Wednesday 29 October 2008

Truth?

*MP*

Drink deep the poison that surrounds you.
Swim champagne oceans of glittering lies;
Embrace the whispered secrets of life
And call them truth...

Friday 10 October 2008

Pieces of Me

*MP*
Pieces of me, broken,
Scattered to a cold morning breeze;

Melt as ice in the dazzling blue
Of an ever-changing sky;

Simmer as salty tears streaming
Down life's dirty windows;

Linger as laughter, hauntingly
Surrounding a star-bathed universe;

Dance as ghostly angels singing
Their sacred poetry

Into the vast, wakeful night.

Friday 26 September 2008

The Spark

Glittering through stained glass windows of the soul,
The infant spark of inspiration - a sunrise wild and pure;
The coloured crystal sends its silent fingers
Melting into colours new, stretching ‘cross the floor

Sunday 10 August 2008

Poem for 08-08-08

We may not be where we expected;
Each new day, a new surprise.
All those dreams in eyes reflected
Like newborn suns, our futures rise.
They shine with all those plans, perfected,
Happiness spread across the skies.

-Untitled-

Dare not fly blind, brilliant child.
Explore eternity with those morning eyes,
Question all but the magic of life
And the joy of a virgin sky, blushing
At the touch of an impassioned sun.

Wednesday 6 August 2008

A Dose of Blasphemy

*MP*

What gods are these that embrace
A bleeding universe with eternal hands,
Yet fail to reach the blind and broken hearts of Man,
While blushing angels surround those sorry souls
In a dancing breeze that does little to soothe,
Save cooling the skin with sweet caress?

Saturday 2 August 2008

Poetry of Time

*MP*

How softly a warm breath on the window
Whispers of ghosts bathed in fire.
Questions, deep as night and vast as eternity
Stream down the dirty glass.
Secrets, dark as desire in wet clouds
Of perfumed smoke bleed into the blushing universe.
Only fools speak of yesterday's angels
Bourne away on dancing stars,
Blind to the sacred poetry of bread.

This is what happens when ones mother is talking about dinner while one is trying to be artistic... Dammit woman!

Thursday 31 July 2008

Office Haiku

Photocopier
Spewing out endless pages -
Every one the same.

Guess what I was doing when I wrote this piece...
It's so depressingly bleak if you scratch the surface - each corporation is a giant photocopier, spewing out mindless drones as in Orwell's 1984.

Thursday 26 June 2008

The Pearls of Dawn

The new day dawns. A blank page is the sky.
Each soul on Earth wearily sheds the night
And, taking pen in hand scrawls long and high
Across this bare canvas with all his might
His own clandestine journey through this life.
Each man believes himself to be alone
And Loneliness, wielding a sharpened knife,
With searing pain through flesh it reaches bone.
A moment wasted is a grain of sand
Lost to the immense desert of the past.
A moment tasted, a pearl in the hand,
Each shining memory will forever last.

This is a poem I have been working on for some months. It was originally a Shakespearean sonnet (hence the meter), however I had trouble finding a closing couplet. There is a distinct contrast in styles between the octave and the closing four lines. I think both parts of the poem have their own message to convey.

Tuesday 10 June 2008

Shipwrecked

At the mercy of this endless sea of emotion,
My soul spluttering, cursing the freezing surf
Falls deep into a yawning chasm,
Seeking the light of an ever-distant dawn.

It has not been a good day. Perhaps the dawn
will bring something better...

Monday 9 June 2008

Susurrus

Blue is the sky, deep as oceans.
Grass, green as emeralds lies beneath.
A gentle susurrus blows through the trees -
The tranquil sigh of a world for now at peace.

I heard the word "susurrus" today and it seemed
perfect for this piece.

Thursday 29 May 2008

Red Balloon, Part Two

Inspiration for the poem 'Red Balloon' struck while I was
gazing out of the office window yesterday and saw a red
balloon floating across the sky. Strangely, another red balloon
appeared in the same pattern this morning. It felt like deja vu,
only it was real. At least, I think it was...

Wednesday 28 May 2008

Red Balloon

Red balloon, sailing across the dull, grey sky.
Have you escaped from a child's grasp
Only to float aimlessly into oblivion,
Or have you a better place to be?

Tuesday 27 May 2008

Yesterday's Words

*MP*
Worry not of yesterday's words;
Poetry of a vast night devoured by a morning star
Soft as breath, yet lingering as perfume,
Bleeding into an ocean of eternity.

Friday 23 May 2008

Poetry or Cookery?

Private thoughts, each an ingredient not yet mixed.
Simmering inside me, they fuel my art.
If I were to let everything spill out over the floor,
I would have nothing left to cook with.

Puppy Poetry

Inside me ideas bounce like a box of hungry pups.
I can smell food, but it is still beyond my reach.
So many times I start to write, but not beyond a few words,
a scrap at a time, and still my tummy rumbles.

Wednesday 21 May 2008

A Nautical Metaphor

I look down as life laps between my tiny toes;
A tide patiently waiting to carry me over the horizon.
I stand on this desolate beach, hammer in hand,
staring at a pile of wood.

This is how I am feeling today. My future awaits,
and I have all the tools in hand. If only I could
find a boat-building manual.

Monday 19 May 2008

Death and the Letter 'D'

*MP*

Drink deep the dazzling day.
Dance to the delicious rhythm of life
As Death draws about you,
Unseen, cloaked in darkness.

Soul Food

My soul is in a zip-lock bag and has no room to breathe.
Your peanut butter kisses are not what I need.
My chocolate tears run slowly down the cellophane.
Pass me a fondu fork, so my soul can breathe again.

Fool's Desire

Tomorrow is every fool’s desire,
Though yesterday is not at rest.
We dream our wings will take us higher,
But can our hearts withstand the test?

Champagne Simile

Thoughts, like champagne bubbles break the surface
And burst, the sound ringing out into the night.
Inspiration, bitter sweet rolls around my tongue,
The soft whisper of a dream by candlelight.

Magnetic Poetry

Much of my inspiration is found using Magnetic Poetry: http://www.magneticpoetry.com/ It is amazing what insight into life one can find small in a box of words. Many hours of cogitation have been spent here.

(each of my pieces written with magnetic poetry
will be marked with *MP*)