the spider was a tricky one
he thought granny’s yarn looked like fun
stole some balls in the middle of the night
thought he would wind them nice and tight
He got caught up in his own petard
was an unhappy sight in the barnyard
you didn’t understand yarn at all right? Asked the cow
He did not then, but he sure does now.
Mordechai Fafoofnik was my (nick)name
Causing my mommy trouble was my game
I lied and I stole
Just playing the role
Of one whose name left him deeply ashamed
I thought it was the right thing to do
On reflection, it wasn't
As they played to us seven people
In a barn in North Wales
Candles and hay
Beards and denim
As they wrapped up and we met them
I saw it there
Polished and gleaming in the light
Crimson and jingling jangling
I picked it up and took it with me in the taxi
At our own band rehearsal
Our singer turned to me and said,
"Where's Jarcrew's tambourine?"
I regret what I did
It was a mistake of rock and roll judgment
Nowadays, my composure has become my superpower
That, and my handlebar moustache
Deep
inside
my pocket
Where
orphaned thoughts
call home
I find
a voice
abandoned
Disheartened
and
alone
I take it
in my
fingers
To warm
within
my hand
A treasured
find
when free reminds
Just who
and what
I am
“We trip
the light
fantastic”
Much better
than
before
Reclaiming
what
the darkness stole
And
hid away
— abjured
(Inspired By Milton’s L’Allegro: October, 2025)
“Come, and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastic toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;”
A flower unblossomed
A petal in my bosom
A decade older
But it feels like a century of wisdom
No one there to guide me
But the one in my reflection
And then came a storm of blessings
Is that God's everlasting light?
Standing behind closed doors
Oiling their hinges and joints, they're doing it right
Because I never felt so free before
I once thought someone stole the sun
It was dark and I couldn't see
Now I realize the sun was never gone
I was blind because the darkness was in me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
her stole, soft shadow draped
across thin shoulders—cold pearls gleam
against the dark, deep nap.
fragile paws clutch empty air,
stitched eyes forever watch the room
where laughter fades to dust.
mothballs cling to velvet night,
a scent of closets, lost perfume—
she wears December’s skin.
I stole all the stars and hid them in my heart,
Leaving the sun a chance to remember the day that will one day start,
When we loved, forgetting the night that demands its rightful place,
Maybe in a sincere haste, to love you again beneath the rain's embrace.
At dawn, our love ignites repeatedly and intense,
Letting your womb smolder with my immense offense,
Birthing the happiness of our flight without clear wings,
On the brink of a moment, a dream that forever clings.
In front of your nude icon, dizzy, I sigh and get drunk,
With you, without wine, in my eager mind that’s never sunk,
I come to you humbly, to worship, to fall at your feet,
Sipping memories to kill them, from dawn to dawn in a sweep,
Those old and forgotten ones, that no longer make you shiver,
Beautiful one, perfume of memories, inevitable scent of flowers that deliver.
The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaties
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
To my mama they stole,
I dont blame you for what was done
You sacrificed your life for my childhood
You fought for my right of innocence
You spoke so I could have freedom
It's not your fault
You were just born black
I'm not old enough to understand why
But i do understand your love
I feel it even in your absence
I know I'm the child and your the parent
But even black mothers deserve to be nurtured
Your hugs were always the best medicine
They always made this bleak world better
When we can next visit I'll give all the hugs so you can be happier
I promise to find a way
To make the men with cuffs pay
For taking my mommy away
Love your 'sweet baby child'
(As you always call me)
P.s I love you
There aren't enough hours in the day
to do all I need to do
and for me
to be there with you
not enough days in the week
to go where I want to be
or for you
to be here with me
and tho' someone said, 'Crime don't pay,'
in a moment you stole my heart away
you're guilty don't want to lose you
an accessory I can't refuse you
a crime of passion I have to accuse you
of loving me in the first degree
(and the feeling's mutual in reciprocity)
as time steals up and goes past so fast
stolen moments are all we have
making each and every precious one last
The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaty
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
Have you any pride
Why must you use AI
Poets submitting honestly
Are the ones deserving to compete
I look at the AI detector results
And shake my head at insult
If your goal was to get published
Don’t use AI it is detected rubbish!!!!
The darkened sky stole my tears last night,
Without a whisper, without a fight.
It opened wide with clouds of gray,
And swept my sorrow clean away.
Each drop it took, a silent plea,
That once had lived inside of me—
A longing born of wordless ache,
Of promises the dawn can’t make.
I stood beneath that stormy shroud,
No longer needing to cry aloud.
The thunder spoke what I could not,
And grief dissolved in every blot.
A sky so dark it matched my soul,
But rain began to make me whole.
For in its fall, I found release—
A fleeting taste of quiet peace.
Now when the heavens start to moan,
I know I do not weep alone.
The night may come with storm and fears—
But still, the sky remembers tears.
"The darkened sky stole my tears,"
replaced the heat of hurt with jewels,
specks of lunar-glazed silver dust,
to see me sip rose-wine reveries of midnight,
where procrastinated promises
and dusky dreams of the heart linger...
Perhaps, I knew not my need ~
to be saved by the burning shimmers
and silken shivers of your silhouette
drifting through indigo azure in silence,
like flickers of love long veiled in haze ~
a reflection of nocturnal thirst.
If only you could undress your lyrical lens
to speak the unspoken ache
inscribed within infatuated ink ~
hidden beneath cerulean hymns
then I would not carve kohl lines,
of sleepless sighs lost to time...
So unlock the garden of galactic secrets
breathing within the soul of stars
twinkling russet tales of twin-flames.
There I'll reside, where your voice ricochets,
as the devoted black diamond ~
forever engrossed in dews of desire...
The darkened sky stole my tears,
Each drop lost in twilight's hush—
No echoes left to calm my fears,
No breath to break the silence's crush.
I wandered roads of hollow stone,
Where shadows knew my name,
Each heartbeat felt a thundered moan,
A whisper wrapped in shame.
The stars refused to meet my gaze,
The moon turned from my cries,
Hope flickered low in ashen haze,
A ghost beneath the skies.
Yet even as the night grew deep,
And sorrow wrote its creed,
The world around me did not sleep—
It watched, it hurt, it bleed.
The darkened sky stole my tears,
But not the will to speak.
Even broken, the soul still hears
A voice, however weak.
So if you stand where I once stood,
Where pain the daylight veils—
Know silent hearts still beat for good,
And healing rides the gales.
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