jesus

i thought i saw him
you know - just once
looking down at my cheese plate.
that certain, sober bearded face
with a lacklustre grin
and the holiest of holies
was held in my hand. but not swiss.
and perhaps that alone
should convince me - it's far
more than some go by
but it's just cheese, it's just cheese

moleskine

crakced open a new moleskine. decided it needed a bit of warning incase i lose it - so here's the promise i wrote in the front. translation - if you don't publish these, I will haunt you.


If you are reading this
I'm sorry. You're tied
To a promise.
The last will and testament
Of Elliot M. Fry;
All of my poems
Each last, lingering line
Publish them all
To be read all of time.
Fear to the man
Who disregards this oath
For I'll pester from the bones
Or with ashes, choke.

random

this one is old but i still like it

like peas and carrots

when things go together it's very easy to see

on a plate peas and carrots, they just agree

or crackers and cheese, we're intertwined

two people combined

so deeply, madly, really, in love.

that when it's time to go, they can't let go of

eachothers arms, so they climb back into bed

for eachothers charms, he kisses her head

just lying there doing nothing at all

iris to iris, heart to heart, world so small.

sonnet

i've been reading many sonnets for english literature in college, so here's one i wrote myself in that sort of shakespearean style

sonnet for sleep

when betwixt the twighlight light

upon pillow doth thine sweet head find

and steal slumber from skies sun bright

which modern age hath much maligned

and if thy thoughts twist and turn t'dreams

I fruitlessly ask to think of naught but me

in failure still your beauty redeems

mine eyes hold vision shape aphrodite

so you do not stir, awhile I contemplate

thy waist, thy breast, thy eyes, thy face

for circle dawning moment of eyes i await

a moment more cannot I without embrace

but fret not that the end of your sleep is nigh

for there is no better waking than with you and I

barbie

They tell me about how they've tried to find

The perfect girl with blue eyes kind

And golden locks and a figure fine,

And a yard wide smile with teeth that shine

So, mainly, sexy, popular and rich

Doesnt matter if she's not a bitch

A large catalog of trivial things

Is what they believe true happiness brings

But I really havn't the heart

To tell them what to you I will now impart

That this girl exists, gathering dust,

All pretty and blonde with large bust

Just sitting lonley opon a bedroom shelf,

Hi, barbie's her name - i'll pass myself

She's hollow and plastic and lacks a brain,

With millions of copies of her all the same.

something

A tiny tug and a loud heart thud

All slowed down. And a lungful of mud

Catch quick breath to loose it again

For fear and fear of fear are the same

Then takes and blocks your throat to speak

Averts your eyes, forces your knees weak

With pumping blood

And tear ducts flood

The only thing left to hear

Is the fear, the fear, the fear, the fear.

current

this is what i just wrote in a snap, kind of something current.

voice from another time

remote, fond, mine

traverse the sea

in wires for me

soul to soul phone line

And this is something a few months at least old :)

i wish i had something to spend on her,

but I dont, so this poem i've penned.

though the last few weeks have been a blur,

there's not a moment i'd amend.

see,it's not been long since we met

and it could have never happened at all

if you'd not gone, then i'd regret

never meeting you, i'd never recall

that first glance of your pretty face

and the way your eyes came up to find

mine, and everything i planned to say had been erased

all the words in my mouth thrown out of my mind.

Ok, I haven't posted in a couple of days so here we go, 3 poems today. The first is from my collection and I wrote it a good while back. I think i stole the first line from someone but the rest is original

She talks with the tongue of a foreign mother,
The language barrier bangs and clangs as she speaks.
So, instead, we'll talk in lover,
Kisses carefully placed on her cheeks.

For every word that goes unspoken,
Five are said in her eyes.
But now she's gone and I'm broken,
And our sweet dialect dies.

this second poem is something i wrote yesterday, actually as a song. It was a verse but i liked it more as a poem. It's very simple in it's wording but sometimes things are more powerful when they're simple.

she says "i want to see the world"

but she's such a little girl

she says "i'm not sure where i'm heading

all i know is i want to go"

and that's a place that i know exists

but where it is i just don't know

you'll find it, trust me on this

lets just smile and take it slow

and just to finish, a short one, written for my girlfriend after a very special time on the back of a random scrap of paper :) i'm glad she saved it

she turns, smiles and says
"i don't feel awkward" displays
a real penchant for
heart wrenching amore
if only she'd stay for days

heavy stuff

I decided to go for a more heavy theme on this one, which i kind of snap wrote today.

Hope anyone likes it

when our children ask us why

we dropped those bombs

then watched grown men on the television cry

when they quietly enquire how did

we live with ourselves

when we were the ones who allowed it

will we tell them, well, our brave heroes fought for justice

against terror, for us all?

will we tell them that it was a just cause

liberating foreign soil?

well, I think it's more about what's underneath,

i'll tell them we traded blood for oil.

random poems from my collection

Here's a couple of poems, the first i wrote a few months back for someone. It's a bit personal but I want to post everything I have because I'm bored of not showing people!

eyes with a drop of iodine

a whole soul

laid bare in a stare

gaze opon gaze touch mine

rows of straight speech recall

her pearls to chew

opon the food

on her table arable to enthrall

turns heads with her flowing curves

every dip of a hip

rare swish of hair

makes me stutter from utter nerves

my heart is packaged; tied by string

to be unwrapped

sworn to be torn

by the one whom i love everything

The second is a bit unconventional in rhyming scheme, a bit random but I kind of like it:

life is full of murmurs

over coffee, over cigarettes

they're talking about you

well - you hope they are

because it's better than not

because nothing more the human mind upsets

than thinking nobody cares a jot

they lack true interest

in the things you've done

only what a bore you've become

or nasty rumors about him & her

the threat of them finding out does not deter

so when the conversation swings my way

and everyone asks what i've got to say

i don't offer my opinion.

and when i'm disregarded for this

I blankly stare and just smile,

I just smile.

Anyway, i hope you liked these too, but just post any comments bad or good appreciated

first post

This is my first blog post, i'm not going to post the stuff I write here all the time, and I'm not going to post what i've written in any form of chronology, maybe just what I want to show... So I suppose let's go:

The great love poet

John Donne once said

"we're a compass,

our two legs spread

and one follows behind

till they're wed"

but that's not us

we're a pencil instead

both of us the body

both of us the lead

drawing a path together

always looking ahead

and when we're done writing

the words will be read.

I hope you like it, but feel free to post what you do or do not like about anything, i'm all ears. Anyway, that's all for now!