Author Archives: Dullard poet

Only the essentials.

She opened up her handbag  and tipped the contents on the floor All her must-haves and life essentials, the keys to the front door, Tissues to capture sneezes, Tablets to ease her pains, Pens for making notes with An umbrella, incase it rains Scrumpled receipts from shopping trips A month or six ago A safetyContinue reading “Only the essentials.”

Online incarceration

At the start of my sentence in two thousand and sevenI misunderstood the gravity of the step that I was takingPropelled by a wanderlust; a desire to join the throngI dived into the waters though the current was far too strongFor a will as weak as mine to rebuff this new temptation. Eleven years on,Continue reading “Online incarceration”

Gut instinct

My gut instinct tells me that something is very wrong, that they have been busy twisting truths to make us submit and play along My gut instinct tells me that we can’t deny what’s here But if we ponder all the consequences Which is really the most severe? My gut instinct tells me that emotionsContinue reading “Gut instinct”

To the boy with the bruised ego

This poem is very personal and at the time felt quite raw. For the record, the ‘boy’ could be anyone. I think it pricked at some consciences and I was glad of that though, originally, it was only penned to share with one person! I wrote this for my daughter Mali and for any girlContinue reading “To the boy with the bruised ego”

Wishful thinking

Another non-storyIn the NewsWho slept with whom?Who’s got new shoes? Who cares?Not meWant the storiesWe can’t see Too much bullshitEvery dayCausing usTo look away Sold liesThe hidden truthDespairing forOur hopeless youth Life is fastBut days are slowAs on the gravy trainWe go Round in circlesIn our attemptsTo reach fulfilmentBe content Too much distractionNot enough sleepAllContinue reading “Wishful thinking”

Silly little ditty

I basically made this up spontaneously last night so it’s a bit throwaway but my friends seemed to like it. Pratting about! I’m sat here in my bedand I should be going to sleepBut I can’t drag myself off facebookI’m just too fucking weak. My eyelids they are heavyAnd my eyes have started to stingIContinue reading “Silly little ditty”

Suffocation by media

I am definitely my own worst enemy. I feel increasingly angered by the current situation, not so much because it’s happening but more so because there is absolutely no escape from it. And by ‘it’ I am not talking about the virus itself but the communications flowing forth because of it. Of course, I bemoanContinue reading “Suffocation by media”