Kiss

A blood kiss, tongues exchanged,
Red lips, seductive,
A blood kiss, proves my love,
Cold, so very cold,
A blood kiss, marriage vows of hell,
A dying heart.
A blood kiss, be forever mine,
A last breath,
A blood kiss, love is death,
A corpse.

Undeath.

Hiroshima Haiku and Others

A heavy red sun
struggles to shine through the cloud -
A mushroom flowers.

Charcoal stained the road
like the shadow of a girl -
The white light faded.

Fresh noodles swimming
in a sea of Miso soup -
Like eels making love.

Crows fly past the sun
casting shadows of autumn –
The summer turns cold.

The Cicada sings
shrill songs in the desert heat -
The plants wilt and die.

Chapatiwocky

By Peter Cole

'Twas Balti and the Saag Aloo
Did Murgh Makhani Rhogan Josh
All Methi were the Vindaloos
And the Madras Tok Gosht.

Beware the Pathia my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the Tandoori and shun
the Chicken Hasnabad.

He took his Handi Prawn in hand,
Long time the Mughlai foe he sought
So rested he by the Thali tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in Pilau Rice he stood
The Pathia with eyes of flame
Came Shashlik through Tandoori Trout
And Rasam as it came.

One, two! One, two! And through and through!
The Sobji Cakes went Chicken Chat.
He left it dead and with its head
He went Pakora back.

And hast thou slain the Pathia?
Come to my arms my Bhaji boy!
Peshwari Naan, kheema, korma
Niramish in his joy.

'Twas Balti and the Saag Aloo
Did Murgh Makhani Rhogan Josh
All Methi were the Vindaloos
And the Madras Tok Gosht.

Thank you Peter.

Voodoo Dolly

She pushed sharp pins
Into the doll
In her hand
It looked

Like me

She pushed a pin
Into it’s head

I thought about her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s eye

I saw her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s ear

I heard her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s foot

I went to her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s arm

I held her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s mouth

I kissed her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s hand

I caressed her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s groin

I took her

She pushed a pin
Into it’s heart

I died.

Laguna Anjuna and Spots

Gorgeous white sands
With us holding hands
Crystal clear sea
Us kissing with glee
Laguna Anjuna
I wish it was sooner……

Charlotte
You get the hots
When you burst my spots
Your bits start to twitch
And you get that itch…
Charlotte,
When your bits start twitching
I’ll scratch that itching...

Tin Can

Tin Can was once full…
What was held by Tin Can got used up
Tin Can was empty and useless
Tin Can was tossed away and caught by the sea
Tin Can floats in the sea feeling weightlessness
It is embraced and surrounded by the sea
It is enveloped and supported by the sea
Tin Can has no destiny of it's own
Tin Can has no will of it's own
Tin Can goes only where the sea takes it
Where the moon tides pull it
Where the wind blows the sea

The sea does not choose it's own path
The sea produces life, the sea nurtures life
Deep within the sea this life goes on
This life is part of the sea
The life within the sea, created by the sea
Has a destiny of it's own, is protected by the sea
Life goes where it wants to, will go on regardless
Tin Can is not protected, has no destiny of it's own
Tin Can can only sit on the surface of the sea
Tin Can will never be part of the sea
Tin Can can only sit on the surface
Being carried along with the sea
Where the tide and the wind take them all

The wind is a force that acts on the sea
The wind creates storms, the wind makes waves
The sea gets wild, the sea gets angry
Tin Can is beaten by this anger
Tin Can gets tossed around by waves
The sea cannot help it
The sea has no control over the wind
The sea cannot help what it does to Tin Can

During it's life the sea has picked up
The detritus that others have thrown away
This flotsam and jetsam beat on Tin Can too
Tin Can can do nothing but be carried along
Beaten by the flotsam and jetsam the sea has picked up
Tin Can has no choice but to float with the sea
The sea is all Tin Can has got
The sea is all Tin Can needs to stay afloat
Tin Can needs the sea
The sea does not need Tin Can

A high tide… one stormy night
The wind blows and the moon pulls
The sea washes Tin Can ashore
Tin Can sits at the high tide mark
Alone…
Tin Can can only sit there
No longer embraced, no longer supported
No longer carried along
Tin Can just sits and waits
Waiting for someone to pick it up
Waiting to be recycled
Waiting to be crushed and melted down
Waiting to be turned into something new…

StrangeLove

How strange it is.....

When before I met you
I was resigned to a life without you
Not you, you understand
But all that you stand for

How little I knew about love
I knew what I wanted, but
I didn't know what it was
Until you came and showed me.

Love I thought, was something
One felt, that made all the hurt
Go away. Love, it seems,
Is wanting to make someone elses
Hurt go away.

How I long to do that
For you
How I yearn for a time when
I can be like a balm that
Soothes your soul and
Kisses your tender heart better
At the end of each
Weary day as I run your bath.

How I long to hold you tightly
When it feels to you as though
The world has got the
Better of you again
And when you struggle to find
A reason to keep on going.

To be the smile at the end
Of each tiresome day
To be a reason to come home
To be a reason that home
Is home and a reason that the days
Don't even seem so tiresome.

To be the one to warm your bed
On long cold winter nights
To be the one you cling to
When nightmares come to
Haunt you, in darkness, during sleep.

To be the one to cool you down
To notice as I watch you sleeping
That the summer heat
Is just too much, to take the
Covers from your body, to ease your sleep.

To be the one to wake you
To make the start of each new day
A celebration, a new beginning
Another day to share, to laugh
To have, to hold and love
Each other.

I want to be
All these things
To you my dear.
For you are all
These things to me.

And more...

Possession

Who am I? We said,
Who are we? They said,
Who are you? We said,
Who are they? I said,
What am I? You asked,
What are you? They asked,
How many of you? I asked,
One of each, They said,
All together? I asked,
You’re with us, They said
We Know who I am, You said,
I know who you are, We said,
Who are we? We all asked,
We are Legion, I said
For we are many, They said.

Clouds

Clouds
Rain Clouds,
Harbingers of troubled times
Soft clouds, pastel coloured
Drifting in cobalt skies
Heavy, pregnant, feculent,
Storm clouds,
Pressing down on me
Crushing my soul
Cotton wool clouds
In a sky we used to share

Each of these clouds
Has a silver lining
It’s said

I wish to scrape some off
And keep it

I only have small pockets
I only have small dreams
I only want a little

Of that silver lining

Clouds
Contrails to a distant lands
Drift in the wake of holidays
High, misty clouds
Obscuring the stars
We used to share
Small fast clouds
Racing in the wind
Immense winter clouds
From horizon to horizon
Smother me

If there be a king of clouds
Grant me one small wish
Some silver lining please

My prayers to God
They do not work

“My dreams are small…
I’m incomplete and
Unfulfilled.”

Some silver lining

I need some now

Thank you to Lulu's Lines for inspiration