30 Dec 2016

More 10 Word Poems

no apology
can't be sad
inside i'm glad
it made you mad

tarnished hopes 
just thinking they must'a
lost some lustre
while getting here

the right amount
my arms will enfold
all the love
they can hold

just kids' talk
fell outta that tree
hurt my knee
'ya wanna see?

come what may
don't give a damn
what they say

is it poetry?
strung together
seemingly at random
no rhyme nor reason

wordsmith's bible
expending time and thought
could come to nought
- invest wisely

10 Words of Madness
Trump and Putin say they are
supporting all things nuclear

What others may think
must wait
to grow up

29 Dec 2016

the ball gown

the girl in the mirror stands high on tip-toe

she arches her back as she's tying the bow

at the back of the dress, then starts doing a twirl
turning this way and that, the skirts billow and swirl

such a beautiful dress, it belonged to her mother
so carefully kept and loved as no other
the girl closes her eyes and imagines the dance
in the arms of a lover, the start of romance

moving daintily now as she hums out the tune
she goes twirling and swirling around the bedroom
nobody to watch yet she waltzes with grace
and just for that moment she is there in her place

Sunday Ladies

Sunday ladies - we must not forget
their false plumage of sobriety
as they stoop to genuflect
playing bastions of our society

hats worn with amazing elan
pious looks of delight on their faces
believing in God's greater plan
already sure of their places

make the very best cake on the stall
knit some socks for the halt and the lame
invite our dear vicar to call
"it's such a huge honour he came"

make some visits to those who are ill
but not if its something too catching
taking note of the dust on the sill
and whether the curtains are matching

start discussing a marital state
report on some kid's bad behaviour
say they'll wind up in clink at this rate  
all in the name of the Saviour

with such rituals week after week
it might be hard to equate what we knew
of their cold two-faced ways, so to speak, 
with their posture while sat in a pew

acting religious on only one day
highlights just where the shade is
a good life is lived every day of the week
that's the lesson to learn, Sunday Ladies

26 Dec 2016


As I stand here on the outside looking in
How sad it is to know I'll always stay
A stranger still to those who are within
No soulmate to be found, no friend, no twin
No memories to share, no words to say
As I stand here on the outside looking in
Yearning for a friendship to begin
No-one interested in things I have to say
A stranger still to those who are within
They have a secret game that I can't win
Must let the cards fall where they may
As I stand here on the outside looking in
No friendly glance, no smiling eyes, no grin
Now is the time to stop and turn away
A stranger still to those who are within
Longing for a friendship to begin
But thinking there is malice here at play
As I stand here on the outside looking in
A stranger still to those who are within

22 Dec 2016

late night shopper

supermarket window shows a ghost
of the someone she'd once been
not dumpy and dull with swollen legs
but a girl with sights unseen

such a pretty girl and a bright girl
with a sparkle in her eyes
life with meaning to be seen in
how she's reaching for the prize

eyes growing teary, she's so weary
as she leans against the glass
and slides down to the pavement
as the late night shoppers pass

16 Dec 2016

A place called Misery

misery's a lonely place
I want to move away
destination anywhere 
but here

there is no route to freedom
that doesn't cause more pain
to me and to the ones
I hold so dear

past failures are a handicap
in making up my mind
only love should make me stay
not fear

catch an early train to heaven
by taking a few pills
the exit of a coward
- but so near

destination could be anywhere
please don't make me stay
in misery, that lonely place,
right here

In Passing

Whatever became of whats-her-name?
The one who hung around last fall?
Or was it spring, I can't recall?

Seemed quite sad and melancholic.
We thought she might be alcoholic.
Remember her?

She was with us at your brothers 'do'
And we talked of how our nails grew?
Well, WE talked, she listened. 
Or seemed to.

Later she cried, her mascara ran.
Describe her? I don't think I can
No, never saw her with a man

Yes! That's it, you've got her now
The one who said you were a cow
to laugh at her that time. 

Hey, WOW!

Gassed herself? And her cat?
Could never do a thing like that.
So, who's now living in her flat?

10 word poems (1)

short and sweet
when you catch yourself
navel gazing
better do
some erasing

just the 3
why say more? 
when three will do
I love you

poor listener?
when other people's
she shouts
what about ME?

crazy cat
love my cat
he's black
but MAD
and that's that

poets path

you've gotta kiss a lot of toads
before you find your prince
you're gonna write a load of dross
read lines that make you wince
but there'll come a time 
(one hopes)
some day beyond the clatter
and croaking of false frogs and toads
you'll find some words that matter

15 Dec 2016

Over and Out

what words mean to me
do not mean the same to you
that is the sad truth

what I think I've said
is not what you think you hear
rarely we agree

tiring of this game
our conversations dying
we stop listening 

13 Dec 2016

permanent injury

since we parted ways
how can I pass the days
no-one can explain
how to stand the pain

each day, each night,
each minute
don't want even to begin it

dreamless would be better
since I received your letter
but I dream of you instead
no rest for me in bed

each day, each night,
each second
since another woman beckoned

hours filled with pain
driving me insane
just limping through the days
since we parted ways

12 Dec 2016


though sticks and stones may break your bones

hateful words can be more of a curse
they fly through the air like arrow heads
and may injure you even worse
no armour exists that will stop the hurt
as they splinter into your heart
no salve has been made to ease the pain
as their meaning rips you apart
with hindsight you'll suffer again and again
reliving them in your mind
and though memories fade the injuries laid  
are not of the healing kind
so it's silly to charm and say words cannot harm
they can scar you even worse
than those sticks and stones which may break your bones

but won't stay in your mind like a curse

hello poetry

I love it here
this is the place
to try my hand
and show my face
but I'm afraid

so many here
have much to say
write lovely words
I read and pray
that I may too

and know my words
might touch a heart
or prompt a laugh
or tear apart
some thought that's blind

finding friends like this
a special way
to meet and greet
so come what may
must learn my part

make bid to stay

11 Dec 2016

Streets of San Francisco

Yes it is fun to ride on
all those little cable cars 
see Alcatraz and Golden Gate,
those cafes, shops and bars

but stepping off the tourist trail
things seen are not so pretty -
left trying to forget them all 
those mean streets of that city

the dust, the dirt, the poverty
those insults thrown, words shouted
lost souls seeming worlds apart
whose sanity one doubted 

post traumatic stress victims
drunks sleep it off on trams
drug deals go down in doorways
bag ladies with their prams

even Union Square has problems
homeless people numbering scores
despite the rich and famous
spending huge in high end stores

staying close to well lit areas
we sought advice on places
mapped as 'sights not to be missed'
so avoiding hostile faces

all cities have their dark side
but it's in knowing what you've got
I believed you Tony Bennett
and romantic it is not!

7 Dec 2016

Brief Encounter

say you love me
make me smile
stay beside me
for a while

sing me love songs
read me tales
tell me loving
never fails

fill me up and
drink me dry
stop me thinking
love will die

when it's over
and you know
please don't just pretend 
to love ... JUST GO!