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Fruitcake (Poem from Book)

The following poem is the second poem to my book, Welcome to the Sombre Days. The book is digitally available for pre-order on Kindle, and will be also available on paperback, both released on 9th March. The first poem of the collection is Dancing Queen.

Fruitcake

Sour sweets

induce a sugar rush

in my veins;

my eyes squint.

Chocolate hugs

lift me up,

they melt as they wrap me

in loving warmth.

Confections for

breakfast, lunch and dinner –

there is never a bad time.

Gelid ice-cream

battles against

my sensitive teeth,

each bite worth the pain.

* * *

If I am what I eat,

then that must be why

some call me sweet

and others call me

Fruitcake.

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Dancing Queen (Poem from Book)

“Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the stage”,

followed by a drumroll

before the announcer continues,

“the Dancing Queen,

Jeremy!”

The spotlights escort me

as I emerge

from behind the shadows,

dancing,

I am the star tonight.

My blood

feels the motion

of the musical ocean,

and together,

we carry you to shore

where our waves crash.

As the confetti descends from the sky,

the symphony fades,

and you return to a grim reality,

grateful for the tour

to a world of fantasy.

~

The following poem is the first poem to my book, Welcome to the Sombre Days. The book is digitally available for pre-order on Kindle, and will be also available on paperback, both released on 9th March.

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Welcome to the Sombre Days – Announcement

On the 9th of March, I will be releasing a full-length poetry collection, called Welcome to the Sombre Days. In the next seven days, I will be posting a poem each day to give you a taster. I have already posted the Forward, which can be found on the page Welcome to the Sombre Days.

Welcome to the Sombre Days is my autobiographical story told in eighty-eight poems. This includes themes of religious upbringing, sexual orientation and coming of age, depression and mental health, identity and relationships.

I will be looking forward to share more about this in the near future! Stay Tuned!

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Doom

A shuttle lands on uneven terrain.

The door slides open;

stale breaths and odours of sweat

escape into a foreign atmosphere.

Ten feet touch sturdy rock,

walking on an unfamiliar surface.

Humanity’s fate lies in their hands;

their ancestors long ago doomed Earth

with their toxic fumes and plastic seas.

A sliver of hope –

science sent-off an interstellar ship

to search for a new home.

An exploration that lasted centuries.

Hope was passed on

from one generation to another,

an everlasting flame that dimmed

each time it was passed on to fresher hands.

Amongst black holes and bright stars,

a catastrophic danger went undetected.

In the darkness of the dwindling fire,

blinded people lost their way –

logic flawed and emotion run wild:

“The universe must be punishing us.”

The eternal ship met its mortal fate: self-destruction.

Through an emergency shuttle,

five survivors escaped the assassination

from the devotees who sought

to end the human race

and the curse that lingers in their wake.

They landed, safely, on a planet

where life was strife,

where water streamed upwards

– they stood a chance

to build anew a colony,

repopulate the species.

This time, luck was on their side,

but it would be foolish

to bet all their chips – (Russian roulette).

Instead, they turn to faith,

and build a shrine,

for a god to lead their way.

The same god:

in whose name, the ship was annihilated;

in whose name, human lives were massacred;

in whose name, Earth was doomed to its cruel fate.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit.

If you would like to support me, check out my book The A to Z of You and Me, which is available on Amazon & Kindle.

Captive

Her gaze is lost

among the bubbles

of the boiling water.

Uncooked pasta stands on the counter,

nervously expecting its timely death.

Arya sets her floral apron

to fit nicely along her waist;

she pours the pasta in the pan

and sets the timer:

the ticking reminds her

of her youth going to waste.

She loves baking –

cooking is not the same:

plain and boring,

dull work for the woman

with artistic ambitions.

Her icy blue skin means

she will never fit in;

an outcast with alien blood.

Enslaved by vicious ruminations,

she forever stirs pots of pasta

while her head sinks in sorrow.

A peek at the calendar

hanging on the wall:

seven weeks until she holds a piping bag

in her moisturised hands

to decorate Maggie’s birthday cake.

Until then, seven weeks

of cooking boring meals,

washing dishes,

doing laundry,

cleaning floors.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit as part of The Sims Diaries.

If you would like to support me, check out my book The A to Z of You and Me, which is available on Amazon & Kindle.

Autumn Vertigo

With my eyes shut,

I sway to the motions of a gentle breeze,

scattering crisps leaves around my roots.

My ears alert:

a fallen branch snaps in two.

Eyes wide open, dilated in panic,

trespassers rustling leaves nearby;

I inhale a stretched breath.

Anxious,

my body is sticky with sweaty sap:

I only know how to play dead.

Eyes closed once more,

praying that I will be unharmed,

but this time, I am wrong.

Fate has come to collect its dues,

the birds cry –

I was their nest.

Sharp stabs right in my gut,

consciousness is fading.

Another jab,

this time, they hit below the belt.

My head spinning,

body losing balance.

This must be vertigo.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit.

If you would like to support me, check out my book The A to Z of You and Me, which is available on Amazon & Kindle.

Swanlike

Under the trees

where the bluebirds sing,

I bathe in a hot spring.

The bubbling warmth

heals the ache

of my sore body.

Renewed,

my mind encapsuled by serenity;

water gracefully slides

off my naked body –

pale skin glistening in sunlight.

Swanlike, I breathe

as one with the gentle breeze.

Feathers and leaves

dance around my feet:

my heart is the fuel

to an everlasting bonfire.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit.

If you would like to support me, check out my book The A to Z of You and Me, which is available on Amazon & Kindle.

Eternal Torment

Desolation’s mistress

wailing in agony,

her fate hexed by

her lover’s spouse,

Misery.

she pursued death

in a pond of Sorrow,

awoken by a peck on her lips,

a wrath of Fury unleashed

from deep within.

with her shaking hands

she clasped Remorse,

her chest pierced

by the dagger

she honed.

a damned eternity

Tormented by retribution,

her vile heart

had long forecast

tempests of self-Loathing.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit.

If you would like to support me, check out my book The A to Z of You and Me, which is available on Amazon & Kindle.

Masked

Unamused,

like a daughter that receives

a Barbie doll on her sweet sixteenth.

My face wears a pretentious mask,

your ego contained in a balloon –

in my hands lies the power

to burst it or let it deflate.

Upon release,

your strings tie around my wrist.

Frustration builds up

like rain water in a well;

an overflowing rage – uncontainable.

The mask falls of,

uncovers:

a smile forcibly sewn onto mouth.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit.

If you would like to support me, check out my book The A to Z of You and Me, which is available on Amazon & Kindle.

When You’re Gay – Spoken Word Poem #7

Upon the great feedback that When You’re Gay has received, I have adapted it into a spoken word poem.

When you’re gay

dating is just the same

as if you were straight.

Except,

instead of holding hands,

you walk behind him

to avoid being harassed.

Except,

instead of gazing deeply into his eyes,

you make sure no stranger is staring

when you go in for a kiss.

Except,

instead of enjoying the bliss

of a loving embrace,

you protect yourselves

from the man with bulging eyes

who repeatedly shouts

at the top of his lungs:

“The bible says,

one man and one woman,

one man and one woman!”

Then, you spend the rest

of your evening

calming down your date

who no longer feels safe

being held in your arms.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit.

If you would like to support me, check out my book The A to Z of You and Me, which is available on Amazon & Kindle.