Too Much, Too Hard

Why am I not aloud a life?

What lesson did I not learn?

Which direction did I not turn?

I live in an empty world

With little to nought to go on

And nothing inside to shine on

Only a mask that I must wear

So that I can pretend

That my hope is not at it's end.

The only things that are real,

Are those that make misery.

Is there no way to break free?

Did i ask too much?

I never wanted a lot?

Nothing is all I've got.

More Haiku

Brown fox jumps quick, ov'r
Dogs who sleep too lazily.
The pen writes forever.

Haiku

A set of five haiku poems influenced by the book Hagakure (trans: hidden leaves), The Book of the Samurai

Loyalty, the way,

Mind body and katana

I am samurai

俳諧

The world is a dream

Only a dream, wake up and

Be enlightend

俳諧

Learn from a rainstorm

Rush not, shelter, be wise, but

You will still get wet

俳諧

Defeated, the ghost,

Vengeful, one last action with

Certainty of mind.

俳諧

Heaven and earth moved.

Be determined!  It only takes

Your concentration.

An Ode To Pip, The Bonsai Terrier

My poem for today goes out to the most gorgeous girl in the whole wide world x

Love ya Pip x

I might only be little

But my heart is huge.

You might think I'm scruffy,

But my love is true.

All you big folk

Are really funny,

From down here

You all look really clumsy.

I like to be cuddled

And I like to lick you,

But hey, I'm a dog

And that's what I do!

So give me a cuddle

Next time you see me

And I'm sure you'll see

Why everyone loves me.

Lick lick xx

Creative Constipation

I really struggled for a source of inspiration today, so I just wrote about the situation in front of me.

Bang, bang, thud...  The sound of head meets desk.

Where am I going to find my next

Poem? I hope I can think of something!

I made it through half the month, not ready to give in.

There must be something inside my head,

*sounds of water droplets and echoes* - humph, 'nuf said.

There must be answer, an explanation, a solution.

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(-  For what it's worth that's my cat's contribution).

I've eaten six biros and I'm still comin' up blank.

Only cricket chirrups and tumble weed in the memory bank.

Oh! Hold on! I think I've got a poetical sprout...

Nope.  It just popped and fizzled out.

If I had hair I would pull it out!

Stand on my desk and scream and shout!

But there is still coffee in cup and cigarettes to smoke,

So I might do it yet, so fingers crossed and hope.

Little Car

Fast car,

In the night,

Peeling back blackness

With full beam lights.

Weaving its way,

Through lane and bend.

This night time joyride

Should never end.

The Sound

Rings out, across the dark,

An orchestra of combustion,

The music of compression and spark.

Clutch in,

Slide the shifter to new position

Notch to notch,

The pomp and circumstance of manual transmission.

Engine pulling hard

now into over-run

Rewarding the driver

More than a car, this girl is so much fun.

Slower now,

Streetlights reflect on chrome.

Ticking and plinking

Little car is home.

You & Me at f2.3

This poem is dedicated to my Priestess of Lomography, she gave me the inspiration for this late one night.

Peace and love FP 

I love it when

You hold me tight,

Cheek to cheek,

Soft, but still strong like a vice.

You see right through me,

And as you bring me near,

As we gaze, face to face,

There is nothing to fear.

Nothing concealed,

No hiding place.

We exist as one

In this heightened state.

You fill me each time

With beautiful visions.

Ours both to keep,

Preserved photonic collisions

Through streets, scenes

And places divine

We walk hand in hand

A relationship sublime.

You know what you want,

You see it, you take it.

You lay your fingers over me,

Their tips on my body, tracing,

Teasing, you focus me

This moment a treasure.

In this fraction of time

We are alone together

At the point of desire,

Fast as a conjuring trick

Your finger is on my button...

You press... Click!