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Mike Smith Poem
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How long the days of lovers cleft
The brittle feel of nights bereft
Where restless wind through cedar claws
The rasping void of canyon jaws.
The close up call of raptor hoot
Distant tolls to our melancholic mood
Cobalt darkness gulfs o’er world's unseen
And conjures voids where we'd lonely been.
Can this be fair we soft beseech
Our love away and out of reach
And more like us there surely is
A crowded rim ‘round bleak abyss.
We try for slumber the soothing balm
A haven sought, a merciful calm
A place of refuge where torments laid
To rest, if only, if only our thoughts allayed.
But sleep won't come our cherished goal
Instead accelerates this mindless roll
Whirligigged mind but of pleasure void
We ride again this tormenting toy.
Is this the way of minds unhinged
Sleep deprived and nerves well singed
Of thoughts ensnared beyond release
More woven now than bovine fleece.
Dawn creeps in, an early siren wails
Our hollow eyes are pits or gaols
But sounds there are, a creeping swell
To rescue minds near lost pell-mell.
Copyright © Mike Smith | Year Posted 2017
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Mike Smith Poem
Custard in trifle is not bull-shark infested
Despite popular myth, ah but so easily tested
Pour jelly and sherry, sponge biscuit for bedding
Add fruits of the tropics from trees that are shedding
A dash of Madeira from slopes that face seaward
Leave time for the setting to go for the re-ward.
One helping was fine, but the stuff is so moorish
A second was taken, to refuse would be boorish
One last he insisted and scraped deep in the bowl
The taste was so good, so rounded so whole
How handsome this man how sweet and so charming
His culinary skill so easily disarming.
Now sharks there arose but friendly and warming
Gliding in gently amongst emotions now swarming
Snapping at reason and senses befuddled
Gorging on morals abandoned for cuddles
Sated at last they’re off to deep water
You high and dry and right for the slaughter.
With hot blood for transport you’re off to horizons afar
Where paradise beckons, soft sands, a singing guitar
You feel the shift in momentum, as ebb turns to flow
The deepening water as the bottom starts to go
Death in small measure as you feel the world sway
But buoyant and floating you end off your day.
Alas morning has come, big fish bites need healing
He’s gone from the pillow, you stare at the ceiling
You remember the point of your will power draining
When second helpings were taken, your appetites straining
And now silly sayings from childhood ingested
Return for the taunt - sometimes custard IS shark infested.
Copyright © Mike Smith | Year Posted 2017
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Mike Smith Poem
When daylight seeps
‘round curtains sadder than the hangman's noose
To a room where brooding melancholy sleeps
Where are you, outside of lifes lone excuse?
When steaming food
To polished plate, wisped reminds of meals once shared
On tabletop scarred with my lonesome mood
Where are you, to ease when I no longer care?
The music swells
Baleful violins weep a note so pure
Soul seeks me out, my pain so deeply felt
Where are you, when I alone must endure?
When liquid eyes
Across crowded room expectant seek
Your approach, my shining armoured prize
Where are you, my loneliness to defeat?
When dread so taunts
And leaden feet on gravel pathways pass
‘midst grey skinned yews in winter gaunt
There are you ‘neath granite slab and frost-burned grass.
Copyright © Mike Smith | Year Posted 2017
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Ever more alone than this
No creature life to tease my eyes
Mornings roach long gone to freedom
Hands ice cold on cell block bed-rim
Ever more alone than this
Invasive sound intense in meaning
Stark distanced clang of high tensile steel
Bitter requiem, my poor mans bell chime
Ever more alone than this
Copper mouth of fear, stark marker
To thickened tongue, for no good reason
Behind lips as dry as perished rubber
Ever more alone than this
Cloyed aura of human bucket smells
Chilling reminder of my frail mortality
On mucous membranes condemned to death
Intense unbidden claw of fear now rising
To clutch a heart to late for hope
Never more alone than this
Copyright © Mike Smith | Year Posted 2017
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