Outsiders on the surface
of something else,
that point of no return —
it is there within myself.
Tag: poem
Swirls – Written Thursday 1st May 2025 (Aged 50)
I don’t want to be caught up in the swirls of opinion, lost in praise and its hollow sound.
Scuff Marks – Written Monday 28th April 2025 (Aged 50)
Scuff marks. No lasting damage, but the scuff will remain.
Available For The High Jump – Written Wednesday 7th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Ordinary has its appeal… let me pack you a picnic basket. I do it with all my love and all my care
Woken Up – Written Wednesday 23rd April 2025 (Aged 50)
I feel like I’ve woken up —
finally seen what I could not see.
These last few months
have taken strips away from me.
Liberation – Written April 2025 (Aged 50)
Liberation — arrives for now,
with strong arms to lift off those heavy clouds,
those dark clouds of miserable greys.
Covered in Stains – Written Tuesday 1st April 2025 (Aged 50)
Your morality is covered in stains.
Your ethics have lost their grain.
And your addiction is in pain.
Valued – Written Tuesday 1st April 2025 (Aged 50)
Knowing that you have no place
adds a particular sadness,
a tiresome journey plan to your face…
Never Ending Parade – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
The never-ending parade that marches through a street
Feels like the friends that I no longer meet
Puritan’s Table – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
Excerpt:
Power is not suited to the powerful… insecurity sitting bolt upright at the Puritan’s table
