Short poems

Walk away like yesterday.

Walk away like yesterday.

07/12/17

Oh please,

You walk away like yesterday was just another quest for tomorrow.

Tomorrow the rainbow of grey, none colours and perforated party strings.

Broken diamonds, crisp shards of fake zircons and ghostly screams.

Hellish abundance like lucifer himself lit that Christmas tree, skull baubles, blazing faces of disgraceful misplaced, heart shaped coffin cases, like lost loves to cigarette burns where the mark heals but the place still burns.

Oh please, you walk away like yesterday was just another quest for tomorrow.

Goodbye walk the road with both your happiness and sorrow.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Hide and seek.

Hide and seek.

06/12/17

Be that soothing memory, that musical tune, the “Baby it’s a love thing”, the covers, the room.

Be the solemn promise from the sunset to the womb.

Write my name in lipstick as you dream of being wed.

The subtle hue of perfume still draws across my bed.

You didn’t answer my calls.

My messages were left for weeks.

I don’t know what you’re doing.

I don’t like this hide and seek.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Endlessly Winking.

Endlessly winking.

05/12/17

Tonight the shutter winked endlessly, capturing your memories until you were nothing but a blur in the aura of candlelight.

I was as cold as I was warmed.

You saw through me until we were one another’s memory.

I just hope you recall as often as I do.

Sleep until the day we meet again.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Mud

Mud

09/12/17

Blazing saddles of stagnant glory.

How the water doesn’t heal but pours before me.

I see the cleansing heated clear meaning, natural and sparkly features of the believing and I sit in blazing saddles of stagnant glory.

Writing, writing and rewriting my own one word story.

Mud – the autobiography.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Deserving.

Deserving.

01/06/13

The best of both worlds is in your hands.

Don’t make dreams and don’t make plans.

You may love and live and learn.

Another’s problems aren’t your concern.

Free your mind of guilt and pain.

The answers are questions with no time frame.

Enjoy each minute as the best of both worlds.

Because it’s not where you were it’s what do you deserve?

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

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Confidence capsized.

Confidence capsized.

19/08/13

Confidence capsized only truth through a lovers eyes supporting viaducts that do not work.

No transport chain, no way to work.

Confidence abundant change the word, pick up the trident.

Shower the world with aqueduct tears.

For you, for the dancing for the cheers.

Same again and same again moody blues to numb the pain.

Meditation, witchcraft, therapy and a forced laugh.

Age old clouds in my head surely I’d be better off – wait a minute, time to sin?

Welcome old friend fate, let it win. Who’s to say it’ll have the last laugh?

You might feel stupid but you’re certainly not daft.

The glint in your eyes from power not cries you know that’s where the confidence lies.

It’s not in the lines nor all in a book it’s deep in the soul you’ll find in my look.

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

 

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At night.

At Night.

17/08/13

Lightening climbs.

Igniting flames.

The lovers looks.

The dancing game.

Smooth and suave.

Swift in motion.

Allowed to drive.

The air a cushion.

Flying together.

Eyes alight.

Becoming one.

Alive at night.

Passion killer.

Brought the crunch.

Broken down.

A different bunch.

Group of guys.

A solid team.

Divided up.

A broken dream.

Tattered edges.

Torn inside.

No other choice but stand and fight.

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

 

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