Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Never Was


I want to tell you that I know you, that I met you long ago.


And that one day we went out walking, to a place we both well know.

I want to tell you that we saw that thing, what happened there that day.

And that we did what had to be done, despite our fears, and chased it all away.

I want to tell you this and so much more but I'm afraid it isn't true.

I've not been to that place, we didn't face that thing, and I will never see you.

And as the horror unchallenged engulfs us, the moment for intervention long gone.

I dream of you and our ungrasped chance and the memories left unspun.

I reach out for you in the swelling dark and imagine you clutch my hand.

And together, one way or another, we cling to us as we watch the fall of man.

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Happy Valentine's Day

It's a simple message but it's from the heart! ;-)

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It's also from here, if we're being literal

Saturday, 23 January 2010

A Handful Of Haiku

Godzilla battles
The only real winners are
The construction firms

I cry in this
Postapocalyptic ode
For fallen cities

Stepping on your foot
One of the many dog ways
I say I love you

Sequels are to films
What necrophilia is
To blameless corpses

Gary Numan, right
He's a singer and pilot
Ha! Imagine that

Goddamn bloody hell
Who put this freaking chair here
Avenge my bruised toe!

You might have noticed
I'm a bit shit at haiku
I'll stop now - sorry!

Sunday, 6 September 2009

Summertime

We're only friends in the summertime.
When the evening light is soft and a cold drink tastes as it never does any other time of the year.
Then the words flow and the memories are made and the nights last until the morning.
When the seasons turn and the cold creeps in, silence begins to outweigh speech.
In the dark months when the outside is too cold for you and the indoors too close to share.
We're only friends in the summertime.
And I miss you the rest of the year.
But not as much as you might think.

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Cynical Poetry Reading

Don't tell me what you once believed
And how ditching it has made you free
Because no one cares what you think now
And you'll ditch your new brain any how