The sizzle of popping candy, A thousand electric eels The bubbles in my cola, Pebbles crunching under heels The crackling of breakfast cereals Popping cinders on the fire Kernels dancing in the saucepan Volts surging through the wire The fizzing, swimming bath-bomb, The wind stirring the trees The satiating burst of bubble wrap The rustleContinue reading “First Kiss”
Author Archives: Dullard poet
The floor
inspired by Edip Cansever’s poem ‘The table’ A woman full of dreams and occasional insecurities comes homeShe spills the contents of her bag upon the floorBook in one hand, she removes her scarf with the other and places them both on the floor tooShe adds the joy of the movie that she shared last nightContinue reading “The floor”
The Hiatus
Where have I been for the past few months? Why no posts or poems? Had I abandoned this lovely new platform which I had been extremely proud of when I set it all up last summer? The answers: For the most part, like so many of us, I hadn’t really been anywhere. This sorry factContinue reading “The Hiatus”
Lost
I am not me I went out one day And found that I had lost myself But where? I failed to notice. There was no sudden change Or pin-pointed moment of awareness of its misplacement Did it fall out of my pocket? Slip out with an exhalation of breath? There was no abrupt instant ofContinue reading “Lost”
Do cheats ever prosper?
They say cheats never prosper We all want this to be true The sad truth of it all is that In the short term, they often do! We’ve all encountered that guy Who’s so desperate to get ahead That he’ll happily spin all kinds of tales About the life that he has led. Or theContinue reading “Do cheats ever prosper?”
Courage
A keen and swift deserter Going AWOL just at the point When we are most in want of its credentials A whimsical and capricious entity In need of nurture and strict training To make it stay and sit still A tumbled wall of bricks To be painstakingly re-assembled One by one But be sure toContinue reading “Courage”
Bad Company
I’m a mealy-mouthed squealer, A low-down, dirty dog, A liar and a cheater A greedy, selfish hog. An outrageous, twisted grifter, A swindling, treacherous cad, A loathsome deceiver, I’m everything that’s bad. An unruly, thoughtless scammer, An iron-knuckled thug, A malicious, mental ruffian and surly, vulgar shark. I’m a worm-toothed bandit, A stingy, sullen lout,Continue reading “Bad Company”
Balloon head
I’m all out of ideas Suffering from the brain-drain A balloon-head, ready to burst From the pressure of nothing but stagnant air A void to be avoided If only the choice were there My pen poised on the empty page I climb into my mind but it’s vacant and bare So I stare And tryContinue reading “Balloon head”
Happy Birthday Beautiful Barking Friend
I have always thought that a house without animals in it feels somewhat sterile and less homely. I grew up in a home with dogs, a cat, rats (tame ones), hamsters, mice, a rabbit, goldfish and a guinea pig (not all at once I have to add). As an adult, I also wanted to enjoyContinue reading “Happy Birthday Beautiful Barking Friend”
Final thoughts
If I die a good death, will the last thing I seeflashing through the depths of my waning mindbe the top ten moments in my effervescent life?Fair rides, Christmases and New Year’s Eves,parties, festivals and riotous revelry.Favourite meals and savouring the juiciest red wines. Should I die a sickly death, will my mother materialiseTo strokeContinue reading “Final thoughts”
Poetry for Dullards 