What It Is

So tell me exactly
What it is
That she doesn’t understand
How you justify
Your roving eye
And your wandering hand

And I’ll tell you exactly
What it is
That really grinds my gears
How you can sit there
Without a care
Whilst she’s at home in tears

Stolen

You will never be forgiven

For what you took from me

Not just my only lover

But my whole identity

And even though you did it

A near whole five years ago

I am yet to fully recover

Or let my seething anger go

Futility

The lights go out

In the blink of an eye

And there’s nothing left

But to say goodbye

Greener Grass

Absence doesn’t make
The heart grow fonder

We just start to yearn
For what’s over yonder

And so we’re presented
With a question to ponder

Exactly which opportunity
Should we squander?

Dinner Dates

Please
excuse my
awkwardness

I know
I look like
quite the
amateur

I’m just
not sure
of the
etiquette,
yet

Let alone
all of the
vernacular

Short Changed

You do not need

To put me first

And I would never ask you to

But it would be nice

If, once or twice,

You thought of someone

Other than you

Widows

We need support

When traumatised

Not to be attacked

Or demonised

Something we wish

That you’d realise

When losing them

Leaves us paralysed

Fatalism

The lighter’s scritch

Scratches the itch

Of yet another

Nicotine hit

So I flick the switch

And cross the stitch

On yet another day

I didn’t quit

A Reflection

Why are you so depressing

He said

Why are your words so dark

Because my life is fucking distressing

She said

And so, therefore’s, my art

Take My Advice

If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here

Fishbones

I guess you’re all there

Outside together

Enjoying the food

And this change in weather

Swapping your stories

Of the week’s events

As you wait for the last

Course to commence

Well don’t mind me

As I sit here and smoke

Hoping for the day

When you all choke

And die

Raising A Glass

At your wedding toast

Yesterday

I did not cry one bit

Even when I glanced

Upon your first dance

I held it in

With an iron like grit

For what I wouldn’t do

Is ever tell you

How seeing you so happy

Did hurt

And that, at times,

If just in my mind

I did wish your happy day cursed

Charming Collaborations #5

IF ONLY

Why are you still fucking talking
Because the words out of my mouth have meaning
Yet your homespun philosophy bores me
At least I don’t feel compelled by needless preening
Do you think that this is it?
That our relationship is built on shit ?
Well, it’s you that cannot follow instruction
You know what ? I’m done, I quit !
I hope that isn’t an attempt at seduction
If only.

Written in collaboration with @Matt at aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com ©2023


Early Morning Word Wednesday: Poetry Collab #1…

Just Another Chore

Let’s make love tonight

He said

Until we reach

The heights of heaven

Just fucking stick it in

She said

I’ve got to be up

At seven

Charming Collaborations #4

“Touch And Go”

were i to ask
for truth,

which would
you spin?

The kind that
pushes
back…

or lets me in?

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


Charming Collaborations #3

“Untitled”

time coasts past
like clouds of
dream

sweet spoken words
lost in-between

the truth’s not
really what it
seems,

so often bared,
but seldom
seen.

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


Charming Collaborations #2

“But My Eyes Still See”

not every quiet’s
golden,

some grow rank
with mold,

blue blooming
with decay

with truths we’ve
fail to say.

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


Charming Collaborations #1

“Not Too Rough”

she said she wasn’t
built for this

but was too smitten
to resist the risk,

stating “let’s just see what
happens”

numb from being flattered
and then flattened

by the well meaning
hands

of some overly
eager
man.

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


Vengeance

As you stand there

Wailing and weeping

Just be glad they’re all dead

And not just sleeping

The Run-Through

Skin like milk
Lips cherry red
Your outline etched
Inside my head

Making no sound
Thinking only instead
Of when we’ll fall
Into your bed

Top Of The Pops

When those bands
Of old
Don’t speak to you
And the comfort
Of music
Is gone

It won’t matter
Where
Because
I’ll be there
To help you
Carry on

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