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”

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”

In the West

Quadrille poem He sat on his porch,From dawn till dusk,Chewed sunflower seeds,Spat out the husk,With that same ol’ sun,Nurturing yields,On the horizon, Tending the fields,The crop harvested,An empty chair,Sun sets in the West,Seeds in the air. My response to the prompt from dVerse. Quadrille Monday; create a 44 word poem, using the word “seed”. OriginalContinue reading “In the West”

Be the Dragon

Rhymed tanka Don’t try to please sheep,Be the Dragon of the keep, They stand, stare and bleat,Whilst your belly fills with meat,May your castle house riches. 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,Continue reading “Be the Dragon”

Calm Waters

Haiku Will of calm water -Exposes a sunken chest,Of inner treasures. 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 “Calm Waters”

Salt on the Path

Haiku Lingering snowfall,Fallen leaves of yesteryear -Salty stay the tears. 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

Words of Winedom

Tanka Questioning your worth – When you feel the odd one out, Don’t sell yourself short,In the end, there’s only you,Choose people as you would wine. 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 youContinue reading “Words of Winedom”

Wildlife

Wild and Free Versed The wildlife, don’t run in front of my wild-life, My wild wife, will give YOU trouble and strife,A cockney jingle, opposite words mingle,Leave this line single, Just because I can, Thoughtless cognition – a juxtaposition, My wild-life,Don’t run in front of my bees and honey, Keep that disposition sunny!For things willContinue reading “Wildlife”

Edge of the world

Haiku Edge of the day…The edge of the bay,Mountain view, so far away -Reminds me of you.Edge of the world,Tasmania. 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 forContinue reading “Edge of the world”

Electric Seahorse

A narrative poem I won an electric seahorse,From Gypsies at the fair,A Roma women sung to me,Behind onyx black hair,“Born to be free,Over thunderous waves,Roamed happily,Till mans reins did enslave,Caught in a net,Lost upon foreign lands, Now, he’s your pet,Thus fate rests in your hands”Homeward my electric seahorse,To drop it in the tank, It gallopedContinue reading “Electric Seahorse”

Gumtrees

Haibun Van rolling to a gentle stop, not in a hurry, handbrake on, door opens – met by zesty breeze. A new place – small town Tasmania – refreshing. Quaint – with its colonial architecture, painted and preserved with double edged pride – it could be rural England, except, we don’t have mountains like these,Continue reading “Gumtrees”

Folk Heart

A poetry pulsation Callused laymen hands, Dirtied with oil and grime,Sharpen the pencil,To whittle out rhyme,Carving a cadence,Humming whilst hewing,Fashioning fiction,From words that I’m chewing,The pulsing of my blood,Life of my art – I nurse, Untrained, unweaned, on the teat of poetic verse,Style and form adorns,A contemporary rune, Scratching out lettering, Syllables scattered and strewn,AsContinue reading “Folk Heart”

The laundromat

Haibun The laundromat is humming that anaesthetising old tune again. The washing machine says he’s sick of handling other peoples dirty laundry. The tumble dryer is going stir crazy that nobody appreciates his dry wit. I sprinkle some ‘Fresh Frangipani’ powder on the mundane. The concrete floor, washed with a grey gloss, is making meContinue reading “The laundromat”

A Little Chirp

I’m nothing special,Mere man with a mind,I like words written,Versed free, blank or rhymed,Partial to poems,That sing from the page,Birds will fly freely,Left open a cage,Swooping for morsels, Daylight robbery,The perp with the chirpThe crafty birdie,Perched on my shoulder,Tweeting in my ear, Push the pen this way, It makes itself clear,Little creations,It’s having a hoot,WeContinue reading “A Little Chirp”

Teacher

My mother, you taught me to tie laces,Now I walk on trails from my wildest dreams, My father, you showed me how to use tools,I’ve built adventures in nature’s extremes, My brother, you would once look up to me,I learn much from principles in your code, ~Teachers of life, unique style and mode~ To myContinue reading “Teacher”

The Bones

A cacophony of mongrel whines,The hounds gnaw at the bones,Gnarly fingers stroke at matted hairs,Pipes expel their gaping tones,A curdling ring in a set of three,Who calls in at this hour?Old lady joints creak to rise for thee,Worn as ground down flour,Vacant chair bears an entrenched hollow,Many years she sat and watched,As the window paneContinue reading “The Bones”

Sung from the page

Legs crossed in a figure 4, American style, to assert my dominance unconsciously – unnecessarily. Short clatter of glass and porcelain on the wooden table – a coffee – “Thank you” – dimples cove in cheeks – sugary smile returned. A library with a cafe… a winning combination. Balancing leg slides down over the topContinue reading “Sung from the page”

Harvest Season

A dry, savoury Southern Hemisphere sun, places an empyrean hand on my exposed cheek, almost hot to the point of discomfort, focused on one side, but with demure kisses of crisp autumnal wind tendering dotingly, it’s pleasantly tranquil – today promises to be clement and peaceable. Touches and kisses – A welcomed simplicity,Harvesting breaths, deep.Continue reading “Harvest Season”

Yearning for reunions

A Limerick from afar, Relax, there’ll always be work aplenty,Drink a beer and treat your body gently. Happy Birthday wishes Dad, From your eldest grown lad,Today, I’ll be missing you intently. Love, Darius I changed a few words from the original I wrote for my Dad, for the benefit of the reader, this version isContinue reading “Yearning for reunions”

Reclaims

Haiku Naked tree crooked -Old man walks by with hunched back,Lays flat in the earth. 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 “Reclaims”

Mirage!

I enjoyed writing my first sonnet yesterday, so, I wrote another one… Heartbeat sultry, alone in the desert, Your love is a caravan approaching, A nomads flask tipped gratefully, quenching, Lips to lips, thirsting for romances curt, Arid dust clouds gust to breathlessly flirt, Stirred sharp sand lashing, thrashing, entrenching, Pool of haven – mirage!Continue reading “Mirage!”

Sonnet the hedgehog

This is my attempt to give a Petrarchan sonnet a modern world twist. Snatched as prey in an eagles terse talons, New vantage over the landscape, dangling, Boiling up within, gushes a hot spring, Wet feverish lust, fired up neurons, Grey eyes howling, celebrated icons, Scuttling close, heart pierced by scorpions sting, Mortal wounding, beatsContinue reading “Sonnet the hedgehog”

Dreaming High

Mum, 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? This is my flutter at the prompt by dVerse. This poem usesContinue reading “Dreaming High”

Hai-ku-dos

Guiding hands to teachSenpai swept on Eastern winds –Greek marble endures. I wrote earlier in ‘Today, I bothered’, of wishing to diversify my poetic styles. I thought I would jump in gently – With a haiku… A Japanese poem in a 5, 7, 5 syllable pattern, containing a Kigo – a word or phrase thatContinue reading “Hai-ku-dos”

Today, I bothered

Bright page under-lights,Skin beneath my face,I space, thinking of the chase,To snare the catch, Rifled shot, ringing in my brain,Beastly words gushing from the vein,Beating through fingertips,Bleed spoils of my bother,Spurting black, eyes wide, I hover. I’ll admit, I’m a pretty one dimensional poet. I love rhymes and I don’t really deviate. I would likeContinue reading “Today, I bothered”

Duet

Porcelain promises,Pieces lain broken,Swept into corners,Long lost, unspoken, Pink poisoned lips,Hot spiteful lust,Sweet ceasefire kiss,Cold uncoiled thrust,Harmonies of bladed words,Sing into guts,Operatic precision, Deep melodic cuts,Jagged withdrawal,Two lonely rooms,Resolutions grow distant,In embittered wombs. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there.Continue reading “Duet”

Blocked

“People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” Albert Einstein Time piece on my wrist, Time piece on my wall,Time is everywhere,Yet there’s no time at all,Presentism is where we are,Stuck in our current state,In Possibilism, past and present exist, ButContinue reading “Blocked”

Feathered

Wind captures wings, Lifts up to see the things, That most people only see, In photographs and on tv, Metal birds up in the sky, When dreaming high… Means more than just sleeping on planes… Counting clouds beyond the windowpane. Wind captures wings, Fly the nest to see the things, Above cerulean reflections of theContinue reading “Feathered”

Eliza

Young life, ember burning bright, So jealous was the night, That it choked out your flame, Families sit in darkness, A long and barren starkness, Lives that will never be the same. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. SeeingContinue reading “Eliza”

Unconscious resolutions

Nocturnal thoughts coo from the past, In the twilight of my waking hour, To lay upon the palate, Spoon fed on morsels sour, Unforgotten grievances morph heinously, In slumber, shapes of familiar faces jitter, Me awake, with a pinch of saltiness, And an essence flavourfully bitter, I slip back beneath my eyelids, Drawing shut theContinue reading “Unconscious resolutions”

Six weeks of summer

Those six weeks of summer, If I could have you even once anew, Then I could live a lifetime more, Savour sweetly, an everlasting haze, Of moments that came before,We waited with bated breath, School bell let go an animate ring,Precious hands gather hurriedly,As from seats we briskly spring,The school year was over,Summer holiday hadContinue reading “Six weeks of summer”

Polarity

Time goes so fast when you’re having fun,So slow when you’re in pain,I try in vain, To sustain,A smile,The rain,Falls as frigid tears on my windowsill,To feel,The things that cannot heal,Only fester,And rot,A hot,Putrid smell,Of spoilt fruits,Pollutes,My pallet,So I cannot taste the joy of the earth,I birth,A flood,The pane,That holds back the night,Shatters,As I fight,ToContinue reading “Polarity”

The devil on my shoulder

A poem amount the fragility of mental health, anxiety and depression. Work, work, work away, Get up early, break of day, So little time to play, The devils on my shoulder, Scheming up something malicious, Whispering softly, don’t act suspicious, Turning a kind man into something vicious, The devils on my shoulder, The devils onContinue reading “The devil on my shoulder”

The new normal

Lies fragment lives, can we believe our eyes? Are we witnessing truths demise? Everywhere, bastions rise around serfdom cries Accept and submit? Your liberty dies. Nothing to hide? “Ok” then if our data is spied? Question, who decides of what we see is comprised? Everything we choose freely, a sweet goodbye. Original poem by ©Continue reading “The new normal”

Tip to save time, priority check rhyme

There’s far too much to think about, To fraternise with drama, I’d rather sit and ponder, a little longer, whilst I figure out my dharma, I’m not here to make friends, If I make friends, It’s a bonus, Place less emphasis on what people think, And let what you think of people be the onus.Continue reading “Tip to save time, priority check rhyme”

North face of my mind

If I don’t make it back alive, at least I laced my boots and I got out. I may have not quite paved the way, but I’ve walked the road and mapped the route. My name may not be recognised, my story, not regaled, but, I hope those who remember me, can recount a honestContinue reading “North face of my mind”

Friendships made, friendships lost.

A poem I wrote for a friend, who was feeling hurt, whilst finding it difficult to navigate a challenging friendship. Friendships made, friendships lost. Can be thrown away, but at what cost? Many years to form, so quickly gone. So little time I mourn, the friendships done. I don’t need you, if you don’t needContinue reading “Friendships made, friendships lost.”