Archive for british poetry

Pact

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2017 by dc

Soft words falling
Like dust from a
Limestone sphinx,
Eyes prowling
For acceptance,

The wondering,
The intrigue,
These newly found lullabies
Sashaying through silence
And mummering pasts,

Green dreams uniting
To purr at the moon,
Promises golden,
All passionate pausing
And heartfelt release,

This old teenage pact.

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Projections

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2017 by dc

All comfortable, alien glows,
Far flung from the trip of light sleep,

An awakening of projections,
The sunrise on your bedroom walls,

Stressed, sombre eyes deconstructed,
All fluttering beacons

And hushed melodies
In warm isolation.

You are buried in dreamscapes,
Wrapped loosely in calm,

A breeze circling in secret,
Stray magic all quivers,

Soft scratches in sandpits
And whispers of wonder,

Wandering across beaches
The tide petting your feet,

And setting you free
To just hum

And kiss bird song,
Tongue lolling,

A longing unwrapped,
Sweet serenity tapped.

Black Gutters Gush

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 10, 2017 by dc

Wooden gates creak
As the storm starts to scream,

Idiots, thieves,
I beg your pardon,

Listen to the worms outside,
Deep inside the garden.

Crooked drains weep
Till they splutter with woe,

Insatiable lords,
I beg your pardon,

Keep one eye on your shadowed sides,
There are knives forever sharpened.

Black gutters gush
As the rainbow waits,

Ignorant hope,
I beg your pardon,

Beware the Gods that say they’re so
And break until you’re hardened.

The Rally

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2017 by dc

They make believe chaos,
Side with the shouters
And plot all discordant,

They scream for unity
And then build walls,

They scattergun soundbites,
Slideshow confusion
And warm up their armies.

They’re strangers playing risk
And they shuffle us for fun,

They’ve stitched us up
And left us spent,

Now it’s time to come undone.

Surprise

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on February 3, 2017 by dc

Corpuscles shiver
Shimmering fields of fresh dew
Happily shell shocked

His Wet Cap Dripping

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 26, 2017 by dc

A sad, ugly bruise
On the leg of this land,

A pockmark,
A crooked gate closed,

Ireful and grumpy,
Dressed like an accident,

Dark rain peppering
His unwilling sighs,

High on abandon.

Stood underneath
The angry acrobatics
Of territorial crows,

Solitude fringed
With grasped bitterness,

His wet cap dripping
A tightly framed world

Where the morris men dance
Amidst peculiar tales,

All rose tinted pint pots
And idiot songs,

Make believe memories
Hand-picked and polished,

Hung between bunting
With pride never questioned;

It’s all cheese sandwich dreams
And the fear fight,

Wistfully growling
Good night.

Sacrificial Hiccups

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 21, 2017 by dc

From the unmarked graves
On the cusps of dusty hills,

To the messages on fallen walls
In the hearts of war torn towns,

There is a need to just
Pause and take breaths

Now there’s nothing left
But the icy sheened eyes

Of the puppets
And the infamous thieves,

The blood on the chins
Of the ruthless,

And the stains that shouted loudest
Through rectified dark skies.