Her clothes have left her.
They have crossed the floor,
riding a camel train of shadows.
Tights have twisted to fleshy mounds.
A bra gawps twice, spine bent.
Shoes topple over drunken heels.
A little black dress climbs a chair.
A vision of him closing the door -
harsh parting words.
She roams the apartment,
picks up her strays, gathering together,
whatever yesterday wore,
tidying him forever
out of her life.
Categories:
gawps, poetry,
Form: Free verse
This evening sneers, lurks and is snooty,
and dares to look through my window,
peers like something with substance,
gawps into that mirror on the wall.
Yes, evening, you ogle.
Your black glance is on my glass of wine.
showing your low lordliness,
condescending in your awesome manner of night,
sitting there with your supercilious sight, scoffing, gazing.
Who are you?
When will you cease to be night,
become the radiance that will be tomorrow?
Yet you'll sit throughout that day
awaiting its darkening moments.
Oh, yes, light will soon be you, night,
and scoff at me with your dark, dark face.
(May 2022)
Categories:
gawps, anxiety, depression, fate, night,
Form: Free verse
I told that guy in the trilby hat
that when we create something in our mind
and push it out into the universe willing it to manifest,
it will, in some way, manifest,
though maybe not in the way we expected.
It may appear in the small print of creation
perhaps as a footnote or an addendum.
Trilby hat man gawps at me
as if I'd gone raving mad.
I blithely continue:
“if a cowbird comes to nest in your garden
then goats or cattle will visit your cabbage patch.
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the possibility hovers.”
I notice his trilby is trembling now,
he’s backing away from me
spluttering in outraged disbelief.
As I watch him depart, I have a vision:
The trilby catching fire while on his head;
naturally this will not do.
I imagine a rain cloud drenching him
then LO
It rained.
Categories:
gawps, poetry,
Form: Free verse
a runaway truck
barrels through an intersection
nobody is there to be astonished
apprehension hovers over uncertainty
a cat hugs a dead bird to its breast
the image curls inward
like a snail shell -
closed eyes are still looking
the image still curling
a condor perches on a mailbox.
this cannot be
not here
but elsewhere it happens
everyday
she takes a selfie
behind her
people fall out of a plane
her grin gawps
grows wider
cameras whirl
optics need say nothing -
when the mouths open
onlookers are captured
in echoing caves
Categories:
gawps, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Her clothes have left her.
They have crossed the floor,
riding a camel train of shadows.
Tights have twisted to fleshy mounds.
A bra gawps twice, spine bent.
Shoes topple over drunken heels.
A black dress climbs a black chair.
A vision of him closing the door
behind parting words.
She roams the apartment,
picks up strays
gathering together
whatever yesterday wore,
not wanting those things
to follow her into dawn.
Categories:
gawps, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Just how does this lunatic tick
He gawps looking stupid and thick
then does acts to demean -
Put his mitts on our Queen
Ron Dump is an ignorant ????? !
He bypasses royal protocol
Treats our Queen like an old Barbie Doll
He walks in front of her
Like a fat mangy cur -
Show decorum, you nasty old troll!
* insert suitable ending
Ron Dump was seen to put his arm behind the Queen's back at a royal dinner
It’s not the first time he’s broken royal protocol this time by by touching the Queen and on his previous visit he walked in front of her and also on separate occasion he kept her waiting for over ten minutes ... it just isn’t done!
6/4/19
Categories:
gawps, america, england, integrity, political,
Form: Limerick
I’m ogling fit blokes dressed in leather
They’ll wear it whatever the weather
Phwoarrh these blokes are so butch
I can look but can’t touch -
My hubby keeps me on a tether!
Some biker chicks wear low cut tops
My hubbie’s jaw instantly flops
He stands there and gawps
His eyes on two stalks
I’m glaring, therefore his ardour drops
We have around. 40,000 bikers descend on our little island over the next two weeks for the TT races. Fun fiction poem
5/27/18
Categories:
gawps, clothes, girl, lust, men,
Form: Limerick