Archive for contemporary poetry

Paused

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2020 by dc

Everyone is quiet,

Hunkered down,

No-ones left
Their houses
For days,

People are blanking
The news,

No rumours,

Just sounds
And the odd thought,

What happens to
Perpetual machines
If no-one cares
When they start to fall apart?

You’re Only As Young As The Last Time You Didn’t

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 5, 2020 by dc

You take chances
And gamble on heartache
And train times,

Till the fire
Starts to fade,

Then you magnify
The characteristics
All your ex-lovers hated,

Just to shine
That little bit
Brighter at night.

You think fate
Sometimes whispers
And mutters your name,

You drink too much
At stranger’s houses
And regret nothing,

You interrupt then
Improve each and every
Conversation,

Till your hiccups
Start glitching
And you fade into carpet;

You’d take on the town
If you could only
Stay upright,

An enigma to many,
Untranslated by most,
Your a piece of a puzzle

Lay scattered.

Assimilation

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 23, 2019 by dc

A reverie of solar flares
And magnetic storms,

High-energy particles
Colluding to glue
A long scattered past,

All improvised deliriums
And runaway conclusions,

Horizontal auroras
Dissipating through heart beats,

Broken power grids
Sparking crazed alien rain,

Wayward transmissions
All wild and berserk,
Drifting across the ionosphere;

Inhaling gentle
Geomagnetic disturbances,

The dawn puppeting stupors,
Groaning for semblance,

As therapy fades.

The Peach Tree

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 14, 2018 by dc

Columns of smoke cloaking
Cluttered thoughts and unfed shadows,

The crumbled calls of entropy,

The breath faint mystery of survival,
Blackened hills and broken wells,

Rusting cogs and pyramids,
Cathedral spires and totem poles

Conducting loose and lost mandalas
As they dance to hope’s melodies.

Revelations spin on pin heads,

Winter’s artificial mountains
And frozen river plains
Mirror soft transforming skies,

A loose decision is plucked from nowhere,
And all is one again somehow,

No static in the daylight,

No rainclouds or feedback
Or dark-dyed idiocy – just peace;

And the cracks find us here,
Wide eyed in a shed,

Laughing in each other’s arms,
Staring at a simple old photo

Of a peach tree,
Zoetic.

Bait

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on September 10, 2018 by dc

Trapped between
Cognitive thinking,
Drinking and just
Floating in space,
They dangle like bait

Caught in a misty
White chaos
With apes locked in cages
Who slouch and persist
On just rotating lounge wear,
All swear words,
Abuse and raw hatred,

It’s a mess,
It’s bad taste,
It’s a waste,

It’s the kind of
Bent mindset
Found on posters
Once pasted by skinheads
In basements
And dirty phone booths.

That Stolen Desert

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on September 7, 2018 by dc

That stolen
Desert,

Ignorant
When questioned,

All broken
By nature’s moans,

A crudely
Sketched landscape

Drying the hush
Of all murmurs,

As the sun
Bleeds its war.

Grapefruit Husks

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on September 7, 2018 by dc

A citric residue
Coats the bacon pink lips
Of all around the silent table,

Half serrated silver spoons
Sit beside a dozen quivering
Grapefruit husks,

A distant radio rolls the news,
Eyelids flicker a gentle waltz
And the kitchenware rattles,

Poorly cut videos flash and repeat,
Cracked echoes of longing
And whispered perception,

All dizzy days gone by
And stippled memories
Reaching out,

Sat in the sun dappled dust
And flickering in the haze
Of another privileged curse.

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 murmuring pasts,

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

This old teenage pact.

A Shelf

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 14, 2015 by dc

I have a shelf
At the base
Of one of my
Teeth

Where sweet words
Have crept in
And left their
Mark.

I’ve tried
Filling it up
With fiction

But it’s
Sensitive
To knowledge.

I’ve considered
Ornaments
And trinkets

But it’ll
Never hold
The weight.

So it just sits there
Receding,

It’s sheen
Lost to bleeding,

It’s coat
Never gleaming

If it could sleep
It’d be dreaming

Of a mouth
Far finer than mine.

That Melody Rebellion

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on April 27, 2015 by dc

A witch once said
If you’re over 30
And travelling on a bus

You’ve failed at life;

But real failure farts
It’s melting brass soundtrack

When you think of nothing but home,

When you insulate your bubble,
Provide, invest, protect,

Fill jars up with hope
And store them underground,

Ushering dust
And dancing for no one,

Only rattling when we dream
These random revolutions,

These fleeting yawns of chaos,

The kind that only happen
When the TV turns bleak

And starts to pretend
Real change is a nightmare

Where the bins lie on fire
And the clouds shriek all grey.

We’re all losers,

We’ve all stared at things
We’ll never attain

And dreamed
Of a gentle apocalypse,

A strange song from way up high,
A meeting of minds,

A fresh new thought
That just clicks,

That melody rebellion,

That dizzy hum and groove,

Like dry fingers snapping,
Withered bones cracking,
An old whisper popping.

We’re gone.