Archive for short poem

They’ve Lowered The Ceiling

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2018 by dc

High on believing
Because they’ve
Lowered the ceiling,

Drunk and healing
As we steal our adventures,

The treasured realisation
Everything’s better blurred

And far away from the herds.


Ghost Wanderers Conduct

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2018 by dc

Ghost wanderers conduct
The long midnight hush

As the river rolls ancient
Through somnolent valleys;

Grey misted memories
Hug onto the banks,

Ornaments of fortune
Glimmer down all quixotic

And autumn rests in its fog,
Cushioning confusion,

Caressing the landscape
All languid and vague,

Amidst the heavenly smell
Of old trees softly sighing,

Their leaves stretching out
In the black wilderness.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on August 22, 2018 by dc

The unspoken spoken
And the worry free now
Naively unmoved
As the aftermath swells.

It’s Been One Of Those Years

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 26, 2018 by dc

The sun is bellicose
And ripe in its new
Violent pretence,

The sand shuffles qualms
And the sea laps
Its uneasy lies,

And here we are smiling,
Lost in bent laughter,
All chosen and certain,

It’s been one of those years.

When’s ‘Aliens’ On?

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2018 by dc

They broke the mould,
Glued it back together

And made a mess

So ugly and twisted,
Some started chanting
It’s name,

Some started suggesting
It should lead us
Out of the darkness

And towards salvation,

But all we could see
Were slightly cloudy skies
And a few burst balloons,

People shrugging
And litter.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2018 by dc

In the suburbs of disaster
Where the tools sit new and untouched,

I spent winters running from answers,
I went looking for questions unloved.

I found fresh regret lost in a car park,
An old cigar only half smoked,

Weird whistles and mumbling strangers
Conjuring new ways to choke.

We Signed Naive

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2018 by dc

From the petri dish
To the river
And from the puddles
To the plate,

We’ve been dancing
Around like sinners,
Teasing wicked,
Twisted fates.

From the chimney stacks
To the ocean
And from our footprints
To the sky,

We’ve been rubberstamping
Inking some
Old stranger’s lies,