December 2019

If I Wrote

Poetry Drafts / / By 
If I wrote โ€“ of pleasures only
Words pleasing your sensitive skin
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my name





If I wrote โ€“ of hurts & pains
Words cutting short your mundane day
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my traits





If I wrote โ€“ through mirrors only
Words revealing the inner self
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my face





If I wrote โ€“ for approval only
Words and expectations to match
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my game





So I write not of pleasures only
nor of hurts & pains though true
I shun the broken mirrors &
the race for ratings glory gold

I journeyed to Old London Town

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I journeyed to Old London Town
My journey made out of necessity
To form a new life of innocence
Based on truth & adventure





I journeyed to Old London Town
A journey left of righteousness
To meet the skeleton crew
Forfeiting oath & sanity





I journeyed to Old London Town
A journey once twice taken
To sing the songs of old
Amidst the shadows aching





I journeyed to Old London Town
A journey of one & three
A journey of one & one less taken
Between the one and me

they spoke of me

Poetry Drafts / / By 
& the men who spoke the loudest
spoke of death, spoke of me





& in my absence men grew louder
became death, became me





& with death and the becoming
they raged as I slept





& in sleep I awaited
the endings of men

Freckles

Poetry Drafts / / By 
freckles 
freckles I say 
freckles I crave 





& your lips I do recall 
so, so, so many years ago 





kissing 
time mattered not 
kissing & more 





freckles, where did you go 
& no more 





no more & no go 
no 
no & on 





one & none 
one & gone & alone & no more 





missing Freckles and all I left behind 
searching then & searching now 
a hapless hack haunted by ghosts returning 





the ancient fire of love scorching 
come back 





come back 
...

An Expression of Gratitude

Poetry Drafts / / By 
An expression of gratitude I present to you:
Picture a tree not fully grown,
Ripped from the earth with little resistance,
Placed upon a floor of twelve men seated,
Space left beneath its greenish branches,
A void I am about to fill: pay attention.





I go about my day gathering spares,
Discarded paper to collate my thoughts,
To express my deepest thanks,
For the reading; and thinking of thoughts.





I go gently into the darkened night,
under a blessed moon and her howling eyes,
I wonder as I wander of possibilities:
the if only, or the only then.





The thoughts thus gathred,
Collected and collated,
I ink on empty papyrus to stack,
Unwrapped under a tree still standing.





An expression of gratitude; a thanks,
From me,
To you,
For reading this; and for being true to you.





โˆ†

when urges bubble

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It is that time of year when urges bubble,
The time of year I urge to clean.
The urge to clean and tidy-up around me,
That world I left to rot - unattended bleed.





I find the empty envelopes in hiding,
The empty poems upon them writ.
Not correspondence yet admitted,
My secrets still kept - abled.





It is that time of year when urges bubble,
When basic nature rules the mind.
It is that time of year when urges bubble,
Unbottled pops and oops alike

mountains ablaze

Random Unsorted Drafts / / By

As I kiss the mountains ablaze,
My lips turn blue.
As I embrace the fiery rage,
My senses go cold.
I pray to no-one as no-one listens,
I whisper the words of wisdom to the witless.
As I kiss the mountains ablaze,
I find my spirit unheeding

suckers

Random Unsorted Drafts / / By

Three Hundred and Eighty Million years ago
A tree slowly grew
The first erection of planet Earth
Sucking carbon dioxide out of the air
& here we stand
Not knowing which way to turn
Not knowing which way is up
With hope slowly fading
& prayers spoken as if
we were not to blame
for the failings
right there, in front of us

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