Tiredness

Tiredness now comes

No way the clock says Five

Buzzing it around us hums

God know how but I’m alive

 

Written down dumb, numb

Hope the rhyme strives

What keeps you, come

Stab me now with knives

 

There is the flower, flames

Wavering in timeless joy

Wishing for the moment’s fame

Being played and left like toys

 

My hand they hurt but I go on

My heart it hurts but I sing my song.

Tombs

So write some peoples names on tombs

Etched by blows, sweat and fate

Scribed by craft and women’s wombs

Watched in emptiness by wraiths

 

Someone loved, now gone away

Loss it burns those who wait

Pain it comes on every day

To those who hope or wish for faith

 

Since the end for everyone

Is to lie in stony ground

See the light, have some fun

Or push up daisies in a mound

 

This is life that leads us all

Frosty tombs in which we fall

 

 

 

 

The guilded door

I’ll go again to the guilded door

Knock and ask for chance to come

Perhaps I’ll make them change the score

 

Grasp the souls and beg for more

Thinking I’m the only one

To push and pull and scratch the floor

 

Little hope for fruits and haws

To dance from branches cold and numb

Perhaps I’ll make them change the score

 

With summer’s dust blown from the floor

Blinding judges strike them dumb

I’ll go again to the guilded door

 

 

And knock again this time for sure

The Gods will see what I’ve become

I’ll go again to the guilded door

Perhaps I’ll make them change the score.

Ring of finger, Ring of phone

This girl’s broken heart

Texting on her brand new phone

Going back to the start

 

Journeys just to be apart

Broken lines, broken bones

This girl’s broken heart

 

Making love with all her heart

Inside the body moans

Going back to the start

 

Painted on her heart

Painted on with groans

Going back to the start

 

Looking at the cards

Looking for the tones

This girl’s broken heart

 

Shows up, but apart

Texting, hoping to atone

This girl’s broken heart

Going back to the start

 

 

Sonnet B

Frown frost broken pane

Face cross question mark

Look lost question came

Those aches how they hark

 

Mist and eyes bleeding raw

Hope to hold the bind

Loves lost blood and some more

We look them in eyes blind

 

Yet how it plucks at those strings

Hearts hoping to yearn again

And we may hang onto broken things

Hoping that we can repair, when

 

We wander then in seach of love

Yet there it is, good enough

 

Sonnet A

If I were but to lie in hope

And watch the seasons as I lay

Flit beyond the eyes of scope

Watch and see another day

 

Then the reasons why we strive

Would be forgot and you would say

Grasp the moment you’re alive

Yet hope to see another day

 

Many folks just sit and stare

Mothballed rotting on their way

Rusting in the mouldy chair

Dusting off I should say

 

All of us must do the dance

All of us must take the chance

 

 

Villanelle

a Villanelle, each line 5 syllables.(sure hope I can count!)

I look to her, where?

Body and mind together

Gone where, away, gone where?

She has gone, not there

Fleeting glance, forever

I look to her, where?

My dreams of her hair

Etched and then never

Gone where, away, gone where?

She lies on sand, bare

Naked, round clever

I look to her, where?

Where we might be fair

And, if I would never

I look to her, where?

But caught in her lair

Holding together

I look to her, where?

Gone where, away, gone where?