Empire of Whimsy

So, this is not a poem. I am breaking with my usual style to take part in a Blog Hop, nominated as I was by my delightful sister. You can...

When did what we were give way to what we have become? Which straw broke the way back? When did we stop having fun? When did I start ex...

Fizzing, I lie here. Desirous pulses pooling. Body stubbornly not cooling. I turn to prevent my indiscretion. Auto-scolding for the sit...

Discoveries of coal-glowing idealists, Humour and admirable women. Leit- motifs, themes and long term schemes. Music and compliments. C...

They call it a stroke, but a stroke's a caress, A present borne through gentleness. T'would be better to call it a bolt from the ...

Our Archduke's hard to pinpoint But in rearview will come clear. I'm watching repeats of the 20th And foretelling the future in ...

Malformed. Miscreated. Discombobulated. Disconsolate. Bereft. Endeavours. Enburdened. Encapsulated. Entropy. Desolate. Disinteres...

"The dinner ladies in the chronic canteen serve up portions; big, small and green. They dole out rations of little yellow pills and...

Forever fancy-dressed In costumes that hide in plain view. Self-betraying underachiever Charges forward with a smile on her face. Sleep...

As older I grow, the more that I know and learnings I should share. A pretty young face and adventurous tastes can lead you anywhere. B...

I whisper words of long lost loves and could-have-beens and never-was and remind myself of times there were when She was alive and I was...

Itsnotareal Town was once a thriving centre with market-bustle busy-ness and off-season in the Winter. A quaint and happy tourist trap....

Four words to describe what you are to me Are: butterflies; sufficient; strong and synchronicity. Knowing and accepting. As solid as the ...

Found a flower 29th October. A red carnation, on Claudio's way back from a baptism in Milan. Today, the 25th of November- it is still a...

I relearned what it is like to be thirteen years old And carefully ignored my heart-shaped gaping bleeding hole. I'm free to roam the...

I think on lessons from regrets, But pride and anger interject. It's still too soon to take it back. Despite maturity's honesty ...

The mass debates that circulate On beauty, form and fuzz Revolve, it seems, on lost esteem And a bitchy, mean-girl buzz. Too thin, too ...

I dreamed I swam down Tynwald Street Upon a cloud of milk. I smiled and waved to passers-by, to mongers of all ilk. I front-crawled ove...

Here she comes, ringing the constants. Holding the world in her manically proprietous glare, anticipating offence, with perpetually rais...

I had another of those conversations. The ones that start with, "Can I just have a word?" and end with both parties disconsola...

The poison toad squats as a mucilaginous spite-pat over his ever-diminishing domain. Occasionally he lumbers in oozing bullious wheedle...

This place is awash and for once it's not metaphorical. Unsympathetic observers  remark that it's hardly a world class disaster ...

Once upon a rum soaked night The boy with scars external Met the girl with scars internal. Her asbestos heart was set alight. The scars...

Somehow he oozes free from a car designed for a being a fraction of his mass. Ego-swollen, he appears to have made an inescapable life ...

It is a testament to psychiatry and a chip on her lumpy shoulders that she is still alive. Once so sensible by profession now a narciss...

He is jarring against the concrete, high street, 60% viscose, quick fix, app twisted backdrop. He swims into focus- rough hands, soft ey...

Every day I read the news with growing trepidation. It’s regression on a massive scale. The end of civilisation. We’re not pun...

A handful of sugar. A penny of salt. A pinch for your thoughts, your light and your faults. A tight squeeze. A light squeeze. Freshly ...

You tongue your way to my pleasure. Fist claws cotton. Breath escapes. The film plays on - Unwatched. Sunlight plays on your spin...

Just one more clown in his circus you are. Such a public mockery. You are a tool in his all-consuming self-love. Unwilling to face the o...

I blow chains of momentary beauty But they cannot capture the moments with you. Watching the world hurry past I saunter through thoughts...

As a teardrop I fall for you. Melancholic. Mesmerised. So far, so fast, so frail I fall. Shattered before I crushed. A stolen heartless...

Long sleeves. Long legs. These lines are too telling. I wish I could explain how this pain helps that pain. But language is limited.

Surrounded by vices as strange as sliced toast Interacting with many half-living, half-ghost. Some glowing brightly, some dulled by life...

This I drew this for my mother-in-law on the occasion of my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary. It is an image of her on her wedding...

I feel I am just waking up from 10 years in Van Winkle dust. Head is clearing, footsteps lighter. Horizons wide and vision brighter. Em...

Once there were three: The magic number- 3 witches; 3 wishes; 3 wise men. Maiden runs away; goes to see a crone. The witch of the East ...

Come and meet some friends of mine, we'll go to where they stay with toasting glasses held aloft and witty repartee. I'm sure w...

He says I'm not the me I was, That I have changed irreparably. He says we argue all the time. Ironically, I disagree. He says he lo...

I am sick of helping the sick And getting nothing in return. No sick pay, no thanks. Just above minimum wage I earn. I am sick of heari...

Three years of ridding myself of my rage left me bellaputrescent and old for my age. I appear to you now as a mere wizened spectre; A wr...

Hang ups fall of in The Basement. Woven webs hang fallen girls. Pricey silence and finite liberty. Safety in networking. Too tangled to...

Daily I hunch as a pensive Paolo Upon the stool of derailed dreams. Bathing in burning garlic fumes and the stench of chip fat long sinc...

I steamed and spun one London night, As trains did long ago. Euphoria; experimental; Honesty and woe. My facial vines of eyeliner mysti...

Choose existence. Choose to talk to your firiends. Choose to get the fuck on with it, even if it means you'll have bad dreams. Choose to...

The signs above my head read thusly: It is 18 degrees C. It is 4:42 AM It is prohibited to smoke. I must wear a seat-belt. To my right,...

After a glorious production the sun bows graciously behind the trees on my right to rapturous vesperturnal applause. To my left the bats ...

He is a misanthropic Dr Seuss character Fantastic and forlorn. In his tower, viewing Camelot. A spaceful time; timeless but for A dinosa...