Yogic Yarn

Micro poem with video Family ties and yogic knots,Brotherly love and headstands,One with the wildflowers, Offering support without hands. Freshly home in the UK, catching up on some yoga and yarns with my (not so) little brother. © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, letContinue reading “Yogic Yarn”

Home

Tanka Bittersweet goodbyes…Pages turn with the seasonsWinter kisses SummerTechnicolour brushed dreamscape- We fly into the sunset. Not far from home now. You can read a bit more about my thoughts and feelings on going home, here. I’ve arrived in Changi, Singapore, from Hobart, Tasmania, via Sydney, Australia, ready and braced to catch my final flightContinue reading “Home”

United Thinking

Flash Fiction She lay awake. Flickers of bright ideas in the dark hours; hot enough to melt the rest of her thoughts, as candle wax, out the ears. She was restlessly focused – vocally restless, she sat bolt upright with an uninvited gasp. “Crucial to finding the way is this – there is no beginningContinue reading “United Thinking”

The Final Days

Thinking & Feeling So, after more than two years, the time has finally come – I’m going home. Home being, to no home… well, not entirely true; to my parents home, actually – gratefully – but not really my home, not anymore, and it hasn’t been for some time. That said, “home” will always beContinue reading “The Final Days”

Beast of Burden

A poem with Symploce, using Anaphora and Epiphora Beast of burden, am I, who carries this imp on my chest, purring, like an acid trip gone wrong, in sobriety, shivers of anxiety, sending vibrations through my being, I feel your breath, as a hum, in my body, an itch, as fleas, to beggars, corrupting, withContinue reading “Beast of Burden”

Backpacker Barbecue Guide

For traveling Australia What do backpackers eat? I know, I know, it’s the question which keeps you up at night. Oh, it’s not? I wish you told me that earlier. Anyway… To those who have never experienced the van life, they may imagine a scraggly type, in boho genie pants, ornate with Thai motif, sharingContinue reading “Backpacker Barbecue Guide”

When Life Gives You Lemons

A poem in couplets They say; when life gives you lemons, make lemonade,I like their optimism; let’s put that in retrograde! When life gives you vanilla, add lemons,When everything is beige, go bronze! Get some sun, top up your vitamin D,Or, a squeeze of lemon, for your vitamin C! When you’re feeling flat, and notContinue reading “When Life Gives You Lemons”

Witchcraft

A poem in free verse Dropping from her lexicon,As weighted hands,Dusted in earth,That spank the hide,Ringing in drummers ears,The rhythm of her voice,tames beasts of the desert,To her side She woke the creatures, Nipping bloody,At her heels,Tearing flesh,In trance,Deep into the darkness’,Insentient recess,Till the moon,Enriched her juices -Refreshed,She danced to the beating,of stretched skin,Soothing theContinue reading “Witchcraft”

Opulent Ornamentals & Ponderous Peculiarities

A Quadrille Poem Lent, swaying, pitched on his chair, twirling stache, the devils red hair, Purveying contents, edge of his rocker; curio cabinet/luridness locker, – Prismatic jarred oddities, of wonder and fright, fingers of sunbeam, lambent light, Refractions, grotesque and exquisite – patiently planning, his heads own exhibit. Poem by © Darius the Mate WrittenContinue reading “Opulent Ornamentals & Ponderous Peculiarities”

Winters Breath

A Shakespearean Sonnet from the Southern Hemisphere As autumn crumbles into brittle parts,And lifted on a whisper of winters breath,Another season of the year departs,The clouds brief tears bear mourning of its death, Cold snatches the pearls of heavenly birth,To sprinkle twee crystal parcels in lieu,Bewitching giggling streams in sheets of mirth,Primed for pebbles toContinue reading “Winters Breath”

First Kiss

A poem in free verse The air was lively and brisk,The earth was homely and accommodating,The water trickled nearby with a zestful chirrup,The sky was feeling wild and experimental, The boy was nervous,The girl was calm, She lent forward, on the invitation of a flutter beneath his shirt,He met her with darting eyes which searchedContinue reading “First Kiss”

Trading Cards

Double Tanka Pokémon Poem Bitter is the boy,Who traded Pokémon cards,For the next mans dream,Worthless paper promises,Which bring him no warmth inside, ~Years increase value,Some seek that which gave them joy,Whilst collectors laugh,Becoming Pocket Monsters -Life is a trading card game. Poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connectContinue reading “Trading Cards”

Sand Castles

A poem in free verse We build our castle in the sand,standing proud, upright and pristine, buckets of expectation, become the mould, shaped according to its vessel, its straight edges can’t defy the breeze, the winds of changeGrains lifted, airborne, one here, one there, but it holds its form, threatened with nothing of substance, lightContinue reading “Sand Castles”

Lost Kitten

Tanka Sometimes, we get lost -Kitten on a busy road,Arched back and frightened,Uncertainty all around,- Which way to not get flattened? Poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow forContinue reading “Lost Kitten”

False Prophet

A poem in free verse Overloaded with the vision, I spill parables, seen through the incision, of the all seeing eye, They dribble the chin, dragged up on the sins, they douse, Through the orifices, Of my inner self, On revelations, I gift their wealth, in my wisdom, Spewed at length, words falling, from stylisingContinue reading “False Prophet”

Out for Blood

Haibun; prose and haiku I sit, my women by my side, with legs dangling – as the moon in the sky – out the back doors of the van, facing out across the Bass Strait, to the mainland of Australia, from my coastal cradle in Tasmania, rocked by a chilling wind which tightens the air.Continue reading “Out for Blood”

Grumps

A poem in free verse A knock in three,I rise for thee,but, barely see, through the cigarettes,which went down for breakfast, two more worries at the door;I’ve been dreading this day,the Grandchildren come to play, One more second of peace before… Shrieking! uninvited joy,through the musty corridors,and into the high walled garden,the plants suffer,where attentionsContinue reading “Grumps”

The Lion Queen

A poem She is my Lion Queen,Rolling beneath white linen, As sun rises over the scene,“Everything the light touches is our kingdom”,Bodies dressed in gold,As eyes patter out curled lashes,Diaphragms breathe bold,My mane nuzzles in her neck,I am her Lion King,Protecting the pride,But, she – she is my everything,Deep inside – she is the roarContinue reading “The Lion Queen”

Judgement

A poem in free verse Duality; life and death,A new journey beckons me from the Duat,The strength to inhale each breath becomes onerous,The Kingdom of Osiris awaits, Judgement awaits.Who dictates my life,But for my own heart, Balanced against the feather of Ma’at,Judge away,For I am free of sin,Ready to address my assessors,A simple man,Who splitContinue reading “Judgement”

Triumphal Arches

Sicilian octave (strambotto) My pearl, who’s skin shimmers as nacre in light, Firm as carved marble, enduring as Greek bust, Breasts swollen from rolling meadows fertile night, The hollows of triumphal arch’s, toast lust, A song of three heartbeats, will the bard recite, My love, sharp as the sword which can never rust, Honed bladeContinue reading “Triumphal Arches”

Where Fireflies Dance

A poem in free verse The dark centres of her eyes call to me as sirens,across savage oceans of bubbling seafoam –green and brown heterochromatic whirlpools –that suck men under.I would be foolish,a foolish man,to think there was any salvation to be found inside,yet this voyage has thrashed any resilience I might have had.I leanContinue reading “Where Fireflies Dance”

As Ants

Naani Carrying ideas aloft, Greater than their bearer, We march in droves, as ants, Through the garden of time. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for moreContinue reading “As Ants”

The Pearl

Tanka A gift and a curse ~I crave the out of reach pearl,Breath trails in bubbles,Diving deep into limits,~ All for glory… or ruin. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think inContinue reading “The Pearl”

The Fall

A poem in free verse I cannot stretch my mind to find the cure,In as far,As I cannot stretch enough my muscles,I can’t even carry my own weight,Lest attempt the burden and trouble,That I drag on my heels,These sinews are strained,Uncooperative, stubborn, fickle,Beaten up and corrupted from years of abuse,For excess, or success,Battling hurdles inContinue reading “The Fall”

The Gorge

Haiku Scorched in hellfire – The sly emerald serpent, Gorged on crocodiles. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice! https://nicecissist.blog Playing with Words

Waltz of the Ages

A Waltz poem All for a piece of land,A city old as script,There was blood in the sand, Long before prophets gripped,Canaanites built the bones,Laid stones that formed great walls,Ancient foes cast no stones,In heat of West Bank brawls,Where rockets dance at night,Fear twinkles behind eyes,Right to left, left to right,Both claim principle ties,Twelve TribesContinue reading “Waltz of the Ages”

Ode to Owen

An Ode to Wilfred Owen in the style of ‘Dulce et decorum est’ Knives carve off limbs, flesh torn, dangling, serrated,As skin mangled from claws on Christmas Turkey,In war cries, angry men’s lives are narrated,The line between liberation and invasion is ever murky,Boys with blood sullied hands grip hair on severed heads,Those that could haveContinue reading “Ode to Owen”

Open Wound

Quadrille poem Past to the flames,Burn away,on the pyre,Intensifies in fire,Dancing behind eyes,Embers crack and fall,Turn to ash,Cauterise open wounds,Seal the tomb,Leave no name,There’s no blame,Just seared flesh,Wound with bandages, Of dreams and promise. Written for dVerses Quadrille Monday (its long been Tuesday here in Tasmania); create a poem in 44 words. Today we’re celebratingContinue reading “Open Wound”

Industrial Evolution

Chueh-chu poem Train tracks, Long since used, Steam trailed, Where steel cruised, Towns thrived, Lost to time, Bled raw, Till veins bruised, For self, Or for state, False wars, Need/greed fused, Strange suns, Host harsh boots In death, Black gold oozed. Chueh-chu is a Chinese form of poetry. For my first Chueh-chu, I decided toContinue reading “Industrial Evolution”

Smile

A Limerick and a Cinquain poem Limerick A Wife’s wisdom My wife had her wisdom tooth removed, Dinner of ice cream wisely approved, I wanted some quiet, I’m on a grief diet, Now she cold, but the mood has improved. (True story) Cinquain Humour – Laughter Therapy, Nourishing, Revitalising, Enhancing, Take “it” less seriously, ⁃Continue reading “Smile”

Plagued

Tanka Buried emotions,Mass casualties of a plague,In a shallow grave – The burden of humankind,Below the surface, rotting. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice!Continue reading “Plagued”

Popcorn

Haiku Buttery popcorn – Melts into the crisp vistas Azureous bowl. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice! https://nicecissist.blog Exploring mental and physical

Biblioklept

A poem Leather bound, ornate and well read,Her fingers kneaded the cover,Shes a faithful bibliophile,A collector and book lover,An impulse latched her true desire,Eyes scanned around, that which enticed,Casing the library, before,Furtively committing the heist,With a sly slight of hand she slipped,The book from table to pocket,A devious dart to the door,She was away likeContinue reading “Biblioklept”

Rebellious Annie

Flash Fiction Ten toes twitching with taut tremors like feeling tentacles. This is not poetry; this is hell. He collapsed backward, a laboured wilting of limbs and lifeforce, drew him to the earth. My eyes lined up with the soles of his feet, where his muscles spasmed with a last display of virility. “Coba lariContinue reading “Rebellious Annie”

Blue Planet

A poem in 15 couplets Violent storms savaged the vessel,In unyielding torrents, wrestle,My makeshift raft bobs on the swell,Bound for the inky depths of hell,Ship plunged down to the oceans deep,Hopes adrift, what fingers can’t keep,Indian Ocean, heavy hue,Swallowed up the souls of my crew,Woe! Beneath, water beats, fins peek,Despair lapping, over rolls, bleak,Wet cloth,Continue reading “Blue Planet”

Ruby

A memorial poem, for a cherished dog It’s been four years since my childhood companion passed away. I would like to share this poem I wrote for her. She deserves to be celebrated. For Ruby, Imperfectly perfect,Wrong, but just right,Long snout, bow legs, a nervous disposition,To shake without cause for fright,’Runt of the litter’,An easyContinue reading “Ruby”

The Hangman and the Heart

Flash Fiction I jostled for a pocket of airspace to observe – pried between shoulders of my ignoble peers, on tips of toes, peaking past plebeians. On tongues, the congested cobble stones roared with a frenzy at the culmination of the longest trial in the Shires history. The gallows stood stoically, silent, raised above theContinue reading “The Hangman and the Heart”

The City

Tanka Light on dark waters -A network of sentience,Moving together,Individually felt,Two worlds, existing at once. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice! https://nicecissist.blog Exploring mentalContinue reading “The City”

Deliberate

A poem Vicissitudes of fortune, Teased by reality, Youth wore a mask and cape, Flavour of mortality, I’m not superman, Pill of kryptonite a day, Swallowed with salt water, Gives the doctor their pay, Routine checkups, End up with a shackle, No meat on the bone, Been fed on by the jackal, Having desperate dilations,Continue reading “Deliberate”

Tessellated

Haiku Tessellating waves – Primordial masonry,Set by natures hands. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice! https://nicecissist.blog Exploring mental and physical

Power to the Poet

A Fibonacci poem To Write As the Pen wishes No choice of dishes Politely eat what you’re given. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice!Continue reading “Power to the Poet”

A Letter

A mirrored Fibonacci poem She writes a letter of goodbye, Seals it with a kiss, Tears fall down, But she’s, Now Free He Sees His name By her hand He already knows It’s not going to be good news. I mirrored a Fibonacci to create a syllable count of 8–5–3–2–1–1–1–1–2–3–5–8, to attempt to illustrate theContinue reading “A Letter”

Reality Hits

Palinode to “Dreaming High” Prelude: Dreaming HighMum, said I, can I fly, with the birds in the sky?Yes, you can, before sleep, flap your thoughts, take a leap…Dreamt of wings, woke in bed, feathers dense, guilt in lead.Mum, said I, when birds die, do they fall from the sky? Palinode: Reality HitsMum, said I, asContinue reading “Reality Hits”

Another Morning Star

A nonet poem She is at home in words not spoken,The silence comes with a cute pout,Her wrath is a morning star, Hot, fast, and short to last,Flickered from the past,Those twinkling eyes,Shine on me, Burning,Wrath, Written to contrast Morning Star, a poem about love. This is my second nonet; a nine lined poem withContinue reading “Another Morning Star”

Snapshot: Rottnest Island

Short look + read photograph collections from places I’ve loved enough to capture. Rottnest Island, WA, Australia Rottnest Island is a popular tourist destination located 18km from the Australia mainland via a short ferry ride from Fremantle, Perth. The island has over 22km of cycling tracks, which link spectacular pristine beaches – kick back andContinue reading “Snapshot: Rottnest Island”

A Queen

A ghazal poem My Queens hands which hold my heart squeeze tender,Whilst lips which taste your body please tender, Neck sweat, pepper and spice, busy laneways,The bazaar where merchants try seize tender,Sultry Arabian nights will shiver,At shaking limbs, trembling, moist, tease tender,Moon blushed pale, sharing soft tongues in the dark,Wolves howling, teeth on skin, easeContinue reading “A Queen”

Lug the Legless

A narrative poem Prologue Forsaking I, to fend in the woods,Undertaking trials of great peril,Those Druid, beneath cloak and hood,Caste off to scavenge as a feral,I ran errands for my sacred leader,Listened at his feet as he versed,For my devotion, labelled a feeder,On a sacrifice of blood was cursed,Now, I crawl through the undergrowth,Bone ofContinue reading “Lug the Legless”

An Ugly Son #2

Short prose Find part 1 here Part 2 I thought he hated me because I was different, because the weeping, the laughter, the silence, of my three wretched faces, frightened him – appalled him – I was wrong. It was not that, it was how I so perfectly mirrored my mothers face, shifting, metamorphosing itselfContinue reading “An Ugly Son #2”