red lips open up
endless possibilities
eyes shuttered and dark
silent screaming goes unheard
where pain and joy look the same
the big O
Tag: poem
lessons learned
In go the children
sit bright-eyed at teacher’s feet
their pages still blank.
Let’s school these enquiring minds
into dull obedience.
mark the spot
glances across the room slide away half smiles
(gravitating into orbit)
pulse stutters close enough to touch don’t
(slide fingertips against my palm)
warm breath against my neck goosebumps bloom
(close the distance cross the line)
exploring gentle passion
(see taste savour)
dance a sensual tango back and forth
(push pull resist yield)
all of me and more
(take everything)
together let’s uncover
hidden treasures off the map
Siren
listen:
you break on me like a wave
a swell of careless seduction
drawn to dangerously calm waters
pulled under a riptide of love
you snatch my breath clean away and still
I laugh
lending you the heat of passion
holding close to my cold and slippery siren
Night moves
Every single night he calls me–
Let’s play hide and seek.
Stepping just ahead so slowly,
close your eyes, don’t peek.
If you look beyond the shadow
past the weary ghost
see, right there. I really do know
what you need the most.
Oh I know he doesn’t mean it
fooled me yet again.
Never catch him for a minute;
sleep’s a losing game.
Commit
listen:
it will turn out fine
if you only will commit;
always hold the line.
Thoughts at three
listen:
I’m longing for oblivion, a temporary respite
from all the stuff that’s spinning through my brain, night after night.
What can I do when nothing seems to help me slip away
from everything that clutters up my mind, day after day?
I’ve tried all of the recommended old wives tales and tips.
From four o’clock no caffeine is allowed to pass my lips
but white noise drives me crazy, so warm bath and black eye mask
is what I tried. Alas no luck. Is it too much to ask
for a few hours escape from all the worries that I’m feeling
that keep me far from sleep, as I stare up at the dark ceiling?
Yellow
poem #5 in the colour series
listen:
Cheerful daisies turn their faces upwards.
Big sun, bright heart reflected in egg yolk centres
And mirrored in the humblest things.
Life energy lights the sky
and falls to earth, yet not diminished.
Instead its littler twin multiplies its force.
As above, so below.
For what I see, I can be.
And though I am ever so small
the universe
is contained within me.
Under a crying sky
listen to this poem:
See there, the sunny uplands
of what could be
see here, the barren wasteland
of what came to be
the space between, under a crying sky
is brim full of splintered dreams, of lost hopes
and bitter grains of disappointment
of what will never be
Love shackles
(a villanelle)
Listen to this poem:
We’re joined by an invisible chain
we try and fail to pull apart;
each link is forged of joy and pain.
Emotions overcame my brain.
Hopelessly smitten at the start,
we’re joined by an invisible chain
that weighs so little. Yet in vain
I try to free my restless heart.
Each link is forged of joy and pain.
What is the use if I complain
about this fate I can’t outsmart?
We’re joined by an invisible chain.
Let’s tally up the loss and gain
of taking Cupid’s poisoned dart.
Each link is forged of joy and pain
so here we are, and must remain.
We wait until death do us part.
We’re joined by an invisible chain,
each link is forged of joy and pain.