Simdi... SFASimdi... SFA7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Şimdi Sevişme Vakti
Çıplak heykeller yapmalıyım,
Nefis rüyalarınız için
Ey önünden geçen ak sakallı kasketli,
Yırtık mintanından adaleleri gözüken
Resimlerden duyurmalıyım. Resimlerden...
Şu oğlan çocuğuna bak
Kokmuş manifaturacının ayağına
On kuruş verecek
Seni satmam çocuğum
Ne güzel kasların var
Ne güzel bileklerin
Hele ne ellerin var, ne ellerin.
Yok... meydanlarda bağırmalıyım.
Güllerin buram buram tüttüğü
Meant by CementI am cementMeant by Cement6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The grey stuff that bulks out life
You passed me in the street
once or twice; I have never
saved no-one with the kiss of life
I'm speculatively dubious of planes
and heights; my clothes never fit right
you probably laughed at me
in the street once or twice.
Ignored my last cries of for help,
which were warnings to get out of there
before you were expected to offer
I have to ask people on dates
Nothing just takes place
It's all forced and rehearsed
and what is worse
I feel I am cursed
to live this grey life alone.
Because I cannot dance, cannot bang
that guitar like a tortured soul, cannot
begin to even try to engage you
in talking..Just so you know
I'm the misfit who would be accused of stalking.
I took a shallow dip in the gene pool
My parents never had wealth, worth
the only people that want my body
are medical research.
I'm a cynic,
I'm a critic
I put my heart in it
I'm never really a part of it
People will cheat on
A sad loveMy friend isA sad love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wise and loving; a vibrant creature
who accepts me for me
A minute past
They told me things will work out,
that it will be all fine in the end.
A second ago they
took all my love and longing
and offered it to the wind.
HeavenThe old lady sat down in the chairHeaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And with a kindly smile said
'You'll be rewarded in Heaven'
Which made me think of Death
White fluffy clouds, and subsequently, sheep.
Now, putting all Religion aside, I think
Death is a long time to wait
for a reward so gained easily
(I only gave up my seat)
And then I got to thinking of
What could lie behind Heavens gates,
My sins, and what about a refund
If they didn't let me in.
So I asked her for a receipt.
FebruumA bitter chill is carried on the wind:Februum6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it hasn't anything to do with cold,
but all the same, reminds me how thin-skinned
I am, in terms of being pigeonholed
by those who place more value on themselves
(and all the propaganda they've been told)
than on the truth. Were I the one who delves
into the reasons why, I might unearth
a viscid blend: of fragile sense of selves
exaggerating their own sense of worth,
amalgamated with hypocrisy
and left to stew on High. That such a dearth
of charity and common courtesy
could be directed at my unassum-
ing person, marks a huge discrepancy
between all those I wish I could, and whom
I actually can trust not to betray
my confidence; but do I dare presume
so much? Perhaps I'd better not portray
myself as quite so innocent in this
fiasco, this exquisite disarray:
if I've solicited the Judas kiss,
I'll forfeit all complaints about the pill
I have to swallow; self-analysis
might help me vanquish February's chill.
ImaginagerieThe chickens are locked in the closet;Imaginagerie5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the dinosaur's under the bed.
The toad has just jumped from the windowsill
and landed on top of my head.
The ferrets are out planting flowers;
the peacock's new plumage is torn.
The unicorn used my last dishtowel
to polish its glimmering horn.
The reindeer have raided the pantry;
the dolphin won't fit in the tub.
The lemmings ate all of my lemon drops,
then played hide-and-seek with the cub.
The donkey's been braying all morning;
the cheetah's been chasing her tail.
The pony just peed on the welcome mat,
while the kangaroo chewed all my mail.
Oh, for a real-world puppy,
perhaps a kitten or two...
My daydreams are running all wildly,
just like my invisible zoo!
When it happendWhen it happened,When it happend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It happened in an instant
Yet it stretched out across the years
Colouring all my memories of you.
Maybe I could do with some understanding,
Acceptance could bring forgiveness,
For what there is no need to forgive
And no need to approve.
Maybe the past does shadow us closely,
And the inequity of time
Has left me the fool, of reason,
When reason will not
Fill the cracks upon which
I readily stumble;
I could stand and face this
But standing will not do.
I thought it would be different
But I suppose I saw it coming
I thought I could move on
But the feeling remains
What I thought this would be,
Well, maybe it isn't.
Nothing was really said
No-one is to blame
Yet everything changed.
To my absent friendIn the time it takes for youTo my absent friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not to read this
we could both be dead.
Or you might like that, ever the
terminal romantic, ready for the drama
of things not moving.
I'll keep this short.
Simply that I hate the thought of
you not being there,
wherever you are, or who you
are being, or for whom
The days behind us
have become adjacent,
so although ahead we may be undone,
your life and mine, though imagination,
have become compressed
your image burned.
So, if one day you should find yourself
Falling down the rabbit hole or
Lost in some abyss, never to return
Know that in every second spent (and gone)
there is a Love
of everything you ever were.
Just a bit of oceanDay to dayJust a bit of ocean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The absent smile
and smells, or touch
and this lead in my stomach
Is it too much
to wish for something greater
Than the incalculable tomorrow,
graveyard of another day
pencilled in my diary
The fever that burns my life away
An inescapable mess
I look for an act of contrition
There will be no submission
In this slow death.
I will fight the enemy unseen
I will restore the flags of
my tattered dreams
I will gaze, unblinking, as to what is to come
I will make my peace with what
has been done
Though the thorns dig deep
and the well is dry
Some day I will see the sun.
And though my ocean is but shallow
One day it will rise.
Play TimeThe ghost found Sanchez in the garden. Whispy tendrils of ecto-stuff swirled around his waist and legs, rising up his torso like thick ropes of cigarette smoke.Play Time7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sanchez stopped raking leaves and stood silently, eyes closed. A moment later he nodded, as if acknowledging a message. The whisps withdrew immediately. He finished raking within minutes, picked up a small trowel, and carried the tools across the garden to a ramshackle plastic shed where he stored them carefully. He stripped off his gloves and threw them into shed-shadows. Stretched, back muscles crackling.
Time for ghosts.
Sanchez trudged back to the house, lights springing up in the twilight around him, fireflies emerging as if from thin air. He clumped up the front stairs, across the weathered porch, and pushed open the ancient oak door with a creak. In the kitchen he opened a beer, wiped his brow, and made his way to the small but cozy living area where his TV and recliner lived. In one massive draught he swallowed half the
A biblical affairTwo by twoA biblical affair6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The animals went in
One by one
They came out.
Goodbye resolutionThis is the last dayGoodbye resolution7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of fake cough and
fleeting calm and
Last time I'll think
while I lie in bed at night
eyes shut tight, shut down
and justify my life
last abscess on
the tumour waiting
to burst, last apology
This is the last
stage of goodbye
And, most often
A New Sub-SpeciesA short paper presented to the august body, The Royal SocietyA New Sub-Species7 years ago in Humor More Like This
A New Sub-Species
I am both pleased & sad to announce that a new sub-species of Homo sapiens has been discovered, and because of its distinct lack of awareness it has been named fucitallus. Sadly, the population growth of this animal is reaching plague proportions. It can now be found on most continents.
I have been researching this animal for many years now. In fact since the early '60s, when I first became aware of the possibility of a sub-species to the genus H. sapiens. Then, as a young teenager, I had many questions which my teachers & parents couldn't answer. All related to how we were looking after the land; why were the song birds vanishing, where were the buzzards & spars. And where were all the butterflies & other insects. I got my answer, from across the Atlantic, Rachel Carson's Silent Spring. It caused quite a stir, and in time (5yrs) the pesticides were banned, DDT being the mai
GardenI stare into the gardenGarden7 years ago in Open More Like This
She hides behinds the thorns
Would it matter if I loved her
If she's not aware at all?
Does it matter if I bleed,
I saw her in the garden
She slinks amongst the trees
Picking windfall apples
She offers one to me
Do I stay or leave?
Is the apple worth the trouble?
Is that a worm that I see?
All smiles and eyes,
breath,skin and lies,
scent of Eden,
in the garden.
Endless WaveAs the cherry falls from the tree to the water,Endless Wave7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let's be the ripples across its surface.
when all seems still ,
let's be the ones to break the reflecting calm.
let's make waves that bounce off the light,
and dance among the fish,
floating slowly with the time,
let's be the splash of color that illuminates the dawn.
should the cold come,
let us be the fire.
playfully lapping at the sky,
reaching for the stars.
should the world fall still,
we shall be the breeze.
tugging and playing at the trees,
begging them to move and dance like they used to.
and when fatality chases us,
let us be the new life.
a seed though we be,
soon we shall grow.
let us grow old together,
let's reach a point in the silence where the open fields take our breath away
let us never be out of sight,
lest the beating of our hearts fall uneven
as the cherry falls to the waters surface,
i slowly drift into your eyes,
and all i see is you...
If rain were like stardustif rain were like stardustIf rain were like stardust7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
would the flames that would fall bring me light
and would we miss the cool at all
if i missed the waking
would i remember the dream
or yet, would i understand the message...
pondering this i sit under the fading sky
its been a while since we talked
i have missed you,
you the same?
how we have forgotten
have countless eons really passed,
or is this wreckage of a soul belying its age
if even the tepid pools of starlight cry your name, what chance do i stand
dare i scream out against the falling stars
surely they need you more than I
you too sky? you would leave me?
either way, fire is surely better than this,
as rain shall fall, so shall the stars, and all shall end
HunterBehold the lonely hunterHunter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holed up in his lonely shack
No friends to tend or comfort
him, no lover to haul his ash
So he set about the woods in search
And in despair he set a trap
So a snare he wrought
And a love was caught
First it pried
Then it cried
Then it went slack.
Last NightLast night I thought I was dyingLast Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A strange feeling
I could not reconcile my present
Couldn't have cared less about my past
And the future, infinite, gleaming,
was a moment too that would pass.
I was stuck there,
in a time travel device,
the luxury model known as
and for two thirds the time again
I had traveled in comfort,
time would once again begin to creep.
Long river, slow river,
dragging me under,
Pulling towards time I'm yet to meet.
Breathed in dust and aged in fire
Water eroding ground under feet.
Breath, ticking your time away
Life, exhaled as smoke and heat
Age, the fabric torn, unraveling,
Death pulling threads under sleep.
Last night I believed I was dying
and woke this morning to find that I am.
Heart LightShe waits in heart-lightHeart Light6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
apples fall like deep jade starlight
through windows eyes she sees a flicker
Seconds lasting less then light
moments stolen, lost eyes
hearts bound by found lies
as she waits in the heart-light
Moments stolen, less then light
Dreams and thoughts collide in the far-sight
past-sight screams in mingled lamp-light
moments flicker in the heart-light
now she knows
now the fight
knives hit and souls cry
her rage, her heart; it cries
jade apples lie on the floor
why cant you ask to be sure
waiting in the heart-light
seconds lasting less then past-sight
why cant you ask to be sure
BlackBlack.Black6 years ago in Other More Like This
Like the dirt upon your face.
Like your skirt
Dragged numb through the rain.
Black as the marks that still linger in place.
Black as the dirt on your face.
There is black in your pockets,
Black rolls from your eyes,
You sink black, your blood is black
Black is laced to your body,
And Black pours from your mouth.
You drink black, you smoke black,
You're breathing it out.
Black as the clouds
In an irrelevant sky.
Black as the pupil
In the pool of your eye.
Black as the night woven tapestry scratched
Black, upon black,
SummerTime is frayed and the air is chillSummer7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world outside turns slow, and still.
Beneath the grey and dappled sky
it has been a while since summer died.
It has been a while since last I breathed
the same air, for now I grieve
I spend my days in solitude
and Summers' silence haunts my dream
So I wake to find the day
with head hung low, bound and cauled.
Flesh and sinew; prison walls
no matter where I lay
Sometimes I see her pass this way
but time allows no passage here.
She is fettered while I roam in tides
It has been some time since Summer died
Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
During warm-hued Autumn'sDuring warm-hued Autumn's4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
During warm-hued autumn's concluding days,
As the final leaves fall from their barren trees
And, obscuring the grass, complete decay's
Patchwork shroud for winter's bitter freeze.
A silent, drowsing world starts its sleep.
Naked trees expose a vast and void space
While their branches reach toward the sky to sweep
Grey winter's veil away from this dead place.
Long have I yearned for that same emptiness.
Merely to clear my mind, leave you behind
And I made the attempt, but to confess
Somehow you remained behind in my mind.
You became something I could not foresee:
You became a scar on my memory.
Who Cares About...?WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR MISTRESS' EYES?Who Cares About...?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(A Rebuttal to Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXX)
Why should it matter in the least if her
Lips are coral red or pale pink?
If suntanned breasts are worrying you, sir,
You need your head examined, one would think.
And you honestly believe her cheeks and hair
Detract because they differ from the norm?
I doubt you'd find another who would care;
For as they are, they are indeed well-formed.
As to her breath and voice, I will concede
That reeks and rasps as adjectives fit well;
But Listerine will satisfy her need,
And huskiness in speech, a flaw? Do tell!
You love her, faults and all, or so you've saidó
So you love her; now cart her off to bed!