Red Bikini Promise

Red bikini promise
On a solo swim
Checkered ocean laughing
Blue horizon win.

Bodies caught in motion
Kisses on the breeze
Love adrift and sinking
Tickets if you please.

Lapping at my fingers
Bubbles clothed in foam
Love a sunset promise
Far away from Home

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If you liked this poem, read Subtext

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Wretched

Oh muse I have bartered and broken you.
I raised you aloft, while I sank so low
I gathered you in and knelt at your throne,
I turned you away and made myself stone.
Had I heart enough to hear your pleas
I could not resist, and yet, I’ll not yield.
Caught in a web of memory silent
I dream of silk stained with bright violet.
Your colours mute, your sadness inviolate
No more to speak, your heart tightly wired.
Love me once more, love me for a liar…
Oh muse, I have bartered and broken you.

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If you liked Wretched, read Companion Piece

Run Dry

In a one way mirror

Your lust now obscuring

My pictures in pieces,

No longer enduring.

The coast is not clear

Its shapes cast in fog

Shadows of lovers

Illusions of love.

We wander together

And stare at the lack,

Drought in our hearts

Without a way back

 

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If you liked this try Moorland, Betrayed

Moorland (Betrayed)

The wind blows cold
It shatters my bones,
And slivers of rain
Punch straight through my soul.
Sunlight forgotten,
Our map led me wrong.
Promised a landscape
You’d not said which one.
I am lost up here,
Alone on the fell.
Ground so uncertain,
You knew me so well.

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If you liked this poem, read Pretending

Eraser

You speak as if you
Are the only fact,
As if your word is
The one worth hearing.
Your perspective so
Crooked and swollen
It eats us all, our
Poor truths forgotten.
I don’t know how to
Form an opinion
Righteous enough to
Defeat your madness.
But apathy flaming,
So angry I’m scalding.
I have my history
And I have my legends
My stories run swiftly,
I’ll stand and replace you.
You forget
I am human too.
You forget
that I am not you.

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If you liked Eraser, read Hope – An old Campaigner

Pretending

Coincidence is no disguise
Its gauzy mesh does nothing
But hides the subtleties of crafted lies.
A lace pretence which falls in swathes
Noted by all alike.
The knowing glance, the “See that?” dig,
The “Fuck me!” smile, the “Just us” wink
Lead you down a well-lit path
The shadows thin, but still they dance.
We can see you flirting
We can all see you flirting.

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If you liked this, try Losing it…

Not putting up with this shit!

A paper storm to sink your myths
These false doctrines which prophets sip
They tell me how they see me wrong
My rage will strip and shame this song
The tracks of tears that burned my heart
The sting of salt, of bitter smart
They shut me down and turn the screw
I’ll bite my lip and bleed for you
We’ll muscle in and steal the truth
We’ll write our song and burn the roof
A paper storm to shred their myths
What use is life without the risks

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If you liked this, try Hope – An Old Campaigner

Dryad

I’ve loved so far beyond my means
Last spring I gave her all my leaves
And I have grown so thin and worn
In bark I clothed her supple form
She begged for more.

In pirouettes her water flowed
Her summer hymn down rivers rode
And I forgot how fair folk morn
A splash of laughter from me tore
I begged for more.

I courted her with gifts of gold
The autumn sun shone bright, but cold
An apple jug, a doll of corn
A honeyed drink, an empty store
She begged for more.

Her beauty scored a frozen vein
My bare limbs bore the winter pain
I shiver now for love forlorn
I held her close to keep her warm
I begged for more.

She laid ways to keep me reaching
She laid waste to all my dreaming
So far I’ve loved beyond my means
The price was hope, and yet it seems
She begs for more.

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If you liked Dryad, read Companion Piece