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What's the Difference
Illustrated prose poem expressing the unequivocal love one person has for another.
What’s the Difference.
You ask
have I missed you.
Yes,
like the sand
and the sea.
What difference does
it make,
as long as you’ve
missed me.
I
will always be there,
ready to take command.
What’s the
difference if I
do.
We both know where
We stand.
As long as there is
no stranger to
beat us at our
game.
What’s the difference
who’s the leader.
It is only we
who can stake a
claim.
The two of us ahead
of friends or others.
What’s the difference
who wins.
We will still remain
as lovers.
You ask
have I missed you.
Yes,
like the sand
and the sea.
What difference does
it make,
as long as you’ve
missed me.
I
will always be there,
ready to take command.
What’s the
difference if I
do.
We both know where
We stand.
As long as there is
no stranger to
beat us at our
game.
What’s the difference
who’s the leader.
It is only we
who can stake a
claim.
The two of us ahead
of friends or others.
What’s the difference
who wins.
We will still remain
as lovers.
Winter
Illustrated prose expressing the solitude and loneliness felt by some during the dark days of winter.
Winter
With darkened days
Winter
springs its
solitude
upon us.
Forcing us to
reflect
upon our own
existence,
instead of
listening in on
other people’s
lives.
With darkened days
Winter
springs its
solitude
upon us.
Forcing us to
reflect
upon our own
existence,
instead of
listening in on
other people’s
lives.
Liar
Illustrated prose expressing the memory of a past friend who betrayed your trust.
Liar.
It’s something in which
YOU
don’t believe.
It’s something in which
YOU
can’t conceive.
It’s something in which
YOU
readilydeceive.
What is
Trust.
It’s not something
In which
YOU deal
It’s not something
of which
YOU feel
It’s not something
whichYOU
can heal.
It’s something in which
YOU
don’t believe.
It’s something in which
YOU
can’t conceive.
It’s something in which
YOU
readilydeceive.
What is
Trust.
It’s not something
In which
YOU deal
It’s not something
of which
YOU feel
It’s not something
whichYOU
can heal.
Summer Love
Illustrated prose expressing the memory of a past love which blossomed in the summer of your life.
Summer Love.
In the
moonless darkness
of ourselves,
memories whisper
along streets of
desire,
where past lovers
journeyed
during days of
harmony,
in the heat of
summer.
In the
moonless darkness
of ourselves,
memories whisper
along streets of
desire,
where past lovers
journeyed
during days of
harmony,
in the heat of
summer.
War
Illustrated prose expressing the attitudes of the warring parties towards a peaceful solution to the war.
War
Truce – Broken
Denials – Spoken
Supported – Factions
Continued – Actions
Goodwill – Token
Truce – Broken
Denials – Spoken
Supported – Factions
Continued – Actions
Goodwill – Token
Presence
Illustrated prose expressing my mixed feelings the inner thoughts of someone in hospital close to death.
Presence
Here I lie
In my hospital
bed.
I feel their presence
They touch my
head.
Tubes enter my
body,
Nutrients keep me
fed.
They’re talking
together
I hear what’s
said
Please wait a while
longer,
I’m not yet
dead.
Here I lie
In my hospital
bed.
I feel their presence
They touch my
head.
Tubes enter my
body,
Nutrients keep me
fed.
They’re talking
together
I hear what’s
said
Please wait a while
longer,
I’m not yet
dead.
On my Retirement
Illustrated prose expressing my mixed feelings while remembering the places and people of my working life.
On My Retirement.
I’ll miss the orange poppies
which dance in the breeze
on the roundabout
at the end of the street.
I’ll miss the Cherry blossom
falling from the trees.
I’ll miss the chocolate cake
that tastes like Heaven on my lips.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the inane gossip of passengers on the bus.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the ambitious staff who have no
thought for others.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the censorship of speech
which pervades the environment.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the tedious labour whose
performance was undertaken,
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the micro-management employed
by the paranoid control freaks.
NOW, that I’ve attained my freedom.
I’ll miss the orange poppies
which dance in the breeze
on the roundabout
at the end of the street.
I’ll miss the Cherry blossom
falling from the trees.
I’ll miss the chocolate cake
that tastes like Heaven on my lips.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the inane gossip of passengers on the bus.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the ambitious staff who have no
thought for others.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the censorship of speech
which pervades the environment.
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the tedious labour whose
performance was undertaken,
I’ll no longer have to tolerate
the micro-management employed
by the paranoid control freaks.
NOW, that I’ve attained my freedom.
If we
Illustrated prose poem concerned with how we treat ourselves and its effect on the treatment of others.
If we
If we If we If we
could could could
treat others trust others love others
as we as we as we
treat ourselves. trust ourselves. love ourselves.
There may be There may be There may be
Hope. Love. Peace.
If we If we If we
could could could
treat others trust others love others
as we as we as we
treat ourselves. trust ourselves. love ourselves.
There may be There may be There may be
Hope. Love. Peace.
Coming of Age
Illustrated prose poem expressing the mixed feelings of a young person who is approaching maturity but doesn't want to lose their childhood.
Coming of age.
When
coming of age
Youth
lies low,
as your maturity
begins
to crow.
Losing those years
to your
memory,
provides the path
for your
destiny.
Your
physical clock
says it time
to grow,
but your childhood
life
is crying,
NO!
When
coming of age
Youth
lies low,
as your maturity
begins
to crow.
Losing those years
to your
memory,
provides the path
for your
destiny.
Your
physical clock
says it time
to grow,
but your childhood
life
is crying,
NO!
Fallen
Illustrated prose poem concerned with ambition and ego.
Fallen
You’ve fallen down
with NOTHING gained
From searing heights
that YOU attained.
The little world
that you built up
Has been crushed like
a paper cup.
Your childhood dreams
have all been SHATTERED
Your rise to stardom was
all that MATTERED.
Those illusions so
easy to BELIEVE.
Ego-fuelled objectives
YOU hoped to achieve.
Now YOUR time has
come to be
YOUR decadent society
requires ME.
You’ve fallen down
with NOTHING gained
From searing heights
that YOU attained.
The little world
that you built up
Has been crushed like
a paper cup.
Your childhood dreams
have all been SHATTERED
Your rise to stardom was
all that MATTERED.
Those illusions so
easy to BELIEVE.
Ego-fuelled objectives
YOU hoped to achieve.
Now YOUR time has
come to be
YOUR decadent society
requires ME.
Memories
Illustrated prose poem concerned with remembering through the paucity of joint photographs family members who have passed away.
Memories
We
Were photographed
So rarely,
Together.
I Keep
those
Moments in
Time,
So dearly.
We
Were photographed
So rarely,
Together.
I Keep
those
Moments in
Time,
So dearly.
Death of a Hero
Death of a Hero
THEY,
have torn
down the
sta
tue.
NOW,
That material
is extinct.
Another cannot be built.
THEY,
have torn
down the
sta
tue.
NOW,
That material
is extinct.
Another cannot be built.
I should renounce you
I should renounce you
I should renounce you
I should denounce you
I should forget you
Or I will regret to.
I will renounce you
I will denounce you
I will forget you
And I will forget to.
I should have renounced you
I should have denounced you
I should forget you
But I will regret to.
I shall not renounce you
I shall not denounce you
I shall not forget you
Because I truly love you.
I should renounce you
I should denounce you
I should forget you
Or I will regret to.
I will renounce you
I will denounce you
I will forget you
And I will forget to.
I should have renounced you
I should have denounced you
I should forget you
But I will regret to.
I shall not renounce you
I shall not denounce you
I shall not forget you
Because I truly love you.
Deforestation
Deforestation
I
am an Oak
Not an
Ash
I
am a tree
Not a bush
I
am a plant
Not a human
And
I
Am pleading
For my
Life.
I
am an Oak
Not an
Ash
I
am a tree
Not a bush
I
am a plant
Not a human
And
I
Am pleading
For my
Life.
The Unknown Lover
The Unknown Lover.
The clock and
the mirror ARE
antiques.
The book, the pencil, the pen and
the erasers are on the
desk.
Has ANYONE
come?
NOBODY has
come.
Have YOU received any
letters?
Yes, there is
ONE.
What does IT
say?
What is
LOVE?
It’s a WONDERFUL
thing.
WHO
wrote it?
There is NO
signature,
only a line of
KISSES.
The clock and
the mirror ARE
antiques.
The book, the pencil, the pen and
the erasers are on the
desk.
Has ANYONE
come?
NOBODY has
come.
Have YOU received any
letters?
Yes, there is
ONE.
What does IT
say?
What is
LOVE?
It’s a WONDERFUL
thing.
WHO
wrote it?
There is NO
signature,
only a line of
KISSES.
Autumn comes
Autumn comes.
Serenity
murmurs through a
river of voices,
echoes
over the void
as
the splendour of the
seasons
dawns and
draws a
veil over
Summer.
The ghostly
Moon
reflect its
Light upon the
shore
as Autumn
begins to
flower,
sunlight kisses their
surface
while leaves blush
with colour.
Serenity
murmurs through a
river of voices,
echoes
over the void
as
the splendour of the
seasons
dawns and
draws a
veil over
Summer.
The ghostly
Moon
reflect its
Light upon the
shore
as Autumn
begins to
flower,
sunlight kisses their
surface
while leaves blush
with colour.
The Aftermath
The Aftermath
Mangled eyes amongst the destruction
bear the burden in a web of reflections
while the animal chorus poisons sleep
and shattered vermin work kneeling
along the skeleton universe.
Death's vanity
slowly fires the guilty breath
as the tentacles of a prayer
secretly escape the viper's mouth,
while children like ravaged daisies
mirror the splintered bombs.
Mangled eyes amongst the destruction
bear the burden in a web of reflections
while the animal chorus poisons sleep
and shattered vermin work kneeling
along the skeleton universe.
Death's vanity
slowly fires the guilty breath
as the tentacles of a prayer
secretly escape the viper's mouth,
while children like ravaged daisies
mirror the splintered bombs.
The Clown
The Clown
Laughter and
Sadness around.
The same beaming
smile
spreads its wings
and in
rays of sunshine
flies through the ring
of darkness.
Smelting
sullen faces.
Melting
and moulding
gloom
into clear Joy.
Uniting
in the humour
of the clown.
Laughter and
Sadness around.
The same beaming
smile
spreads its wings
and in
rays of sunshine
flies through the ring
of darkness.
Smelting
sullen faces.
Melting
and moulding
gloom
into clear Joy.
Uniting
in the humour
of the clown.
Poisoned Love
Poisoned Love
My heart bluffed ecstasy
As an underworld of pain
Grasped the breath
And killed the fire.
Your scorpion attitude
Shattered the daffodilian night.
Leaving only Venus
With the enigma of feelings
To celebrate the torture
Of inherent faith.
Our poisoned love communicates
The harmonics of Jealousy.
My heart bluffed ecstasy
As an underworld of pain
Grasped the breath
And killed the fire.
Your scorpion attitude
Shattered the daffodilian night.
Leaving only Venus
With the enigma of feelings
To celebrate the torture
Of inherent faith.
Our poisoned love communicates
The harmonics of Jealousy.
Not everyone has beauty
Not everyone has beauty
Why do people think
they can wear sizes
Too small.
Why do they think
that this is stylish
at all.
Vanity knows
No bounds.
Arrogance does
the rounds.
Smoking their
fags.
Dressing like
Slags.
Voices so
load.
Tits standing
proud.
Mouths full of
Shit.
Thinking they’re
IT!
Why do people think
they can wear sizes
Too small.
Why do they think
that this is stylish
at all.
Vanity knows
No bounds.
Arrogance does
the rounds.
Smoking their
fags.
Dressing like
Slags.
Voices so
load.
Tits standing
proud.
Mouths full of
Shit.
Thinking they’re
IT!
Love is
Love is
Love is the God
To whom you pray
Hoping for someone
To lead you astray
Love is strong
When there’s a need
To aid a friend
You take the lead
Love is the light
In your darkest hour
When joy of life
Begins to sour
Love is death
To those alone
Turning the heart
From life to stone.
Love is the God
To whom you pray
Hoping for someone
To lead you astray
Love is strong
When there’s a need
To aid a friend
You take the lead
Love is the light
In your darkest hour
When joy of life
Begins to sour
Love is death
To those alone
Turning the heart
From life to stone.
It's not like Christmas
It’s not like Christmas.
It’s not like Christmas
The spirit’s not yuletide
The grass is still green
There’s no snow outside
It’s not like Christmas
There’s no joy in my heart
Santa’s not coming here
Because we are apart
It’s not like Christmas
No reason to celebrate
Life has left my soul
Is loneliness my fate.
It’s not like Christmas
The spirit’s not yuletide
The grass is still green
There’s no snow outside
It’s not like Christmas
There’s no joy in my heart
Santa’s not coming here
Because we are apart
It’s not like Christmas
No reason to celebrate
Life has left my soul
Is loneliness my fate.
Me and You
Me and You.
You’ve got to kiss me like
I’ve never being kissed before
I’ve got to kiss you like
you’ve never been kissed before
You’ve got to respect me as
I’ve never been respected before
I've got to respect you as
you’ve never been respected before
You’ve got to speak with me in a way
I’ve never been spoken to before
I’ve got to speak to you in a way
you’ve never been spoken to before
You’ve got to make me laugh as
I’ve never laughed before
I’ve got to make you a laugh as
you’ve never laughed before
You go to love me like
I’ve never been loved before
I’ve got to love you like
you’ve never been loved before
I want this for me and you
And nothing else will do.
You’ve got to kiss me like
I’ve never being kissed before
I’ve got to kiss you like
you’ve never been kissed before
You’ve got to respect me as
I’ve never been respected before
I've got to respect you as
you’ve never been respected before
You’ve got to speak with me in a way
I’ve never been spoken to before
I’ve got to speak to you in a way
you’ve never been spoken to before
You’ve got to make me laugh as
I’ve never laughed before
I’ve got to make you a laugh as
you’ve never laughed before
You go to love me like
I’ve never been loved before
I’ve got to love you like
you’ve never been loved before
I want this for me and you
And nothing else will do.
Loss
Loss.
In the bed
of the soul
the memories
breathe.
Past lovers
wander.
Seasons
speak.
Time
laments.
And we
MOURN.
In the bed
of the soul
the memories
breathe.
Past lovers
wander.
Seasons
speak.
Time
laments.
And we
MOURN.
There's Nothing
There’s nothing
There’s nothing
in this world
to make me love
YOU.
There’s nothing
YOU
can do to make
your wish
come true.
There’s nothing
YOU
can say to change
my train
of thought.
There’s nothing
YOU
can dream that
can fulfil
the wish
YOU
have sought.
There’s nothing
in this world
to make me love
YOU.
There’s nothing
YOU
can do to make
your wish
come true.
There’s nothing
YOU
can say to change
my train
of thought.
There’s nothing
YOU
can dream that
can fulfil
the wish
YOU
have sought.
Visiting Greece
Visiting Greece
I saw
Athena’s Acropolis
Poseidon’s temple
Apollo’s mountain
Delphi’s Oracle
Agamemnon’s tomb
Mycenae’s graves
Corinth’s columns
Then I closed the
Brochure.
I saw
Athena’s Acropolis
Poseidon’s temple
Apollo’s mountain
Delphi’s Oracle
Agamemnon’s tomb
Mycenae’s graves
Corinth’s columns
Then I closed the
Brochure.
A New Painting
A New Painting
I
didn’t come
HERE
to analyse your
PROBLEMS
or to make your
DECISIONS.
I
just came
to say
our love has
FADED
like an old
painting.
Leaving only
canvas and
brushes to
start anew.
I
didn’t come
HERE
to analyse your
PROBLEMS
or to make your
DECISIONS.
I
just came
to say
our love has
FADED
like an old
painting.
Leaving only
canvas and
brushes to
start anew.
Music
Music.
Your body
its cage.
Your feet
the way
it moves.
Your mouth
the way
it speaks.
Your brain
where it’s
dissected and
DIES.
I know your Game
I know your game.
I live alone
coz I like to
I talk to you
coz I want to
You talk to me
coz you need to
you reply to me
coz you have to
You want my love
coz you need it
You want my life
so you can control it
You want my history
So you can know it
And you want my heart
so you can break it
Moving On
Moving On
I
have left
YOUR
Paranoia behind.
Its mistrust
ATE
at my heart.
Its
LIES
clouded my view.
Its
SHADOW
now withers
and declines.
I
have left
YOUR
Paranoia behind.
Its mistrust
ATE
at my heart.
Its
LIES
clouded my view.
Its
SHADOW
now withers
and declines.
What becomes of
What becomes of.
What does
become of
the
broken hearted.
You
may well
ask.
Some
Become recluses
Turn to drink
Dabble with drugs
Burden’s lighten
Heart’s heal
Move on
Love again
Just die of a
Broken heart!
Hello Momma
Hello Momma.
Hello Momma
I know
You’re there.
Where there
is neither warmth
nor cold .
Where there
is neither young
nor old.
Where there
is no enmity
resting peacefully
in my memory.
My Favourite Poem
My Favourite Poem.
I guessed
You’d ask me
my favourite poem.
So
I’ll tell you that
it has no
home
In any book
You have
known
or any poet
whose fame has
grown.
I can only say
what I feel is
true.
my favourite poem
Is
YOU.
My Favourite Poem.
I guessed
You’d ask me
my favourite poem.
So
I’ll tell you that
it has no
home
In any book
You have
known
or any poet
whose fame has
grown.
I can only say
what I feel is
true.
my favourite poem
Is
YOU.
Strangers?
Strangers?
Such are my friends
who think it is
impolite
to say
No,
without giving a reason.
If they were
true friends
they would understand
that reasons are
unnecessary
within friendship
You
You.
Some people have
Blue eyes
red hair
Some people don't
smile
talk
work
some people are
ugly
mindless
cruel
perfect
but none of these are
You.
Wishes
Wishes.
One wishes
when one is
young
to be
older.
One wishes
when one is
older,
for the
past.
Someone
wishes for
change.
Someone
wishes for
love.
When one achieves
immortality,
one wishes
for
death.
The Winter Season
The Winter Season.
Blossoms waiting to ascend winter
Lie trapped
in the skeleton branches
Content
to recycle memories
In a daffodillian
spring,
As returning tinselled
windows
Scream in ecstasy
at Christmas,
While loneliness
eyes its prospects
In the camouflage
of the season.
Blossoms waiting to ascend winter
Lie trapped
in the skeleton branches
Content
to recycle memories
In a daffodillian
spring,
As returning tinselled
windows
Scream in ecstasy
at Christmas,
While loneliness
eyes its prospects
In the camouflage
of the season.
Loneliness
Loneliness.
Laying its seed
deep
within
your heart,
just
WAITING
for the right
EMOTION
To feed on.
Then
S p r e a d i n g
Its
DISEASE.
Draining your
COLOURED
world,
turning it
black and white.
You become
an island,
amongst
a sea of
people.
Laying its seed
deep
within
your heart,
just
WAITING
for the right
EMOTION
To feed on.
Then
S p r e a d i n g
Its
DISEASE.
Draining your
COLOURED
world,
turning it
black and white.
You become
an island,
amongst
a sea of
people.
Andean Flutes
Andean Flutes
transport you
S
O
A
R
I
N
G
Condor like
G l i d i n g
On
S
P
I
R
A
L
S
of air;
as
c
en
d
ing
into the
sun;
o
ver
Incan
temples.
transport you
S
O
A
R
I
N
G
Condor like
G l i d i n g
On
S
P
I
R
A
L
S
of air;
as
c
en
d
ing
into the
sun;
o
ver
Incan
temples.
Conscience
Conscience.
When I
hear them
bleat like
lambs,
denying their
guilt,
I believe in
punishment.
But,
when I
see photographs
with their
eyes
following me,
I
have my
doubts.
When I
hear them
bleat like
lambs,
denying their
guilt,
I believe in
punishment.
But,
when I
see photographs
with their
eyes
following me,
I
have my
doubts.
History
History
These
are the lives
that time
built,
and YOU
don't
appreciate them.
Things are not
ALWAYS
what they
appear.
We
must discern
THEM.
Sing for me
Sing for me
Sing for me
caress me with your words,
smother me with your music,
kill me with your song,
choose any name like
or any voice you want,
spread those vibrant tones
all over my senses
straight into my brain
so I can bathe
in the ocean
of your words.
Legacies
Legacies.
Now only llama tourists
visit
the golden shrines of
Atahuallpa.
Whose dazzling
serpent-throne
Vegetates
in silent
abandonment,
While
Illustrious
Ramasean temples
And esoteric
moon pyramids
Mirror the splendour
of their time;
as today’s morose
porcupine structures
rush skyward
reflecting the
present millennia.
Legacies.
Now only llama tourists
visit
the golden shrines of
Atahuallpa.
Whose dazzling
serpent-throne
Vegetates
in silent
abandonment,
While
Illustrious
Ramasean temples
And esoteric
moon pyramids
Mirror the splendour
of their time;
as today’s morose
porcupine structures
rush skyward
reflecting the
present millennia.
Flowers
Flowers.
As you tend the flowers
They blossom for you.
Attracted to their beauty,
You cut and display them.
If they bled like us,
Would you do they same?
Tennis Players
Tennis players.
Like ballet dancers
in
white suits
they troop to the courts
in summer
with finely tuned
catgut guitars
to parade
THEIR
Skills.
Like ballet dancers
in
white suits
they troop to the courts
in summer
with finely tuned
catgut guitars
to parade
THEIR
Skills.
His Love
His Love.
I
have watched
HIM
Take possession of
her.
Like cancer
He
Has eaten
Out
her heart,
and replaced it
with HIS
own
disease.
Knowledge
Knowledge.
I said
there were
TWO
Kinds of people,
Human and
Non-human.
When You
KNOW
The difference
THEN,
You can
Come back to
Me.
In another circle
In another Circle.
Yeah
Talk to your FRIENDS
Make them feel good
Confirm what THEY say
Tune into THEIR wavelength
Love what THEY love
Listen to their DRIVEL
Smile at a nod
Laugh in THEIR time
Voice THEIR opinion
Love what THEY love
Do as THEY tell you
Smile when it's needed
Smirk when it’s your turn
Lie when you’re told
Love what THEY love
Yeah
Talk to your FRIENDS
Make them feel good
Confirm what THEY say
Tune into THEIR wavelength
Love what THEY love
Listen to their DRIVEL
Smile at a nod
Laugh in THEIR time
Voice THEIR opinion
Love what THEY love
Do as THEY tell you
Smile when it's needed
Smirk when it’s your turn
Lie when you’re told
Love what THEY love
Sorry
Sorry.
She
WAS
warned.
I
warned her.
A candle
CANNOT
Melt
an iceberg.
Melancholy
Melancholy
Across the great divide
like a Pteranodon
swooping on an ancient world
loneliness spreads
its wings
and hovers
in the background
eternally.
Waiting to enclose
You
as the fragrance of
melancholy
wafts past.
Vitality
has gone
there’s no sun in
your sky
clouds of depression
drift by.
You close your
eyes
hoping that
dreams
will release
You.
Across the great divide
like a Pteranodon
swooping on an ancient world
loneliness spreads
its wings
and hovers
in the background
eternally.
Waiting to enclose
You
as the fragrance of
melancholy
wafts past.
Vitality
has gone
there’s no sun in
your sky
clouds of depression
drift by.
You close your
eyes
hoping that
dreams
will release
You.
I love you like a cigarette
I LOVE YOU LIKE A CIGARETTE
I love you like s cigarette,
I put you out at night,
when I wake up in the morning,
I set your world alight.
I sometimes forget you
through my working days.
But when I see a cigarette,
I remember to speak your praise.
You know how much I love you,
I want it to remain a secret.
Cigarettes are a health risk
I think I'll manage to keep it.
When I reach the end,
And the filter's left behind,
You’ll always be with me,
The cigarette of my mind.
I LOVE YOU LIKE A CIGARETTE
I love you like s cigarette,
I put you out at night,
when I wake up in the morning,
I set your world alight.
I sometimes forget you
through my working days.
But when I see a cigarette,
I remember to speak your praise.
You know how much I love you,
I want it to remain a secret.
Cigarettes are a health risk
I think I'll manage to keep it.
When I reach the end,
And the filter's left behind,
You’ll always be with me,
The cigarette of my mind.