If I was a love poet my words would embrace every reader’s soul filling their minds with grace If I was a love poet my words would flutter making your heart stop and start like a stutter If I was a love poet my words would serenade in a pleasurable duet and a…

I sit amongst my memories lost within the echoes of my grief filled mist replaying our final days like a song without its melody, out of tune and erratic I wallow in time spent living in disbelief recalling how I watched the blankness take hold and sweep over your dwindling…

A ‘Stornello’ Poem ( #TeachMeTuesday ) The sun dips majestically out of sight with the coming of a cooling new fall night and poetic twinkling dancing firefly light Absence of summer’s glorious warming heat his heart drifts off into a new calming beat relaxing unfocused on a swinging seat This…

Obesities Devilish Pull *Trigger warning — obesity — I hate the way I look A reflection of disgust Mirrored back at me In a manboob bust I hide beneath baggy clothes Scared of what is seen A belly of grotesque mass Creating a wobbly scene I live with self loathing A mental destructiveness Caused by societies norms And my own unproductiveness…

Love’s Elation — Amongst the night-time stars twinkling between Venus and Mars falls the wonder of love wrapping itself around us like a glove hugging us warm and tight beneath our ancestor’s sight two hearts in synchronous rotation creating an elliptical causation of dreamlike memorabilia nothing like the madness of Ophelia Our minds…

Simple Blue Gate Ahead lies the unknown cradled in mystery the starting point without a history the gates are open to the walk of life or is it the entrance to one’s own afterlife the path meanders into the far-off distance there is a pull, but I feel no resistance just an overwhelming warmth for release is this what is known as an angelic peace laid…

We manoeuvre shyly amongst our peers glancing mildly between those clandestine seers people of a mind that do secretly see things going bump that the night sets free ghostly images playing tricks on the eyes sending shivers down the spine with screeching bloody cries stories of the past roaming here and there sending one back to someone else’s where can it be believed history retrieved generations weaved light or…

In Hope of Love — In hope of love hearts flutter like doves hovering skillfully tempered willfully eyeing the prey never to stray judging emotions outdated notions feeling the air differences to compare trying not to stare will it be forever or an affair questions asked truths masked reality unforeseen in a split second scene will we be a pair becoming what is rare a love for the ages or just a romance novel’s…

Disguised as Delusion —