Worn are the faces of aged stone graves Sun, wind, and rain have beaten all to dust. Words lost to time in twilight’s damask waves
Our love died at the setting of the sun, As the day darkened along with the heart. Like unwinding string our embrace is undone
Fate deals the hand and we must play, the cards so painful we must still lay. Life out of sorts, lost and dazed
red, white, rosebuds grow satin petals open out blossoms flower bright
My ideal as I rise early with the birds to most I suppose that is quite absurd. Coffee brewing, the aroma fills the room
Images colliding, twisting, turning. Mentality
Knock me down, I will get up again. Destroy me with words, I am still here. Deny me, blank my existence, if you can
I watch as she warms the pot at quarter to three, a tray for two laid perfect in the conservatory. Ready for that oh, so English speciality,
Ms Lilly, my dear, give me your hand, let me take you to a sensual promised land. Soft tendrils of evocative silk stroking your face
Jumbled together a mass of nothing Confused ramblings...
Is it pleasure, regret, anger or madness? No! It is all about power, absolute power, corruption complete. A guy like me with nothing, and no hope of anything in life....
Form: Sapphic Ode Sonnet Now what am I to write today? I have to get my coursework in, my lovely girls can splash and play
Form: Free Verse Mistakes, the syllabus from which we learn.
Form: English Sonnet Dedicated to the Greenian Poet, Jeff Green of the Cricket I have a guide in poetry, I do! A poet guide who sees me right and true. No spirit he, so real. A friend in word,
Form: English Sonnet The stars glisten between billowing clouds, Flirting with the mists of my silent dream. Floating in the illusion of mystic shrouds
Form: Quatrains Another night alone in our bedroom, memories of you lying ev’rywhere Eyes red with tears, my senses in the gloom
Form: Couplets Months of work coming to a final test, three-hour papers in hot rooms, it’s no jest. Classics, linguistics, fine art, all for me,
Form: Free Verse No warning, just attack my senses. Anger and rage
Form: Quatrains Love, a state of contradiction and such, a world of deep joy, yet agony too. Is it enough or could it be too much?
Form: Quatrains My lads are both Portsmouth boys, and today they are full of football joys. Portsmouth have won the cup to their loudest cheers
Form: English Sonnet The reflections of early summer sun, Glistens again on my windows this year, They blend invisibly ready for fun
Form: English Sonnet The hell's angels on electric scooters Race along the promenade to the pier. Make sure you move at the sound of hooters
Form: Curtal Sonnet The three black cats that live by my Nan Gang up at dusk and strut about looking tough