LEADERS - not followers

Sunday, October 19, 2014


For Sunday Whirl:


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



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



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


For Sunday Whirl:


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



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...


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..."


Monday, September 8, 2014


For Sunday Whirl


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


For Sunday Whirl:


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


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


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


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



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


For Sunday Whirl


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

Sunday, July 20, 2014



As tension hangs heavy
words jump from lips to ears
from ears to lips, a hum
storming through the darkness
of a magic forest
where a creature can thrive
while passions swarm without

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Wordle #169

For Sunday Whirl

In a room where lies are manufactured
Their honors present their lackluster Bills
Deceiving millions in the process
A little bit cheeky if you ask me
As you can see I'm on nobody's side
But I've gone and shot my mouth off again
What could eclipse this piece of bravado?
I'll go take a hike and cut my own throat...

Sunday, June 29, 2014



As a player you should know
(at least for the present time)
the subtle approach is key

Scratch the surface to reveal
each boy's level of deceit

Mischievous glint in their eyes?
Not a single grain of truth?
Just a phase their going through?

Don't attach yourself to them! 

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Wordle #166

For Sunday Whirl


Praying for a loaded gun,
the Tarot cards promises
levitate alluringly,
kiss me, seduce me... plague me;
dark thoughts dancing in my face
flowing like rivers of blood.
...Finally the penny drops

Dreadful creature, am I not...?