tales from the murky splurge

Saturday, February 18, 2017

sleep has forgotten it's way when it held your dream in place sleep has abandoned the breaking of rules and laughed in the face of all that was valued balance believes no more the scales are so sloped and tipped towards tested and crossed out. sleep is no more now on hold and paused hopefully not Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 17, 2017

I saw a post on the internet showin a man thumping a woman on a bus. It appeared that he was her husband. It inspired me to write this. Lo que dices Y lo que sientes It matters. What you say And what you feel It matters. I am beauty and you deny me But I have love And you do not. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Ode to a woman who marches. Her hands oiled for sensual touch. A neck and shoulders massaged She marches on a cold day A mother knows Peace here Drinks coffee over chaos A sister stands to face opinions She feels her comrades futures grey Lifting banners scrawled words on placards in backroom... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

I needed some volunteers to help in the garden........ There's no explanation I cannot explain, i do not know why but I've done it again Of course you will laugh and shake your head. What on earth was she thinking when all is said. So I giggle inside, there is no emotion And wander back home To deal... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Sorrow cradles the spirit of motherhood Rocking in my arms the memories of innocence Molding personalities with hopes of strong futures years of proving love Years of endless worries. What did I not see in the glint of your eye to which I cannot connect I scream for you but cannot reach through the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

The candle burning bright wth flame through muslin drapes I see your grace your eyes look soft towards the floor i picture beauty on your face a thousand kisses held within a slave she serves and asks no care her world Is far and without sin but all my senses are aware. sweet woman fair and with... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

COMMENCE

Words first come to shape the hour Today will bring thoughts to scatter over. steaming cups before tepid showers which wash the night. dreams now distracted Happy thoughts to wake the day now light comes reality poses her style its not important words are clearing commence the moment towards more... Sign in to see full entry.

A poem a day is a ponderous way, to meet all the words that come out to play. Sign in to see full entry.

it has been a while

Well it has been a while but I am back on blogit with some exciting new work. I published my book.Notes from the Edge if you want to take a look on Amazon. I am a third through my next book now but poetry is drawing me in again and we are about to make some videos with my son who is a great actor... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Creative Crisis, If you woke up one morning to a world that did not value the arts, what sort of life without style would you be living in. Think about it, by just taking a moment to look around your room. Take away the TV, nobody makes films anymore. There are no actors for one thing, or musicians... Sign in to see full entry.

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