I’m driving along a Tarmac road
that cuts through a manicured landscape
of dull green fields,
fluffy white sheep
and dry-stone walls.
I’ve heard there’s too many re-introduced
birds of prey
in...
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I’m driving along a Tarmac road
that cuts through a manicured landscape
of dull green fields,
fluffy white sheep
and dry-stone walls.
I’ve heard there’s too many re-introduced
birds of prey
in...
Just like that it was gone
and with it his hope of a U.S.P.
not that it had sold him all that well.
The Poirot
The combed-out
The Handlebar
The Magnum
The ‘obligatory Chaplin’
(the comments...
Haha good idea! thanks for your reply
we lived our lives
in bubble wrap
and Tupperware
and cling film
and sandwich bags;
inside air conditioned
pressurised cabins
behind UV protected
double glazed windows;
in upright reclinable...
As cool and pristine as a Siamese cat,
you entered my life
with a shake of my hand
and the faintest of smiles.
Cold as a razor-blade
and without a goodbye,
you left it again.
Hitchhiking underneath my arm
– you’re not a tick,
you’re the tip
of an angry little iceberg.
You didn’t seek me out
, while I walked through bracken,
to bury your legs deep beneath my skin....
tastes like the dance-floor smoke
of my younger days,
it's made a science-fiction-man out of me.
I’m free to puff away wherever I want -
driving in my car or sitting at my desk.
I'm without an...
Some really enjoyable lines in this. Thanks for sharing (and not deleting yet!), JB! 😀
Whilst my comfortable little life
flowed by
so tranquilly,
unimaginable things were always going on
elsewhere
in the world.
While at the beach I rushed to put my sunblock on
others had to...
Abandoned my book
to stare out of the window
from Doncaster until I don’t know where.
The conveyor belt of flat green fields
slid by and by
and by
and by, beneath
a Tupperware sky.
Really enjoyed reading this, especially:
''Listening to sirens
And passing conversations''
Honestly, I wasn't crazy about the last line, it felt a bit apologetic; though this poem as a whole...
You were Ralph and Roger and Jack,
full of purpose
when we landed upon our island
together.
You built shelters and fires, found food
, hunted for meat.
You had the confidence to prosper and...
Washed up jelly fish
on a gravel beach
beneath
a chalky sky.
The plastic spade
in my nine year old hand
made a pudding of you.
I apologise.
Thanks for your thoughts Dreamwoven. I'm not sure why my wordpress wasn't working when you landed on it - it isn't the most visually exciting of landing pages, but there should be links to many...
A tiny piece of my past
that makes my face flush red
just to recall it silently.
An anecdote I don’t recount,
nor will I ever wish to.
You, my accomplice
, just a name to me now
in a list of...
Humbled,
I snuffle
and clear my throat loudly,
slimily,
disgustingly.
Anxiously
awaiting
the call of my surname.
My teeth are in fact already straight, but thanks for your comment :)
These crooked teeth
in the bathroom mirror,
gritted back at me,
as a daily reminder
that I can only regret
those younger days,
where I got off lightly
on each trip to the dentist.
A monster, a taste bud,
the embodiment of a milkshake.
You’ve been called a lot of things
by marketing men
and customers’ kids.
They even all called you evil once.
Evil Grimace
who went...
Black dogs, hogs,
and a yellow bird.
Red and black rats,
cats,
a fox and a wolf.
She accused others too
when she gave her confession,
spoke openly of
all the creatures listed above.
Might’ve...
At the window table
of this commuter village’s
dark little pub,
is where you can find me
spending my nights
, or squandering them.
I’m happy amongst the locals
who don’t talk to me.
Pen...
Somehow I missed the comments on this post at the time... Many thanks desiresjab, Dreamwoven and Hawkman for your constructive input on this one. It's got a way to go, so your thoughts are very much...
Thanks for your feedback on this desiresjab. No, unfortunately the 'How far can you bounce?' title does come from a real situation.
The crowd jeered and took selfies
before I took my leap,
or at least that’s how
the newspaper put it;
that I’d been goaded with shouts
of ‘How far can you bounce?’.
But I could hardly have...
A knock at the door
and who walks in,
but my long lost brother-in-law
+ his wife and two kids.
I remember him thinner
, well I mean younger at least
and with less double chins –
perhaps a...