Archive for contemporary 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 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.

We Can’t Believe You’ve Got This Far

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 16, 2015 by dc

You’ve tasted it,
Now make it,

Get out your
Knives and pans,

Your plans and dreams,
Ingredients and spoons,

You’ve only got one hour.

Break out on your own,
Strive forth with a purpose

And sever all ties
With those that you love,

The ones that you cherish
And hold dear.

Forget them.

They’re Gone.

Start your life afresh
And take a new name,

Live in a new city,

Where no one recognises
Your face,

Where no one knows the things
That you’ve been through,
Your sorrows and crimes

And all those harrowing times
You told us about earlier.

Become invisible.

A ghost.

And do your best
Not to burn the toast.

Let Things Go

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on October 8, 2013 by dc

He let things go;

I don’t mean he stopped washing,
Didn’t shave or stayed in bed,

I mean he let his life scatter
Till he was wading
Through rubbish,

Thick worries
And thoughts under foot,

The complicated patterns
Of lost conversations
All sticky,

Gutter waters
Of guilt and regret
Sloshing and gushing on by,

Till he sighed,

Left his whole world behind him
And looked out across nothing,

Content for mere seconds,
Then bored beyond tears.

The Fat Man Has Spoken

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on July 23, 2013 by dc

He’s the kind of fat man
Who speaks with his weight,

He dribbles when angry
And eats after violence.

He has the smell of autumn
Cloaking winter,

And at his best he has words
That could dig in your chest

And turn like a blade.

He has a forehead
Well mapped,

Teeth like chipped limestone,

And late at night
Polluted by a bad childhood

He grapples women like victims
And growls like a bear.

He is living in bliss,
Time has no need to heal here,

Hear the ignorance roar,

The fat man has spoken,
The room is still wobbling.

The Digital Zeus Escape

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 14, 2012 by dc

We synchronise
Eye crazes
On-line,
Off-line,
Wrestling the genius
And issuing declarations of love

As lonely dreamers design
Popular worlds,
Clouds
Familiar looking
And lost,
Undisturbed oceans,

They distribute sunglasses
With their parallels
And smile
Like they’re
Creating time.

There’s supermarket bulk,
Well purchased
And instant,
Celeb declarations,
New and widely prescribed,
A god-like nutrition
In almost existence.

We gather with great attention,
Intentions kind but belated,

We want to swap this planet
For something aggregated.