You are as beautiful as I remember In the dark of red September How the fossil fuels burned Gutters churned up stinking filth Spluttering emotional wreckage Over the atmosphere of the stage Smells of ravishing blue caught up in the nest How they worked and twisted at my shore Licking my feet with a saintlyContinue reading “The Clampdown”
Author Archives: Parisian Poetry
Greener Grass
In all colours sublime In bold mountains climb.The majesty that I bring Between such fragrant lips I sing;And sing I must just to forget Whatever my heart tells me yet; And scarce feel In case I sink I’m here, I’m real, let me think. By Sam Fawcett
Millington
Yellow poppies in Spring make my heart sing. A falling note;a calling boat, paint chipped in red. Shoreline inked in candyfloss pink On a sea-green bed. Tendrils slink over the mouthpiece of jutting headland. Caves are seen but cannot be explored,in lands so clean and always adored. By s.f.
Hot off the Press
A never-ending bleep of a phoneCrisp packets rustling in the corner of a roomA dry mouth coughing your favourite tuneLaughter hissing like a tortured snake.A feeling haunts your mind on your coffee breakThe squeaking of a chair and creaking floorboard.A thought was once there, now absorbedby the printer’s whirring and constant gurgling. God. This isContinue reading “Hot off the Press”
I’m Searching
I’m searching for the large alternative I’m searching for the feeling The deep elemental grooves; the great spiritual healing I’m searching for right and wrong in all those places Still all I find is song Great minds hold great faces Earth and dust leave traces Burning the flame of ages I’m searching for a signContinue reading “I’m Searching”
A Drum
Your shoes doth drum upon the floorboards Like a heartbeat Echoing inside the wounds of men A drum a drum My love doth come By Mr. S.
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