wall fall
we weak wanted
legs to transport
when will was washed
away in winter ways
a writer stays
stilled in shocked
silences
sluice heat
empty seat
chills and drafts
an echo chamber
mumble screens
the broadcast thunder
thin shinning jets
up through the night
to stars foresight
stall all
words
stuck
stacked
dishes starve
obtuse alone
and empty
once loves
cup is broken
and
now
empty
...

BLUE MOON TODAY
It is 31 July today
a blue moon all say
lovely twill be tonight
Ah what a lovelingly sight
a lover’s delight
comes once every three years
so don't miss a chance
all my near and my dears.

I press the glass of wine to my lips
and skim the internet news
three earth-like planets discovered
excitement!
what if there is life out there?
I keep reading...
abused children
crooked cops
war
murders
I drink more wine
trying to separate myself
from this humanity

OF WORDS

What is the power of words
but to speak the truth
of life's moments
There is no truth in joy
where there is pain
there is no room for pain
where there is pleasure.
there is a beauty in all things
in beginnings and ends
in Spring and in Winter,
Let the soul tell its sadness
let the heart break when to break
is all that it can do

I park round at the tradesman’s entrance
yet there is no gilded trader here

in perception, I am the service worker
industrious, necessary, in and out the way,
ephemeral if you will

job done and gone, a small burnt on memory then,
no more
I left you to the assembled glory of one

who gave you some function in utility,
yet you won’t remember me:
this small sphere of influence, just moves on

All Neopoets
join me to say

shred or shed your negativity away
compose some beautiful poetry to day

we all will
and
must
as have to
will pass away
one day

so while living
why sad should we stay
lets be happy
and
like yesterday be gay ,
if not like that
your country promotes today

Have a
Happy tone
from today
our way!

that lust was dry and consuming
like the wicked wind that stirred the
tins at night on the street
the Lamps cold light in the haze
An orange moon flattened like
the corpuscle slides
the slickness needed
sealed into the bottle beneath
the metal cap
Wallpapers lonely flowers shone
in the damp light seeping
down the wall with gusts
the ghost of a curtain dancing
uncertain

wicked wants
like treats sugared
and bitter breath
come fall
like camphor
linaments
tar soap