Empty Guinness bottles
reminders of what
I am trying to forget.
Litter my family room table
like cockroaches
that are not afraid of the light.
Passionate Affair
my head throbbed like
a jackhammer in full bore
my eyes felt like pieces of
eighty grit sandpaper
it was another Tequila Sunrise
which was no surprise
when we first met, I was her
bad boy, Desperado type,
she was my Witchy Woman
I was the New Kid in Town,
she was an old hand In the City
we both liked to live
Life in the Fast Lane
we first met at the sleazy, time worn
Hotel California
our love affair set my life
on fire and left me feeling
on top of the world
it all came crashing down
when she said what do we
do After the Thrill is Gone
I knew she was angling for
a way to end it
she finished her drink
cooly stood up and walked out
no word of goodbye nor tear
in her eye
she left a gaping supermassive black
Hole in the World
I was sucked in to the hole
with no chance to escape
tequila was my only relief
I live in hope that
One of These Nights
I will find another just like her
madness stoned her heart
once intoxicated love
a mere souvenir
They say it’ll pass
it’ll get better the longer it lasts
They say what’s done is done
but i don’t feel like i’ve won
You took my heart
tore it, broke it, till it fell apart
Now you play the victim
the hole you created, i sit in
I don’t want to become
the monster i’ve come from
Obsessed with yourself, with fame, with money
then you sit and describe her like sweet honey
You say it was harmless
a friendship, nothing more, but now I’m the farthest
You lied with a smile, called in love with a grin
while I drowned in silence, you let her in
In my silence, I find space to breathe
while all you do is leave, leave, leave
She pulls the strings
and I watch horror as the show begins
She has you at her beck and call
and you forget me as I suffer in school
You left me stranded, no reason, no clue
while she became your favourite view
You watched me break, still walked away
now I drown slowly, in the pain that you gave me
Some day you will pay
Do you write
pretty words
with a message
unchanged
Does intent
leave you vacant
the darkness
sustained
Do you ponder
and flirt
in a language
affair
Do you kiss
and then tell
without promise
or care
Do you vow
to do better
with love
on reprieve
Does your heart
leave you jilted
next breath
— to deceive
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
A frigid spell of arctic air
adorns the tranquil western scene;
a stunning glimpse of fall’s affair
with spring’s vivacious flower queen.
When autumn’s cooling wind combines
with April's warming playful breeze,
a whirling tempest paints designs
on grounds of winter’s icy freeze.
On sculptured hills of milky snows
October's tepid finger strolls,
and May's seductive blossom grows
when rising mercury controls.
Two heated seasons blend in time,
creating havoc in the sky.
Through swelling clouds of grey they climb
releasing moisture as they fly.
A blizzard raves across the path
of spring and autumn’s torrid flight,
and winter smiles in aftermath;
they outperformed this glacial night.
If, as the saying goes,
'There's no smoke without fire,'
is it smarter to ignite a spark
(illumination causation)
than bedamn the dark,
and thereby induce a funeral pyre,
or, better yet, a safer bet,
to avoid gossip and accusations,
find the substantiated fact(s)
(true datum)
before you act
and land in sorry situations?
It's no joke, on soot you'll choke,
yet, on the greener side,
carry the torch for earth non-scorched
but best your light you hide,
(it may be life-transforming)
beneath an unburnt bush,
so as not to incur global warming.
The blues affair
I met her where the light was weakening
an enduring twilight had settled on what
was re-lived in the memory of summer
moving out of the convention, tired leaves
in the soft breeze on its final breath.
We spoke of the past but not of the now
the present didn’t matter.
I saw her as a disappearing holograph
dying in the mist of life lived
past emotions could not awaken
she had gone to a place I could not follow
as her face was erased.
Felt it from the initial line,
the joy of the writing process.
Poetry wins when it’s a mess,
old words crumble into fine wine.
Four stanzas and a form align,
every word foraged plays a part.
This is the birth of written art.
Potent smell of ink’s oxygen.
A poet discovers her pen,
an affair ripening slowly.
Dark and dusty
Washed away now by the rain
I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody knows
We’re secret here
We’re safe all from the bad
Tranquil twisting burns the sad
You close your eyes
I look up to the sky
Cloudy in a clear now sort of way
What is it you used to say?
It made me laugh in secret
Made me smile in a subtle way
So no one knows
So they can’t say
my firm belief in your words
that i believed it to be true
you played your games
but hid your troops
“i love you”, is what you said
but it lacked the feeling of you
memories i woven on a tangle thread
but you burnt it down with me and you
ashes from your fire reached my crown
and our ill fated love reached oblivion
i tried, you tried and we both screamed at the sky
now that you’re gone, my cries cannot reach to your sky
my friends seek pleasure in my pain
my lover died before the age
my eyes cried in longing of you
searching closure but pain is here to stay
I MISS HOW THINGS WERE BEFORE
WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND YOU WERE A CORPSE
BEFORE YOU BECAME REAL IN MY HEART
WHEN I WAS TEN AND WE WERE APART
THEN SUDDENLY YOU APPEAR AT OF THIN AIR
AND SAID THINGS THAT MADE ME WISH I WAS DEAD
“IM SORRY THAT I LEFT” YOU LIPPED
AND I BELIEVED YOU LIKE A B
I MET YOUR DAUGHTERS AND YOUR WIFE
SINCE I WANTED TO BE A PART OF YOUR NEW LIFE
BUT THEN I REALIZED YOU DIDNT CARE
YOU JUST WANTED TO FIX YOUR BIG AFFAIR
A WEEK LATER YOU ABANDONED ME AGAIN
AND I FELT THE SAME EMOTIONS LIKE WHEN I WAS TEN
NOW I MUST REMEMBER HOW IT WAS BEFORE
WHEN YOU WROTE A LETTER AND RUN LIKE THERE WAS WAR
This tree
Her man
Where sowed thy seed today?
Loving yet hating
A Vail of wall
Shields of a deceiver
Transparent filtering glass
This blot
Her world
Why gleaned thy loins on a bay?
I so faithful and just
Clearer as the lilly
Breathing for you alone
living to die with you
This mirror
Her reflex
Why trusted you this ale?
A reflect of shameful deeds
He sows and all will bear
This fruit unhidden
The breed of sin
This plant
Her flower
Why brew away your time detail?
His leaves are dropping
All sweetness gone
Sickened by his semen
Thorns of his deceit
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No alarms, lying deep.
Catching the last morning's dream.
Water, caliente, opening the pores.
Hot Earl Grey, coffee that bends a spoon.
Citric hollandaise, spinach, asparagus.
A sunshine of egg drooling over toast.
A book, a bed, eyelids flickering.
The inconceivable call of lunch.
Sushi, nigiri, inari, izakaya.
Pickled ginger, palette cleanser.
Sticky, chewy, chocolate ice cream.
A slow walk.
Tiled arcades, bouncing sound.
Old clothes, new clothes, books.
Sunlight and shade sitting quietly.
Another meal beckons.
The oven glows expectant.
Giving caramelised memories.
A plate savoury and soft.
And wine, wine, more wine.
A slow recline in the comfy chair.
A book, a breath, a day.
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