LEADERS - not followers

Sunday, November 16, 2014

WORDLE #187


JUST GOOD

Tempted by her subtle hints...

...since saving her sorry soul
stole his fresh set of morals.


Quarrels and a mix of lies
rise up like a toasty flame;
shame adds to lingering guilt.

Tilt that balance till he yields,
shields down. But sex between friends
tends to leave a bitter taste,
laced with scorn, on his palate.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

WORDLE #186

For Sunday Whirl:

SEPIA

Those night time terrors visit;
induce thoughts of suicide.
Wise old owl perches on the prow
of a crossroads in your life.

Mud slingers build momentum
as their fervor starts to swell.
Birds fly south to fill their mouths
after empires rose and fell.

Now remove that crown of thorns;
lose the thread that leads to pain.
Tungsten light that burns so bright,
casts a crocus stamen stain...

Saturday, November 1, 2014

WORDLE #185

For Sunday Whirl: Standing, Satisfied, Burn, Jaded, Spark, Rain, Way, Sun, Cold, Grey, Sun, Slash.


WHAT DOES IT TAKE?


Standing stones
And shifting sands
Spark that jaded expression

Slash and burn
Divide and conquer
Not entirely satisfied

Oh what joy
The way the sun
Chases cold grey rain away

Sunday, October 26, 2014

WORDLE #184

For Sunday Whirl:

Post-war Boom


Strange how they tend to revolve
(those apocalyptic tomes)
in literary circles

Thirteen unpublished novels
weak insipid frivolous
from preface to epilogue
seek speedy intervention

Suddenly out of the blue
the first promising inklings
(audible to an extent)
that their roots are taking hold
breaking old gnarled attitudes
like poppies after the war

Sunday, October 19, 2014

WORDLE #183

For Sunday Whirl:

WISH YOU WERE HERE...


without a shadow of doubt
truth is stranger than fiction
so steel yourself for a shock...
as a martyr to your cause
your own childhood ambition
to be a holy seer
trapped you held you prisoner
to a secret you thought safe
until you heard the laughter
the scornful crazy mocking
that flawed your precious diamond
that took the shine right off it

Sunday, October 5, 2014

WORDLE #181

DEPENDENTS

A poem with no name

Makes no sense at all to me
As a title is so vital...
If only because
It strips away a string
Of strictly false uncertainties

A speech in broken English
Soiled sheets, confusing signs
All connected, all infected...
And all because
Goblins drink from goblets
Served by gobshites doing lines

Sunday, September 28, 2014

WORDLE #180

NO GOOD DEED

A whole lot of people love
a selfless act of kindness
It gives me no joy at all
Only serves to fan the flames
And polarize opinions

I fear the repercussions

My identity remains
Buried beneath the ashes
Duty dictates discernment
My headstone a pile of sticks
Not a posey floral tribute

Sunday, September 21, 2014

WORDLE #179

For Sunday Whirl:


ANOMALY



Some miner I am; the truth.

Should I live to see old age,
still I'll be searching; seeking..

Fingers and heart both broken;
always keep mine crossed.
Which the expression of hope...?

Neither one will give, present
the prize, the gold; my reward...

For pissing in the ocean...

Sunday, September 14, 2014

WORDLE #178

BEDSIDE MANNER

Anxiety attacks, and tests

the patients of a hospital.
Not possible to know the center
of attention was the meal
they served (with jello for desert)
this afternoon, but pretty soon
the blood consumed will start to fester,
then they'll pester us for more until...

Enough...!

A puff of smoke, a fluff of feathers,
and the magic words are spoken;
"Lie down on the couch, this will not hurt
a bit; it's just a pinprick..."

"Ouch...!"

Monday, September 8, 2014

WORDLE #177

For Sunday Whirl

TRAFFIC

Sun rose early to reveal
spot of bother up ahead.
Meandering motorway
decreed dismal dawn delays.
Poor prospect plants seeds of doubt
before brain locks on target.
gives you the edge over... them...
Don't take your eye off the ball!
Mirror, signal, manoeuvre...
Thrust...! Into first... and you're off!
Speeding bullets don't compare...!
And y'ain't sparing them horses!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

WORDLE #176

For Sunday Whirl:


NOTICE IS SERVED

Decades of compromising
care in the community...

Who listens to their concerns?

Serve the stae, collaborate!

Contact me... time for a chat...

Sunday, August 24, 2014

WORDLE #175

For Sunday Whirl: rift, absence, longing, rickety, cliff, flight, cart, bones, stutter, language, sustain, baffles.

WHERE IS THE LOVE?

After the rift your absence
left me longing for true love

Not a rickety romance
surviving on a cliff edge...

Merely a flight of fancy...?

Or putting cart before horse...?

Bones of a relationship
stutter briefly back to life

Our body language confirms
a state we cannot sustain

...And it truly baffles me...

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Whirl #174

For Sunday Whirl

OUT TO LUNCH

Once all those oranges run out,
I'll light myself a candle
and, in a grand gesture, pledge
my allegiance to Africa,
denying my transgression
while contemplating the gray rites
of demimonde entertainment.

Am I (in asylum parlance)'
'Abomination Reborn'?

Sunday, August 3, 2014

WORDLE #172

SCRAMBLED

If you have no appetite
for flamboyant behavior
the last thing you want to do
is stare at the midday sun

This may tire you to the point
of irritation... or worse
disclose a jumbled signal
that makes 'The Bliss Of Sunlight'
sound like 'The Signs Of Bullshit'

Sunday, July 27, 2014

WORDLE #171


For Sunday Whirl

SHADOWPLAY

In the hunt for innocence
blasts from hallowed pasts reveal
it takes skill to whack those doubts
but as the mystery unfolds
thrill seekers known to dabble
in shallow activities
center undue attention
on our guilt stained consciences