Where have you been since when, first seen? in a pub, drunk and befuddled. on a pitch, wet, be — puddled, who knows ’til now, love’s confusing signals, the sweaty lip, the furrowed brow the dread of each encounter? There is no map, or uncharted path, In love’s rough seas to point the way. All who are in spring of life know the chill of…Read more Love Poem
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash Intimately nefarious, notoriously indecent, contestants on ice slipping, sliding avoiding, deluding, eluding the truth they refuse to tell themselves.
Love on the Line Love on the line, converging connections, distance, unknown, uncertain, too Gathering speed, smooth terrain, imperceptible incline, doubt and decline Speed bumps check the rush living, life, scenery passing Attractive siding, enticing divergence, less than a landslide to wonder why When tracks divide in new directions blood on the tracks…Read more Two Love Poems
In the interest of readers' sensitivities, this poem is harsh because it's about the sexual abuse of children by priests. If you don't like that THEN DON'T READ THIS. Is the Host ready? Did you clean the Chalice? Are all the napkins lined up? Fair play, boy, you’re a sound man. Come and see…Read more Holy Orders
A stray dog, curious but reticent, sniffs a wall, a pole, watching, detached, wonders how that dating thing’s working? His own life’s reflected disinterest, disregard who cares, who gives a fuck Cupid never interrupted nor paid heed. A smile, a glance of guile and gullibility, the fear of giving, lost in losing, never receiving, never…Read more Stray Dog