‘Completely out of character‘ were the words On the report which hastened its way To her unsuspecting parents That carmine afternoon when she strode up to Jimmy Randell Curling her fingers into the compacted ball of a fist Which doubled in size With each determined step Across the unsuspecting playground Until she stood snarling beforeContinue reading “Completely out of character”
Author Archives: Dullard poet
Innocence Lost
I have long since lost my innocence, but how did it occur? Was it way back in the ominous autumn of 1982 As I thrilled to Michael Jackson on MTV Morphing into a werewolf and later a zombie Requiring 4 decades to build the courage to sleep with the light off Or perhaps it wentContinue reading “Innocence Lost”
Bed
On the first night I arrived in your home,I nervously embraced you,Learning the contours of the body you seem to feel so ashamed of.Moulding myself to your soft beautiful curves,Every day, I feel anger at the mirror that distorts them in your eyes Ever since that night I have supported youAbsorbed the pressure and stressContinue reading “Bed”
Ways to say I love you
“Good morning” “How’s it going?” “Been up to much?” “How’s you?” “If you get bored, then message me” “Have fun!” “I see” “Might do” “Have a good time” “Catch you later” “Take care” “Be good” THUMBS UP “I’m feeling bored” “I’ve got the horn” “You going to the pub?” A thousand inane comments Or sillyContinue reading “Ways to say I love you”
Squally Day
Clouds move as buffalo in a racing herd In between we spy fleeting glimpses of the bright blue plane Whilst neurotic aerials rock violently Back and forth Just one knock away from picking up the razor and slicing deep into their veins. Cheetah-like bin men sprint, chasing down their prey some triumphantly ensnaring it inContinue reading “Squally Day”
The Gift
I watch a lot of Spanish and European TV and film. They always seem to be a bit more saucy than our standard British fare. The naughty scenes portray more hunger, are more graphic and seem more urgent. That kind of inspired this poem. It’s not a topic I usually write about, nonetheless, I amContinue reading “The Gift”
And breathe
Placing my foot on the familiar path as I step out of my front door I feel the first, juicy spots of rain smarting on my cheeks With my usual tight schedule I have no option but to continue even with the rain (another activity turned chore!) As I walk, I breathe one, two, one,Continue reading “And breathe”
The wrong remedy
Today, I went to Costa where I treated myself to the most expensive drink on the menu because it was free. I was feeling flat and hoped that this tiny extravagance would lift my flagging spirits. It didn’t! It was quite tasty though.
Bonded
It’s said that you can’t turn back time I know that’s just not true Get us all in the same room again and the clock spins back to ’92. Every one with our own journey With different lives to lead We don’t abide in each other’s pockets There’s simply not the need When we chanceContinue reading “Bonded”
Another year done…
I could hone in on this year’s shortcomings How it wasn’t up to scratch Like the year before and maybe next year too But what would be the point of that? I could rue events that were cancelled All the things we had to miss What would we gain from perusing Such a long, depressingContinue reading “Another year done…”
Poetry for Dullards 