Turn Of The Head

With a turn of the head a bereavement as emotions erupt into intense sorrow alone in an instant unlike this poem grief is not brief when nothing can console the tears © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Free Verse

To The Rat At Number 10

Sir, you do not represent me when your actions lead to another war not in my name are the bombs dropped on civilians not in my name the murder of another child not in my name do you understand me not in my name shall you cause pain and suffering not in my name the …

Leather

Recalling the nights of leather caressing leather I held you between my thighs as I straddle your curves controlling your throbbing power while my feet barely touched the ground as we moved together pulling you back and keeping it slow then letting you growl and speed through the darkness then pulling you back to slow …

NaPoMo 25: A Nod to the Greek Poets

Once more love’s kiss loosens my tongue jiggling my senses as they clatter in bittersweet torment undeniable yet irritating like an insect silently wandering over my skin or a soft summer breeze disturbing the stillness of a chestnut tree Your touch so good that it makes my chest rise and fall refreshed and cool but …

NaPoMo 16: Soaked

Things happen when you drink too much and at the wine soaked kiss I gave you my heart scrawled on a beer soaked napkin you loved me and I loved you until we woke up to the perfume of stale sweat and alcohol and dreams of love ended in a hangover’s haze © JG Farmer …

Sound Bite Politics

Government of austerity with a minor majority unheard voices shout “TORY SCUM OUT” feet pounding on a city streets a pulsing rhythm echoed line by line we’re in it together disabled men vilified for serving the state in the wars of political chaos words, meaningless and empty another broken promise in a manifesto of lies …

After Armageddon

Where footsteps once roamed beside stark reminders of civilization amongst the wild woodland the cold clarity of time passing flows through the autumn kissed trees only nature remains to recall the past reflected in dark polluted pools echoes rejected in the ripples of a raindrop yet nature remembers all the same in the golden glow …

Political Suidae

The hallowed grounds of education defiled by excesses of greed and privilege on the pathway to Westminster as doting parents pay for their offspring to be the great and the good doting parents who handed the child to nanny while they played at high society no shame in revelation it’s all part of the game …

Sighs of Longing

As night falls I feel the cold darkness embracing my heart the darkness once my sweet comfort now echoes the emptiness I feel without you The crisp coldness of linen covered pillows playing with my hair catch the sighs of longing the gentle breeze of your breathing on my chest The mask that fools the …