Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
Cleanliness they say it is closer to gods than rolling about in mud but it is not so fun covered in dirt from head to toe and trailing it in through the house Wash your hands before this, after that wash them and this stuff kills germs well the ones we know, the unknown, what … Continue reading Kills All Known Germs
The languorous skies weigh in On hazy summer days Unbroken heat waiting for The whispers of rain Sultry nights of too much love Demanding bodies Already molten with lust Find coolness to sleep The moistness of sweat seems dry In rising summer heat Until the first raindrops fall So joyfully wet Fragmented summer evaporates Into … Continue reading For The Love Of Rain
The Earth is dying, killed by human kind The unkind acts of living hell We want it all but take no time to find The art of living safe and well The Earth is dying, but who really cares Enough to seek a future quest Our selfish greed that holds no future shares Our kids … Continue reading NaPoMo 23: The Time Has Come
Today we grieve your leaving, friend As mourners walk on by No tears we cry as it’s not the end As our memories fly We lived without the reasons why The paths of life should send Us here, always seeking the sky As friends, we’ll never end © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Alternating Quatrains
Hold me within the rapture of your lies deceive my mind to win my heart and soul and whisper love to fool me into lust when taking my body to sate your need let me love in the colour of your eyes as in the ecstatic moment begins the forgetting. And give me promises of … Continue reading The Lies of Rapture
A tapping sound against the empty pane of glass; a writer’s friend has come to call The winter’s winds have left his food beyond his reach today. So, have my lunch my friend On darkened wings, I feel my lover’s kiss embrace my thoughts, my pen keeps writing on until no words remain. A hurried … Continue reading Corvine 2
There is a jackdaw knocking on the glass While in the tree his nest awaits the spring We share a sandwich in the winter’s chill No crumbs are left by sparrows swooping down And in that brief moment I see her face A writer’s thoughts now drifting into dreams A hurried kiss before I leave … Continue reading Corvine 1
An empty bar, a quiet drink With time to think about The empty space inside my dreamless head Of words Unspoken still As if they never were The empty space I lie beside in bed And in my thinking I watched her dance The silver pole between her thighs That rise and fall And still … Continue reading Rhythm and Groove
