Best Constricts Poems

ALONE AT THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM

rose early in the morning,
indulged in a lovely quiche lorraine,
ventured out

                        alone.

silence has a sound of its own.

yes,...

Continue reading...

Walls Make Bad Neighbours

‘All in all we are just bricks in the wall’ deconstructed by Pink Floyd
                            ...

Continue reading...

I’d tell you my story, but where I’m from
it’s just a statistic
Life and death- same difference- it’s just ballistics.

So much suffering – I no longer pray for salvation
But say
‘Unharden our hearts, soften the indifference, please
let us not become animalistic’

I can’t drown – there’s no water
I...

Continue reading...

It was to meet; my eyes with his.
Why, he’s no stranger; do I know him?
Why is he staring? Something’s wrong with me?
Our eyes lock and my heart somersaults.
Now my loin constricts and my heart’s racing.
At the exit, I’ve no business to turn back.
But something’s burning...

Continue reading...

Hi, my everyday crush, I’m your everlasting admirer, Jeremy
I eat everything, no known culture is my enemy
I know, you are the confident and elegant Veronica
I’ve done my research to bring you a lovely Japonica
I’ve been pested by doubts of your love, please be the germicide
Your...

Continue reading...

I'm going to the hospital again.
I'll see some new and old friends.
The doctor must like me for he likes to see me,
At least once a year to attend,

To matters concerning my throat.
Seems it slowly constricts and I choke.
Food sticks in my throat, I strangle and...

Continue reading...

Why must I hear
the tempting gurgle
Of the life giving stream 
A sound wet with promise
Of refreshment

Why must I see
The alluring rush of movement
Liquid heaven
An enticing flow
Beckoning me to immersion

Why must I but lie here
Dying for want of water?
The sandpaper of my lips
Not even welcoming
A tongue...

Continue reading...

The desperate man stands alone in the room.
He gazes around at the dust and the gloom.
The chair, it is old, and it creaks when he lifts.
The noose he has tied, it constricts as he shifts.
He rocks back and forth, and he moves to and fro,
He...

Continue reading...

The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts 
 
I yawn & it reminds me…  I...

Continue reading...

her tail twitches

her throat constricts with strange sounds

just beyond the glass

the wild birds in flight taunt her
 
the caged bird looks on amused





*Honey, the cat, sits at the window making strange, threatening
noises at the birds outside. ignoring the love bird in a cage less than...

Continue reading...

That is my wish for you
that you be young forever
No matter what age you attain
you keep a burning
to stay young
in your heart and soul.

This would bring happiness
to see you in life's glow
always maintaining a good attitude
of youthful effervescence
to get you through
turbulent, stressful times

It's this yearning
that...

Continue reading...

Life so blue what have I done to you? 
Your daunting frame constricts my days,
And I feel the air in my lungs dissipate, 
Cuts so deep I bleed and I weep,
For more than one crushed soul beneath your heel,

Sitting here in my tiny box full...

Continue reading...

Grief that constricts my heart,
Cages its screaming walls,
Grinding its bars roughly into its flesh…
Where they meet, blood oozes, 
Life does what it chooses,
Heart shies away from the pain of its mesh.


[unsure as to whether to continue]...

Continue reading...

Broken Column
wrapped in female form
split down the centre
more than femininity exposed

Breasts capture the eye
Her softness
Confusing
Arousing 

head held high 
Her long black hair flows
cascades across decades
immortalized

Tears streaming down a saddened face
Doves crying to be understood
cheerful colors confuse the minds eye

What thoughts lie beneath that unibrow
Beauty within...

Continue reading...

Anything but spring
I've no time for frivolity
and the increase in daylength
constricts my nocturnal emissions.
The snow is almost gone,
white replaced by mud,
and the red bird's cheery call
curdles the cream
in my morning coffee. 
Yet as catkins emerge 
from budding willows
and the wind softens
inevitably
comes the time
to break from...

Continue reading...