Turquoise Monster

Need the meaning, hope is fleeting. Eating, drinking, sinking, still breathing. On the edge seething, enveloped just thinking.

Dark twisted moments The political decision Opens the flood gates And WHOOSH Down we all go The Slippery Slope

Frustration paints a neon streak Highlighting problems Obliterating the objective Harsh in over exposure Time baits the mind Biting the cortex Stymied the creative Muted self-worry The deadline comes It goes You wonder What was all the fuss?

I am very excited to have been asked to judge the regional part of a national schools poetry competition this year in March. This was a lovely event last year and the children where amazing. I will also once more be running the World Poetry Writing Month challenge in February. This is a month of […]

The shape of sound fits the golden sky Nothing but a ripple of light To those who can not see Blundering to the ground A rain filtered through clouds Dripping with a promise of cacophony But red slashes the gold Black rips the ripple of the chord Throttling vibrations to silvered echos Escaping as a […]

I have actually managed to make it half way there! though sadly my attempts at making the decoupage poetry books have been a bit of a fail (there maybe away around this though). It took sometime to get going but now the ball is rolling and I am back in the habit of writing 🙂 […]

Roaming hills pulse As music tilts the mind Pushing you down from the side Ignoring the stories of you A plan of pain Awaiting a stark intoxication Of Intellect stripped bear Lights flicker in hope A new thought And the beat that signals a new world

I am trying to inspire myself by finding things that need poetic submissions – there are a couple of competitions I want to go for but I am tending to avoid these as they can get expensive but if you have the money it might work as a really good way to get you writing. […]

Geek street feel the beat Of fingers tapping not the feet Geek street Where programmers meet Turn out coding neat Even when some still use l33t spk That algorithm needs a tweak Seek the answers on Geek Street Better than star fleet Is completing the feet of debugging by the pants of your seat The […]

Fleshy white and pink blooms cupped together In a straggely tree that an old woman tends Blooms that do not keep for drying or pressing Nor steep for perfume Large thick blooms, clumsy some would say The ache to preserve the wonder burns A fleeting beauty like the wrinkled hands that tend it