Autobiography

Gone but not forgotten

I wish I could have saved you I was so far away Too long gone by Too many years So much I had to say I wish I could have seen you Before you took that road To hear your thoughts

Poet's Plea

Oh hell, comment away, I think I might stop... scream once, tear my hair out, hold up my hands - honesty is the biggest crime, is it not?

Nirvana in a Mexican Restaurant

I crossed the intersection cursed at an inconsiderate driver- took a seat in "la casa del pueblo," confirmed my usual of a margarita with Ramon (un caballero suave y simpatico,)

Reminiscing

That Wedding Day photograph Stands on the tables side

Spring In The Air

A hint of fragrance; Scent of life! The daffodils sway, Tidal; waves of yellow.

The Lonely night

In the village he grew up in No one remembers his name As he walks through places That are engraved in his skin Along the grass littered with trash On a hill he calls his home

3 Wishes

I.P. spring... (re-edit)
Cherry

This Side Up

One year on, and the hospice in which my daughter was so wonderfully cared for, asked me to write a short for their magazine ...

Rock River Rock (IP)

Rock, River, Rock (1st March, 2009, 12.08pm) Rock, river, rock; sway me in your arms like a babe with a smile; slow-grow in me a penchant for your deep, green charms.

Ode to Sunday

Day of rest

Happy Hens

Happy Hens The hens were happy. Across the valley the church rested on the sky line sculpted in an uncertain light.
Cherry

Ever So Slightly Mad

'Abba had nothing on my dancing queen ...'

One word poem.

Guaranteed to please. If not there's another one called You.
Cherry

She Was ...

At the end of the day, we are the things we love ... I guess. (Edit, with thanks to Jennifer)

Dollar Bill Chase

Can you imagine me buttoned up in a peacoat wearing a beret tilted to one side and a blue and white scarf wrapped around my neck?

The Swinging Tree

I held a knobbly stick in my hand not intended for a weapon, a memory in prosetry

Empty Escape

I’m going where it’s quiet and peaceful, The only place where I can be alone,

Don't Cry

At a funeral, Why does everyone cry?

Chapter Four- Annamillie and Adelphie

When I awoke, I lay in Cavell's bed all alone. Neither Cavell or Caolan were in sight. I sat up slowly, pushing the thick blankets off me, and got out of bed.
Cherry

Gorge myself on you

Ooooh, a bit of naughtiness!!!

Surrounded

Surrounded A myriad voices Drifting by Living Moving I listen Pieces here and there caress my ears ‘And she texted me that she liked him....’ Lives going on their way Feeling

Great Uncle Kenneth

He has a hump on his back and is missing a thumb. Trapped in the sawmill when he was young. He stoops over the table Drinks tea from a tiny cup Dwarfed in his coarse fingers.

Nana

Nana and I knit. I sit on the red puffe at her feet. She is mild when no one else is here. When I drop a stitch she picks it up.

Grandma

We play drafts and I always choose the colour We watch Gone with the Wind because she says it’s my favourite We eat mince and dumplings because she says its Dad’s favourite

Sumo Sister

She is a little baby sumo Owl eyes and light wisps of honey hair. I tease her by withdrawing my face As she leans to suck my nose. She flops forward but isn’t ruffled.

UGLY

Ive always been self-conscious but one person eventually made me see That I wasnt as ugly as I thuoght. Please comment- Im not sure this poem works well, Yaz

Books

Until now, I did not realise that there were other things that I wished to put on shelves. Now the highest ones seem safe places for sharp things and I picture neatly folded stacks

Sorry

Sometimes I feel as though I spend my whole life apologising: to the client on the phone I swore at by mistake, to the two friends whose first meeting
Cherry

Tuesday's Child

My dear sweet, little sister; an annoyance sent by angry storks. Oh, how with floppy tongues they flock. She is a nymph and I, Medusa. If only they would love me the way they love her.

Our company

This is such a crass draft. So, any suggestions would be gratefully, gratefully received. Our company Be sorry no more!

Old versus New

...the wild life, forests, sea beaches, indigenous tribes, forts, Rajas and maharajas and the freedom struggle...
Poem of the week

I have not moved my mouth

Dear mr married, I'm not quite sure what we are negotiating - more that you are kissing me, and I have not moved my mouth.

Firstborn

I wonder at genetics; How is it done? That out of lustful kinetics, There came such a one

Better late than never

It’s always said...

I Am My Own Personal Saviour

I've been chased by wild street dogs in Thailand, been on Hawaii's sands luxuriously tanned, driven lonely on many icy highways, also through the arid but fertile sagelands of Eastern Oregon

love me

losing love

OH, NUTS!

A RANT in response to recent slights and oddness...hilarious!

about me-college prepatory student

I am a 9th grader at Kipp Pride High Gaston college prepatory school. I attend school from 8:00 A.M until 5:00 P.M.

Moments of life…

That’s me! So life has to revolve around me.
Cherry

Magnets, bulbs, batteries

Like a fresh start, a wrong turn, a shortcut out from a 1987 school canteen que where you are polite to dinner ladies, let bullies make you eat eggs and do not know who Nivarna is.
Cherry

One Last Time…

A Villanelle to my late daughter.
Cherry

I Could Have Written A Book About ...

IP. Some things about me ... as seen through the eyes of another.

Seventeen Going On Twenty-Five

IP: 25 things about me At secondary school people told me I was posh because I used big words; I told them they were being hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobic.

I Love You

Just a few more than 25 things about me. 2nd IP subject for this week. I wrote this for my Grandson almost 20 years ago

Being Seventeen

I wrote this on my birthday. :)

An Ode to the Dark Side

fear, anger, lust, ambition- the dark side are these or so goes the sickly, impotent meme popularized by a B sci-fi classic yet what man really doesn't

The Chair

An ugly piece Of furniture, Stuffed with wonderful Memories
Cherry

Ranch waitress

Ranch waitress, ham fisted men have dreamed of you fingering yourself in the bathroom; they tell you in mornings when the day is banana bread. Give me your kidney, no, your knickers,

Dear Mathil

Dear Mathil, I am writing to give you a picture of where my head lives. over the bar hangs a solid gold moon which winks like an eyeball as I turn in my cycles.

Alone

This morning I woke up and then got dressed. I did all the things you do all day, everyday. Worrying and then not giving a shit, feeling scared and then feeling brave, then feeling scared again.

Farewell, Johnnie Walker

Some five and forty years we've been together, Treasured friend and direst enemy, In sunny times and stormy weather. You've always been there in good times and bad,
Cherry

Love needs an object 07_02_09

Love needs an object. It was love at first sight. Not only did I know, in that deep knowing that’s nothing to do with knowledge, it was as if it was already a fait acompli. Journey’s End.

Vwoooom...

Ever feel life is passing you by, and there's so much you could be doing? I envy you.
Cherry

The Man Next Door

Strange thing - that sixth sense of ours.

Fear not Lily Allen.

An ode to Lily.

Living

About paranoia.

break then fall

We're heading for a fall, I can feel it in my bones and through the sighs I make when we're on the phone, the words you say reverberate then fall