ANEJACULATION

That Night I last took an attempted O. D.

I was visited by many friends.

If it hadn’t been for their voices

I would be a fresh vegetable by now.

The O. D. took me to hospital:

it was genius of me to survive but

coming down from the chemical complexities of it all,

I lost the ability to ejaculate. Now

the lovely local lasses say

if I haven’t got ...

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I want the Nobel Prize

The one they give for Peace

I want the Nobel Prize

So give it to me please

It’s not that I’m needy,

Ignorant, profane

It’s just I need an ego massage

Now and again

Give me that fucking prize

It shouldn’t be a drama

You gave it Jimmy Carter, Mandela and Obama

Give me the prize

I’m feeling Presidential

Or I’ll push the nuclear button

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A quiet road in Donegal

is where I found this modest bridge,

a mundane thing built long ago

to cross a tiny mountain stream.

Beside it stands a chiselled plaque

with Gaelic words to tell the tale

of all those friends and families

that tragedy would separate.

A blight upon potato crops,

the staple food of common folks,

meant they would starve if they remained...

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Friendship should never end

like this

like going out fishing

hoping to catch a text or call

but instead the water

is dead, still

and there is no one there

at all

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It started off at two per cent

And now they want a little more.

Up to five is being mentioned,

Though somewhat less for the US;

It’s probably well-intentioned,

But, why? Nobody is quite sure.

To fight the wars that we deserve,

We’ll have to stump up lots more cash.

Mass destruction won’t come cheap:

As coffers fill to foot the bill;

The troops are massed like fri...

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43 told 33 to stop trying to fix 23

33 told 43 that it’s ok to not be the bigger person all the time

Remember what happened to 28, 29, & 30

They remind 33 that time is precious 

43 agrees

The one thousand days where sunshine was inaccurately predicted

Makes 33 anxious for 43

Because she is just as far away as 23

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It blazes. This sadistic sting.  Beneath my skin, to the nerve — a sting that knows where to go. Returning every time we are close, as if summoned by my subconscious. 

You don’t touch me. You don’t have to. I am opened in your gaze, fully clothed yet nude. I am seen. Threadbare beneath fabric. Every beautiful, poisonous contour exposed— still, you do not flinch nor falter. 

Inside my mind’s ...

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Her thighs, a moonflower opens—inhales the breath of night,

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—

Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.

Mile...

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We check the new fountain

purchased today. A solar powered one,

making sure it’s not misbehaving.

The late afternoon sun is waning

and the fountain is struggling

to keep the water spouting.

A grey tufted, winged traveler

doesn’t seem to mind the issue,

while splashing about in appreciation

for the aquatic addition to its surroundings.

Now, if we can j...

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A cold winter wind on a warm summer day

A tidal surge that flows the opposite way,

The opportunity to talk, with nothing to say.

A darkened corner in the fullness of light,

More concerned with what's left instead of what's right,

Outwardly imaginative, yet inwardly trite.

A hairspring trigger on a stone-laden sling,

a butterfly gaze with a bumblebee sting

The potential to b...

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My life is a lemon, always tart

A puckered grimace, day and night

Each twist and turn, a surprising burst of sour

Reflected in my watering eyes.

It's a jolt, a sudden sting.

Yet deep inside, a curious thrill delights

A thrill in the acrid bite.

The sharpest sting becomes a distracting game 

To keep me from a deeper ache

From vibrant chaos 

To drown out the whispe...

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William Wordsworth’s ‘London, 1802’, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45528/london-1802

in Italian or Petrarchan sonnet form, bemoans English society’s moral degradation and the deleterious effects of the Industrial Revolution. Wordsworth nostalgically calls on John Milton, poet and civil servant (1608-1674) to as it were, restore England to her former glory.

By way of contrast, having...

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"time is of the essence"

We compete for every moment—

               ikkoku o arasō— 

as dawn spills gold across the plains,

each breath a bargain struck in morning’s hush.

We vie for each minute and each second—  

             ippun ichibyō o arasō— 

while shadows flee the sun’s fierce blaze,

hearts pounding in the space between ticks.

Today’s s...

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SLUG

By the Urban Poet

Slide, slide, slide away

On your belly every day

In our gardens, and our sheds

Making dark places your comfy bed

No puppy dogs tails for the slugs and snails

But plants and bulbs to ruin and munch

Especially at night so you need no lunch

It’s not the story, it’s the way I tell it

Excuse me while I put down some slug pellets

I’ve tried making ...

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This old table.
It’s been at the centre.
Something we started with.
Bought as a second - 
Scratches to repair. 
But still solid. 

Food prepared,
Meals shared.
Cats on corners,
Curious; watching.
Laughter over it;
Tempers lost to it.

Shoes cleaned,
Travels planned.
Cards dealt,
Grief softened.
Games played;
Wins shared.

This table at the centre,
Darkened oak from age and we...

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When your standards are like mine

and inflation's up like this!

Then you'll opt to sell, online.

Yes, she models for her bliss 🐱

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Finally,

     Out of breath

            at the top of the mountain, what a view! Well deserved rest

after years of slippery upward

                                         vine-grabbing vertical climbing

There

    comfortably seated on moss covered stones,

                     near a lovely cascading musical waterfall sighing

              the ancient sage studies me i...

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Lord. Dear Lord
after Mahalia Jackson
 
We woke up this Sunday morning 
with the crows inside our heads.
Yes, we woke up this Sunday morning 
with the crows pecking at our beds.
Outside and inside this mourning
they forage for our dead.
 
And Gabriel’s gotta tin can
gonna twist it to a blade.
Our Gabriel’s gonna kill a man
cos his debts have to be paid.
The Bishop took the cornered P...

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In this life are we just actors
And is our world merely a stage?
Can we decide upon our own roles?
Or are we forced inside a cage?

In our lives do we play many parts
As stated by our Bard?
Should we show who we really are
Or put on a facade?

Is each day just a little story?
Where there exist many plots
And do we endure our curses
Like the Lady of Shalott?

So should we sail down t...

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Again and again

another day comes to torment our hearts

with the same gruesome soul wearying news

the merciless demons lustings

for the blood of the helpless

that continues to stain the headlines

the hope-lost starving innocents

with what little strength they have

wandering weakly towards the likeliness 

of their unforgiveable unforgettable unsurpassable deaths

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Crazy

Crazy is her super power

Crazy

But in a positive way

Stronger

Stronger by hour and hour

And nothing –

Least ways pain stopped her play.

Warrior

Warrior Queen in white armour

Three Lions

Not forged in iron

But in Bronze

Crazy

We love you because you're so crazy

You're Pride of Great Britain

Can't help it – we're smitten

We're...

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DOGS OF UNYE

Black Sea

Feral dogs are playing on the beach,

they come here to be out of reach

of park attendants chasing them

and policemen in the central square

where head-scarved women chat

at the cake festival, contestants

in the precision craft of sponge.

Banks are not dispensing cash,

you get your Lira at jewellery stores

as the owners squirrel currency

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A lost ant, on the moon,
this donation can not effect much
but withholding it would need
cell walls unfeasibly thick.
One more overdrawn gesture
a handful of grass the horses disdain;
a call into the vacuum;
a message from the other side.

A soap-bubble a child blows
clearly holds more oxygen,
though the wind from a firestorm 
lifting my hair glamorously
is real and, not quite a ...

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Living inside all humanity.

Feeding on emotions of

Despair, Desperation,

Depression and Desolation.

Never satisfied,eating leaves

Me hungry for more .

Created,  to ensure humanitys 

Survival.I and We are one

And the same.Who am I ?

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Old Royal Enfield bicycles
& rifles propped against a wall,
a gaggle of men,
in this humid heat
their necks are sticky
their collars starched and neat
& look! in the far distance,
a gable end
and look! a house.

Windows left wide open
in this hig...

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England v Spain Euro Cup Final kick off 5pm - - -

Setbacks encounted

Once tackled

Fighting spirit

Kicks in

Superglued on

Still not- knowing

Who cares

Champions are

Built on

Stubborn courage

Maybe a

Little luck

Added on.

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Sit in this,

sit in bliss,

this day dawns,

then it is gone.

Inside every being 

there is an animation,

inside every being

there is an illumination. 

Be in this,

be in love,

suffer with patience.

Feel the ancient joy

that shines with the sun,

feel the ancient sorrow

that cries with the moon.

Nothing is ever truly lost,

all is always sweetly transforme...

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I don't care for your blinkered view
Israel shame on you
Starvation I see and I am blue
Israel shame on you
Your apathy sucks this much is true 
Israel shame on you

From the river to the sea
A two state solution is necessary 
The IDF is running amok
President Trump doesn't give a fuck
Palestine as state has a right to exist
Two tier starmer Trumps arse he kissed

Our leaders sitting...

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There's a body in the white goods

Somewhere in the backwoods 

Inflated with inflation

It drowned in new taxation 

The hands of power strangle

Poking from every angle

Moulding it weak & small 

A cock without its balls 

Limp in forced compliance 

Devoid of all defiance 

Its decomposition, 

deemed too unstable 

‘Dispose of carefully’ 

it read on t...

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If I would 

If I could 

If I 

If I 

Slipping through the sea

Sea

Sea

The sand speckled 

Sculpture of your beauty 

Through the blazing gloary of your reverance

The guilty pleasure of worshipping your idol

We are idol

worshiping in our pleasure

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I left them quite some time ago

To chase my leaf in the river's flow.

They stayed behind with what they knew

Bowing and swaying, as winds thrashed and blew.

Feeling safe, they would not travel far

Content their lot was whom they are.

But what they built, dreams forced askew

Soon clouds condensed, and pressures grew.

The tempest roared but then passed with haste,

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The punishment of being average

Working hard to be insignificant

To be unimpressionable

Forgettable

Not memorable

Categorically credible

Always the candidate

Never the chosen

Always the nominee

Never the number one

Exceptionally unexceptional

“Good”, yes, hum-drum

A feeling unrecognisable to heroes

Even unknown to villains

With separate woes,

Those...

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I am woman, a woman sourced from another woman

I am an equal to my brother, but another decides differently

Hints of passion are mistaken for lust

My trust issues have a founding father, but I’d rather not mention their name

The patriarchy preceded me, but my intelligence supersedes me

They try to get in between my personality and looks

Books, I use to fill my thoughts, but ...

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Metaphors sailing along the lines,
a language only silence dares to define,
when the world chooses not to understand,
she is a poem I’m still trying to comprehend.

Between pauses and gentle words,
she gives birth
to what the world needs to hear
a beauty that unfolds from within.

She hides her wounds beneath layers of metaphor,
her words are silent confessions that softly overflow
a q...

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Do you know that one day we all die??

It's a statement, not a lie.

One day, we all pass away.

No one will happen to stay.

I beg you, be kind with the loved one.

Don't do anything just for fun

Remember that our life is too short

And another life can't be bought.

You are young; life seems endless.

Everything seems to be timeless.

And Fox doesn't come...

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Smile like the sun when the morning breaks,
A light that warms and never takes,
Carry joy in all you do,
And let the world be brighter too!

A kind word here, a gentle touch,
Small things that somehow mean so much,
Love is not loud, it softly grows,
In every heart that overflows!

Be the calm in someone's storm,
A spark of hope, a hand that is warm,
A laugh, a hug, a thoughtful glance,
...

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Your medulla oblongata expands as I utter poems,
not from beauty, no, but from the unbearable burden of thought.
Your chromosomes are my tomes,
written in the absurd dialect of a God who hides behind silence.

I do not read you for comfort.
I dissect you, word by word, cell by cell,
the way a weary theologian dissects a gospel he no longer believes.

You are scripture scrawled in nucleoti...

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The amount of badges 

show my potential

And the amount sewn on

Show how much I care

As the pins dig into 

My polo uniform 

I put on a front

Say that I care at all

And girl guides

Raises strong men

Even if that's not

Their intentions 

Cause they taught me

How to build a flag pole

And hang my flag up high 

My pink white and blue

My promise to...

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The morning comes unwanted,

creeping outside my window...

the new day with its sunrise balaclava

hoping to catch me unawares,

desperately trying to recall my dreams

as they escape across the lawn.

No matter, they will come back again,

one day I'll catch them forever.

There's a fox outside staring at me intently,

the edge of the day peels open, he...

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Faint Hum

In the upstairs room of The Railway Tavern, Ben chairs a discussion around a fictitious tale. With the author of Human, Animal present, Seth Insua deep dives me into intergenerational trauma and queer self-discovery. During the Q&A, a question is posed, “What memories do you not want to forget?’. In earshot of the Two Brewers just down Clapham High Street, I can hear the faint hu...

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The trees breathe
down in the garden
I pause my lungs
running on fumes
I want to work
but the world seems unconvinced
As I begin to speak
a howling sigh of wind
Snuffs out the spark 
of my feeble dream
I’m covered in cobwebs
in my waiting room…

A strange amorphous shape
swells and swallows
Even the vaguest sketch 
of hope I can muster
I can’t seem to shake 
this cloud magnetic
...

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There's one strange place he goes every week

Where they dare to mean what they speak

With ease and clarity

They do this as Charity

Naming it something that oozes bile

So vagrant, offensive but with a smile

He cares alot for this place

To make my money and save face

The kids are Chidren and not Young People

To spare the blushes of the steaple

Such flippant st...

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Maybe I care too much, or maybe too little. I don't know, I can't quite figure it out.

When I was young I thought of myself as the hero of the story. Twists and turns and getting older.

I am the villain in my own story now, even though I have the best of intentions.

Addiction is a hell of a thing.

But I'll dig and claw and scratch my way out of this hell, this hole.

If indecision cr...

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Interview with Post-Punk.com

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not all that glistens is gold

it dawns on me as i feel my stomach fold

this story was written before it began 

it will repeat as long as it can

“i know you’ve been hurt”

you mentioned this while hurting me

but did you know i’ve been healed?

i took photos of people i thought i would always know

i laughed at stupid jokes i pretended to hate

i etched voices into my mind tha...

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Superlatives ricochet

Off reflected facts, 

The havoc wreaked 

Captured not even once;

In its wake?

A tree-speckled past;

Yet balloons

Defy borders, drifting

Past, nonchalant, 

Intentional perhaps, 

Like a needed migration

Of imagination to where

Life does matter much...

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I had to sit back and ask myself, 

“What is gonna make me happy?”

I could stare at the mirror for days before I came up with a decent sentence to say. 

“Lean back to you? Find another mattress to cling on with someone to seduce?”

See?

Nothing came out new and that’s how I knew. 

Stop what I was doing, so the circle I’m renewing would break off in two. 

Break off from you.

A...

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Raindrops, so rapid and vast

Pouring into the river of past

Memories, experiences, moments that didn't last

Nothing lasts.

Whether I wish it away

Or pray it will stay

Nothing lasts.

For better or worse

A compliment or a curse

So sad I want to die or so happy I could burst

Nothing lasts.

Not the lust in his eyes

Or the hero in disguise

Collision of bodies and ...

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Corruption and deformity

must haunt the major dynasty:

a scheming witch, licentious imp,

a severed hand, sadistic prince;

suggestions of incest, perhaps,

and Charles Dance wearing gravitas.

Let there be dragons far beyond

commanded by a fiery blonde,

whose husband looks like Genghis Khan -

though she might be a lesbian.

That head he’s skewered on his knife

onc...

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Don’t cry for me Liverpool, I have to go away.

My ‘call up’ papers, arrived in the post today.

The Army will train me to be a fighting man.

I will serve my Country and do the best I can.

Don’t cry for me Liverpool, plenty more like me.

Going off to war, to fight over land, air and sea.

Never been away before or left my comfort zone.

I will really miss my kids and my ...

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Dogs are howling in my face

Cats cry out their sad refrain

And the cosy warm fire chants are broken

Sold on down the street by every prevailing

Wind of fashion and far off passion

As she grows and crows that it is so unfair

And that I don’t know what it’s like

Except I do and I am tired of trying

To hold on to the silence in my head

Instead of wanting to throw it awa...

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"Eat your greens, "grandma used to say,

They make a clean sweep,a gentle broom that makes your day.

Sit in comfort and regularly on your toilet seat ,

No strain or constipation,thanks to your green treat.

Eating greens is my future staying alive plan,

In toxic times cutting out sugar,I pray I can .

Green veg has been shown to brush cancer away.

To increase greenery in you...

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Everybody Is Brave To Dance

Everybody is brave to dance 

In the Vampire's Castle in daylight 

Until it noticed on the windows

How light had been painted a picture 

The music chops time as senses

Everybody is brave to dance

Street tactics beneath volcano

Until the lava reveals wore clothing

And there at the desk even booking 

Didn't see traffic cabi...

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If I am alone 

then I know you are alone with me.

Then why does it feel so empty

And why is my day greeted with silence

And why am I never the one picking up the phone

And I can’t help but think

that your day is over 

without me in it.

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time brines 

and wrinkles deepen

during times like these, I'd rather be pressed 

like a tulip shoot

 between the pages 

of a diary,  

and left to dry,

 preserved 

hidden from the scorn of spotlight

as it spins over the face of fascists

well-known and

smiling, 

glisten-toothed and hungry 

eager to make nations forget 

the smell 

the soot

of a fur...

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Two foreign bodies

moving in an irregular orbit

with collisions and distances

carved paths neither common nor separate

in a strange, unique world

they loved, they hurt, they separated and

lived a parallel, nostalgic life

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Unwieldy canopy stopping flow

Come speedy panoply hopping crow

Dream of giant seedlings grow

Team of high antenna meekly glow

But cancer giving waves you sow

Subtle dancer living saves too low

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I used to wear a bra to cover my emerging ‘moobs’, the result
of a beer-filled diet, then stroll through the gay town of Brighton,
curious to what lay within its environs,
sometimes donning a skirt and panties, enthusiastically greeted by camp males,
who saw in me a kindred spirit.

Although actually heterosexual – when inviting a female for afternoon tea,
I was so boring; she would often l...

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You think I don’t still feel it? 
The echo never left. 
It’s in the light that spills 
across the floor like we used to—
chaotic, accidental, warm.

Yes, I heard every word 
you didn’t mean and the silence 
that swallowed what we couldn’t say.

Time doesn’t rewind, but it replays. 
Not in full—just flashes. 
Your laugh— like a match 
right before the burn.

I wish we’d argued soft...

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You were loved. It warms my heart to hear how people remember you. You had nothing but every person that ever crossed paths with you speak of your generosity. Your immense compassion burst from you never hesitating to share the little you had scraped together. I am proud to call you my brother. So beautifully remembered you may not have had anything worldly but you were rich beyond words. I'm humb...

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I strived for light brighter than my torch, keenly

Overlooked cues of collectively sourced beams

I learned, scouted for candle stores, shared maps

I passed cold shoulders to who refused me a hand

Now, I figured, those I cried help from needed it too

Adulting reveals, some greetings have requests attached

I have been losing fights in my own 3am dreams

A sedulous being...

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Her sky was burning crashing down around her 

there  was fire in the sky  it burned so brightly she could 

not see that her whole entire world was gone she lost her

breath laying on the ground tears began to fall down her face 

washing some of the darkness away those tears fell and fell

until the fire was out  and she found her breath with her last bit of strength 

she stood up l...

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Timber merchants disturb psychiatrists

A cut above the rest on the brink

I’m tired of pills a voice not truly mine.

A SALESMAN APPROACHES HIS RETIREMENT

Jettisoned into play pouring from nylon skin

Just run away with the thoughts in my head

Traumatic frenzy incorporating fear.

Con-trails whisper piratical tales as

Mr Southern Comfort travels north

Go on l...

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Time ticking

Late nights thinking

About the time passing

And the time that is gone

Hours and hours thinking

Remembering and wishing

For a different ending

Every minute is torture 

Without you

Ever since I don't hear your voice

My life lost meaning

It lost its compass

I wonder aimlessly

Years go by 

And I don't feel progress

Just a sense 

That th...

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Christopher Robin went down with Alice

to view the loo at Blenheim Palace

a stunning work of art to behold

remarkably it was made of gold.

They came upon a disorderly scene

holes in the wall where the pipes had been

how could anyone be so callous

to steal a loo from Blenheim Palace?

Christopher thought a lock would suffice

while contemplating paradise

but Al...

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I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”

Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that shit

But I guess I did.

We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.

I lost him before
I got the cha...

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Write out of the ruins
Plants don't grow out of dirt alone
Death and decay occupy the soil
That which previously flourished 
Now exists for the sake of
What needs to be nourished 
Don't think that the ideas must blossom 
Just know that they can 
It need not be pretty
The soil need not be clean
Life grows out of whatever 
Write something down 
Careful cultivation is not required 
Just ...

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To change a piece of me,

Is to kill the peace within,

The silence of demons

I speak not of,

And the smiles i show off most.

The tainted obidient mask,

I and 'they' hold highly of.

The forever yes and rarely no,

The answer to unrequited efforts,

Unrequested needs left out.

Barely, do they get to say,

Whats deeply felt, just to stay servient.

To let my chains brea...

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Just You

I retain the essence of you

In the air I breathe,

So much so,

I spurn exhalation.

Sweet, unmistakable you,

Filling my mood with light,

Keeping my soul

From life’s erosion.

Your gracious smile, knowing yet forgiving,

Imprinted on my being to melt sins and self-doubt.

Eyes which bewitch and beguile, fix me in awe,

While enfolding thoughts and d...

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Love has so many ways,

Of coming into our lives

Parents love – always and forever

No type, no condition, no measure

The college love – pure and bright

But not always strong enough to fight

The office love – mature but fun

It always comes to the end of its run

The one way love – short and sincere

If not returned, ends in a sad tear

The marriage love – responsible and p...

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Watching every movement...
thinking and predicting
Slowly, I started to get carried away
by my thoughts

Deeper and deeper
I started to lose myself
Questioning why all this had to happen
And why did they take up all the space in my mind

And when it got too deep,
It feels like it kills me
I wonder, what's wrong with me
Until I became very quiet

I feel like I lost my peace
I can on...

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Golden Rays in Monsoon Days
Sheikh Shanto Bin Abdur Razzak

In the evening sky, the cloud-boats float,
Their charming grace strikes a tender note.
My fragile heart, in wonder’s embrace,
Finds joy in the monsoon’s blushing face.

Snowy egrets soar back home at last,
Eyes linger where rainbows have amassed.
Nature wears hues in a splendid spree,
A thousand tunes dance in the breeze—oh see...

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The glaring sun to shine on the horizon
Announcing the oncoming hand of destiny
Still held the great details veiled in secrecy
About the future threat to slickly loom
About in warrior’s there the close vicinity
She had the sweat and nerve of expectation
In standing pose, defense of all her nation
As she had axe in left hand gripping tightly

The shadows slowly grew and were encroaching
A...

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I notice.

Messager’s from nature have carried me through the limits of my frustration tolerance. Last  winter we had bald eagles in the neighborhood, did you see them too? I first saw one while riding with my friend. When an eagle came swooping down the middle of the road narrowly missing the car.  For the next few weeks,  it frequented my back yard majestically gracing our sky.

A...

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Ghosts rise from the cracks of the grey stone pavements, walk this town in top hats with feathers fitted in, and wear candy stripped blazers.

A mind so full its overspill is packed in plastic bags and portable suitcases, people colour minds, brighten days as they move to different places.

Passing strangers fade  but thoughts and voices like stale smoke linger, until their negativity rises to...

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Today lived a Samaritan,

Young in spirit.

Strong in hope.

Simple in delivery.

Wise in tone.

Flamboyant in joy.

Eager in care.

Fanciful in dream.

What an idea,

To be a volunteer!

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SELF-EVOLVE

____________

Bookworm

Class clown

Metalhead

Punk

Goth

Goth w/

Black Bloc

Anarchist tendencies

Outfits I'd worn

during my

ongoing search

for The Real Me--

Whoever He is--

__________________

W: 8.27.19

[ From the book Boneyard: Poems And Songs Of African Struggle And Survival

In The U.$., POOR Press, 2010 / Phoenix...

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She dreamed of Bruce Springsteen at night
But woke to a screen with no sound, no light
Time rolled on like a runaway train
She stood at the station, lost in the rain

The records were scratched, the cassettes were gone
A photo without a frame lingered on
Between Madonna and love that lied
She watched her idols get paperfied

Now it’s just longing for things that missed
Youth trapped in ...

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