This poem came about out of a sudden realisation that life was much more than just simply living and working. I was one of those persons who spent a lot of time at work doing many things that I thought at the time were important, to buy the things that I thought were important (like those asics running shoes). Until one day I woke up out of my bed and felt as if I never got any sleep that (more…)
I am a spider writer. If I try to write my body goes in to a kind of writhing spasm. Every part of me fights against the task in hand, perverting and distorting my intentions, making a mockery of a sham!
But this is not the end of the world; I’m excellent at almost everything else. But, hmm, if only I was excellent at writing by hand. If I had that then I’d have everything. But I suppose that’s just (more…)
Answer Me
So I went to the sea to ask what should I do?
What’s my next move?
And the tide ebbed and flowed,
And the gulls just flew.
The people talked and kissed.
My heart whispered, ‘Stay,’
But my head shouted, ‘Go.’
As the boats just stood in silence.
I wrote this poem about fifteen years ago. At that time I had been living in a small city and I had decided that I wanted to move to Brighton (more…)
A touch of hands, a cheek stroke, a kiss,
These are the things I especially miss,
On this deathly still day, and an evening alone,
Is my Valentine’s way, now that you are gone.
You’ll be dancing somewhere, how you loved to dance,
But when I waltzed with you it lacked in romance,
A man will be talking, you’ll laugh for a while,
Where my jokes fell flat and never raised smile.
Will you pause for a while when you (more…)
The following are song lyrics, so not strictly poetry, though in writing song lyrics I hope to do so with poetic licence. Are you disillusioned with the nonsense that pop artists and indie bands sing about. For me music is about expression in the same way as poetry.
Demi Gods and Hungry Ghosts is a buddhist expression related to power-hungry policitians (demi-gods) and manipulative businessmen who are so greedy they prey on consumers like vultures (Hungry ghosts). We are confronted (more…)
’Children In The Garden.’
By Mik Smith
They played together in the garden and they were happy.
Everything so fresh and exciting; too young and innocent to have an awareness of wrong.
They chased one another and laughed.
He smiled, she sang.
It did not matter about the time; afternoon, morning, evening.
The air was warm on their skin and their laughter was like silver bells.
The boy and the girl.
The light was gentle; burning amber.
And the breeze (more…)
During the recent snowy spell there has been too much negativity in the media. I was inspired to write a poem about one of the many fine aspects of this wonderful Wintery weather, but I guess if you are not on ski holidays it is sometimes easy to forget the charm. The snow has gone for now, but the weather forecasts say that it may return. I am keeping my fingers crossed, and after reading my poem then you may (more…)
If you have got even a vague interest in art then this blog is worth having a look at. There are two really interesting posts on it about contemporary artists from south Asia. You don’t often get to hear about what style of pictures are being done in India or Pakistan so this makes very welcome reading.
There are also a good variety of other posts on here which should be investigated. These include one about the spray paint pictures (more…)
What follows is a poem I wrote when I was in love a long, long, long time ago. Like a lifetime ago. And I was in love. But things changed. Life moved on and I grew up. I realised he wasn’t actually a very nice person. So I left. But at the time the poem represented how I thought I felt. I still find it powerful. It still reflects how I feel when I am in love with another person. (more…)
So many have been written
We’ve heard them all before
Quaint tales of words quite rhyming
Or emotion a writer insisted to pour
“So what is in this poem?” I say
What topic shall we endure?
Perhaps its time to write a poem
A Poem Like None Before
I step out from behind the crowd
In first person I declare
This poem was meant to bring attention
To how much I really care
Three steps apart for many years
Most (more…)