The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
From nothing I came And to nothing will I return Between these an eternal agony of existing Bearing me onward Towards oblivion A nobody I was A nobody I will be Lost in this wilderness of being Reminding me always Of my failure Born nowhere I will die nowhere Alone along many paths have I stumbled Unguided, unknown Unwanted
16/03/2021
Leave a CommentWhen I am here no longer
Grieve not for I am nothing
But if a memory of me comes unbidden
Haste you to that great oak
That has at times so gently guarded us
And spread its shady limbs above our souls
Then sit you down against that hoary wrinkled trunk
And view again those verdant fields
Where often dancing larks on wing set flight
And cautious deer do snuggle in swelling grass
And when winds warm whisper
Your ruddy cheek so tenderly kisses
Silent hold your remembrance of me within
And know that I am near
At last at peace beside you
And tear not that I am gone
When I am here no longer
09/02/2021
Leave a CommentI held a knife Blade shining slick, Siren singing to my sinful soul Nordic ground, Belly round, Tang full, Edge sharp Like yearning As biting as pain Steel spine Cold against my skin Raising hairs On my naked arm Handle of southern Tamboti wood Red lined Colour of dried blood, satin smooth Fragrant spice perfume Rich to my nostrils, Warm, sensuous, sinuous, Like an old lover Lightly lying in my hand Oh how I long To release your gift And with that favour Release my own
11/02/2017
Leave a CommentA million more breaths to breathe, my friend, Before you die. A weary life you lead In a shattered, scattered shell. The yearning ceased long ago. Now only an empty, dull ache And darkness Always darkness.
13/01/1990
Leave a CommentWhat did they feel I wonder? As they were swept away on that hideous wave. That same wave that so terribly burnt the names Hiroshima and Nagasaki Into our dull consciousness. Were they afraid, did they feel terror In those few seconds? Did they think on their loved ones, Did they know they were going to die, Or were they just living their ordinary lives? Were the children playing in the streets? Were the mothers shopping, washing, talking? Were the fathers working as they had always done? Did they have brothers I wonder Fighting at the front? So many died in that instant, in that twinkling of an eye, All on the orders of a solitary man so far away. And so many of the undead Suffered so terribly. Was it worth it? And now so many years later What lessons have we learnt? Could it ever happen again? Will so many people die so needlessly Or can we learn to live in peace?
13/01/1990
Leave a CommentWhat memories will die with me
When I am gone?
What thoughts, what words,
What voices
Will silent fall
And never again heard will be
When this all too short term
Is passed
And I to dust am returned?
20/04/2018
Leave a CommentSilent stone word carved By church and heath Says so little Of the soul that lies Under turf And sky What spark was lit From that mortal frame And raised From lowly shepherd So divine a voice In this lonely place? I feel a debt Of thankfulness And humility To this kindred spirit Whose majesty I feel Reaching out As I stand Before the Silent stone word carved
19/09/1998
Leave a CommentA death
Tragic
Unnecessary
Came to my view
On the television
The other day
A person
Alone
Had ceased to be
And I cried
26/09/1998
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