that destroyer of boys, men and
ultimately women
will it ever change
those beautiful
dead
insane
female poets you so Adore...
they touch you in places
i feel
i cannot reach
how i wish they would rise from the dead
become ugly
sane
inane
im not sure if you want to fuck them
or become them
both
i think
one by one
and tries them on like dresses
turning himself to and fro
discarding the ones he doesn't deem fit
he goes forth to face the world
she stands in the corner
silently
watching him
wishing he would come to her naked
a few drops of ocean
pearled on my kitchen table
minute flecks of sand
many hued
golden
rose
and brown
this thing we do
trying to paste pieces of infinity into scrapbooks
as if we could
yet somehow...
shells rocks leaves driftwood lava rock from the beach....
blood red
jewel like
littering my garden
enclosed in an envelope they withered
darkened to dull
the love that nearly sent them glows
Washed my face.
Then I remember.
You have to keep running.
To take part in the human r a c e.
of that i'm sure
but I'll keep on running
till I can run no more...
won't catch up
I just run behind
but that old death crone
she will surely find
me....Lol
poems that sound like the flow of a brook
don't occur to me.....
staccato bursts of hollow pain
my golden elm again
and again
music perhaps to those
not quite sane
?
why is this rhyme occurring....
don't occur to me.....
staccato bursts of hollow pain
my golden elm again
and again
music perhaps to those
not quite sane
?
why is this rhyme occurring....
long left behind
(she thought)
he
still pursues her
in unwanted ways
with tawdry gifts
and vigilance
the second
most recently
discarded
barely acknowledges
her
altho she graced his bed
for over a year
and he cares no more
if he ever did
the last?
and most valued
makes plans for christmas
to be with her
he cares
so much
then makes plans
to be with
others
instead
forgets her birthday
(despite asking some few days before)
or a card ”
three lovers
are
NOT
better than
one
and more
is often
less
more is not better only more of the same... ;o)
moon
beams
drip
splashing
silver
splotches
beams
drip
splashing
silver
splotches
coils of memory
rolled
up
un
furl
in the dark
seahorse
eyes
not
borne on
waves
crest
curling pearl
shells
rose gold sand flecks
the desk
it's like a death
all the possibilities
in the space between us
die
a
lover
gets a
wife
she becomes
his
mother
he her
life...
hold onto
what
was never grasped
fragrances transport you
to lands
you've never been
to mingle
with people
you've neither met
nor seen
unfortunately not safe most of them
australia has plenty to offer tho..... :oD
no
revelation
is only
the struggle
towards
light
dreamed
of
jumping freight trains
and
althoineverhave
i
stay
on
the
wagon
of
more
than
one train
they
or ends
in
life
and what is
tinkle clink
against the window
above
my
sink
frozen
rain
destined to shatter
non of this
will
ever
matter
then
into the soil....
on tree branch
bare
there sits
a bird
with song
as
sweet
as ever heard
with the sunsets baby
full moon bright
and i don't mean maybe
hold me tight
....... ;o)
it's just another friday night....
with the sunsets baby
full moon bright
and i don't mean maybe
hold me tight
....... ;o)
it's just another friday night....
your guts
and your bones
your guts
and your bones
moon
a
thin
pale
ghost
her
harsh
wounded
outbursts
masquerading as laughter
even cells
in a petri dish
excrete waste
illusions shattered
mirror shards
scattered
rending
self
image
hard
you is not me
i tried to be we
we is not me
you saw
i not see
moon
a
thin
pale
ghost
her
harsh
wounded
outbursts
masquerading as laughter
even cells
in a petri dish
excrete waste
illusions shattered
mirror shards
scattered
rending
self
image
hard
you is not me
i tried to be we
we is not me
you saw
i not see
like children
wepush
each
others
boundaries
both
bruising
we remain
i wish
i could make of my scars
fresh wounds
to scab
flake off
and finally heal