Poet Introduction I am a multi-genre poet who believes in breaking the rules and that anyone regardless of educational attainments can be a poet. Been writing poetry since I was 15, I am now 59. I sometimes write as a provocateur so if you are easily offended stay away :-)
An Acrostic Poem - (Scots Gaelic - Google It lol))
Personal politeness is much overrated Of course, it is meant to be the norm Good god in heaven certainly it is not
Manners costeth nothing, and maketh the man Or so many folks claim, but never practice
Tentative nosy bastard questions asked How did you manage to lose your legs? Obviously, it is none of their feckin business! Incessantly, many random strangers still ask Now I just retort "Kiss My Ass!"
BROTHERS - - - - Dedicated to Murdo Macleod R.I.P January 2020
Forgiveness is a wonderful gift to get But can be a very difficult one to give Blood and water spill under the bridge Flowing freely in unison and in pain The fast rapids need to be ignored There is never a quick fix that sticks The cascading falls roar like a lion I wanted to attack like an angry lion The blood and water turn into wine like souls, hearts and minds meet A good wine sometimes can take Such a very long time to fully mature As the ice in this vodka it is now cool The previous angry need to attack him Dissolves...
Heart beating faster Almost out of my chest Sweating profusely Audible pulse in my head PTSD arrives with malice I am deeply sleeping Tasting fear, smelling flesh Hands slide on wax Griping the communion table
The men in the dark suits arrive They scurry in like filthy rats Desecrating of prayer mats Sins of the flesh on repeat Sins of the father so discreet The rhythm of a pounding beat Innocence was that night stolen Blood, veins, with flesh all swollen I am discarded and undone By a dog collar's...
I've been looking for love in all the wrong places only falling in love with pretty faces a slim and fit body attracts long blonde hair impacts for a smile that beguiles I'd walk 500 miles
but all this shallow it's twisted and hollow it's driven by lust blown away just like dust it never ends well it will take you to a hell of your own making where it's just all taking it's a push and a shove It's not really love
I still see pretty faces of all different races it's no longer...
Now and then I feel the need to piss on everyone's cheerios it is a function, nay natural response to current bullshit
I could turn to the circus of "Donald and the Giant Impeachment" way to easy a target, I will leave that to late-night talk show hosts that allegedly used to be comedians and CNN who always were the Donald needs no help from me, the lunacy and pure hatred of the new left will fuck things up so bad assuring his second term I could, of course, go on about Brexit, ignoring the will of the people purely because they gave an answer...
for some, this is a very dark time of year a very lonely and sadness filled what increases more than any time of year thoughts of morbidity and committing suicide If everyone does at least one visit to a person lonely and vulnerable they will give the one gift that everyone needs Love, Hope and faith to carry on all wrapped up in a bow called life
try to save at least one
I can feel the darkness rolling in like an almost unstoppable force it seeps under the...