The nothing we know

A poem She hit him like a champagne breakfasthe felt on precarious footingas they trespassedthe mournful wallsin the hotel corridorit clutched the cigarette smoke as withering keepsakesshe surrenders leant against the doorwayshe blew smoke rings through an exotic redlassoing his dilated pupils she stole his liquorice heart an acquired taste;whether she likes it, or notsheContinue reading “The nothing we know”

Samurai in heels

A Wayra poem The slice of lemonsharpened the tip of Fridaygossip sloshed and fizzed amongst – katana lips cut deep – left red on the rim of the glass. © Darius the Mate Written for dVerse. The Wayra, popular in Peru and Bolivia, is a short unrhymed poem of 5 lines, in a syllabic structure;Continue reading “Samurai in heels”

Back to basics

A poem The door slammed shut behind herfrom an eager thrustperched upon the throneshe braced ready to let it have itlike the noble savage she isher nose upturned, pointing easttoward the squatting pans can’t fight progress she thoughtfeeling a smug airblow past her haemorrhoids I wonder if it’s all it’s cracked up to bethis civilisedContinue reading “Back to basics”

Sparkling, still?

A poem Thirsty, he took up his best crystal glassware from the cupboard ready for a mouthfulto quench the drought valuablededicatedly displayed elegantly shaped and perfectly formed delicateornately arrayed and decoratively adorned opening the fridgehe grasped a readily availablebottle of something fizzyglowing from withinon the backlit rowshe lit a skinny cigarettebeneath his eyesand hung onContinue reading “Sparkling, still?”

Vans gotta do

A quadrille poem Life goes off trackveering, careeningsent round the bendlosing its meaning outta shapea beaten up bangerwatching boots gather dust on the hanger Remember;when you’re feeling bluethere’s always somewhere new …a vans gotta dowhat a vans gotta do. © Darius the Mate Written for dVerse. What is life without community? I would love toContinue reading “Vans gotta do”

Murder, and other hobbies

A Halloween themed poem The night is darkas the lady is quaintspruced up in paintbarely hiding her beautythe night is young as her temperament, restfulher glidings zestfultune tapped on the cobbles a Halloweeny teeny bopping on naive plimsolls into an All Hallows’ Eve’ing, haunting the streetsfrolicking in sickly perfume sprightly skin drenchesmy attention – O’Continue reading “Murder, and other hobbies”

Paper water pistol. Pt II

A poem A paper water pistol filled with emotion…fluid feelings found flooding the pockets of his parchment shellsuper soaking the contours of the cavities where his headaches thudding from the night beforethe retrofitted facade of a manbarely holding backthe impassioned puddles forming on his brainthe episodic attack insecurely tricklesin droplets of consternating rainseeping out ofContinue reading “Paper water pistol. Pt II”

Paper water pistol

A poem Mundane Monday morningcrack of dawnbehind the yawningand the night dreams are laid stillbornin the artificial light stirring from a broken sleepto an effervescently frothy top adorning the bitter coffee stirring the spoon in the cafetière purring like a waking kittenhe fills his mug half full“…another mundane Monday morning”thinks the foolwho feels his mugsContinue reading “Paper water pistol”

Construction in Progress

A poem The old grammar schoolin the centre of townher bricks came tumbling downas felled treesconcrete rising rapidly from the rubblequick growing silver birches which burst the suburban bubblethey nest new neighboursoutside the windowtheir worry perches squeaking at dawnin some unknown avian song“they don’t belong”said Mr Quo, to Mrs Quo, reciprocated “first, this, then that.Continue reading “Construction in Progress”

The heavy spoon

A Quadrille poem Her spoon fell with a clang bowl rocked in positionchewing the cudchurning suspicionwas she a mad cow? as he did persistflaying his throat wrenching her wristthe frigid soup a stone in her bellythe familiar tasteCream of Machiavelli. © Darius the Mate Written for dVerse Poets Pub. What is life without community? I wouldContinue reading “The heavy spoon”

A lad in…

A poem 1993under Californian sunfor a single weekthis song charted at number 1Aladdin’s theme was a massive hitawoken from the longest dreamwith a faithful fitI rode a magic carpetacross a dark and mysterious skystronger grew the heartbeatin the 9 months that passed on bytill cradled on my mother’s bellya vital cry and limbs uncurled forContinue reading “A lad in…”

I am

A poem in free verse, with a reading from the author I am the dreamless nightwithout slumberwithout silence shadows lumbera deafening humfill the wallstill it becomes numbingI, to it allbut never numbenough to find stillnessa lively minda blessingand an illness tuned into the world beyondbeyond the window pane -creatures of the night buzz and swarmtowardContinue reading “I am”

The Dentists Chair

An oral poem We cut our teeth on each other’s lipsyour love grippedand rotted awayas tooth decayin the corner of my mouthreclining back in the dentists chairhere, in this placeI’m acutely aware of the colour of my ceiling the buzzing of the toolsdrilling deep into the depths of my being the dentist, all seeing I,Continue reading “The Dentists Chair”


A Quadrille Poem It’s standard practiceto treat disordered emotional states by severing connections;I, the emotional statedrifting through this continuum snatching evanescent fragmentstime lobotomising that which meant so muchtribal connections;surviving memories gatheredtogetherfor warmthlineal pathwaysscattered- fireflies of the hippocampus. © Darius the Mate A poem in 44 words, written for dVerse. What is life without community? I wouldContinue reading “Pathways”

Eleusinian Mysteries

A poem Since, long beforeAlexanders horsesquenched their thirst at the banks of the IndusWe, devotees of Olympuspraised youthe Corn-Mother- spurn the heathen Before even,Pericles had the Parthenon’sfirst stones laid at Athens grand Acropolislest it befit a necropolis I must thank you Demeterfor this grain, and breadwhich with fervour fedall who gathers here, at Eleusinionby yourContinue reading “Eleusinian Mysteries”

Steel & Paper

A poem All transgressionswill landat the wrong time never the right time- no worse time – to bring downwith a heavy swingthe battle axe cracks bones loves cold steelcleaves parts strewn and inert~Sincere expressions will standthe test of time always the right time- no better time -to open upa light thing the battle mapnavigates unknownslovesContinue reading “Steel & Paper”

State of (Word)Play

Poetic political commentary – freedom of expression, in free verse We learn the difference between right and wrongin childhoodSo, if a child couldjudge uswould they sit us on the naughty step?We know the difference between right and wrongSo, in Hong Kongprotestors are now terrorists?Is this right, oris this what terror is?I support their resistanceThey mustContinue reading “State of (Word)Play”


A poem, searching for my muse Resting softly on my sideon the sideof my non-bruised ribsI ponder where is my muse?the irony is not lost on mesearching the atmosphere at my fingertips the taste of the roomon my tonguethe smell of summerfrom the gardena forever gardenblossomed that circles the circumference of my imagination unendingthe ironyContinue reading “Gingerbread”

Cecelia Seizes the Seas

Flash Fiction “Daddy, I’ve outgrown my dolls house. I need a bigger one.” Cecelia Beatrix Parker-Bardot, sat up tall in her chair, with eyes which tethered to her fathers affections. The maid moved on kitten heels, as she served supper, momentarily cutting off Cecelia’s line of sight to her father, and with it, her powers.Continue reading “Cecelia Seizes the Seas”

Thoroughbred Thoughts

A poem From the mouth of the deltainformation sedimentsdeposits of propagandagovernmental impediments media for the masses a sensory invasioneroding our free willby cognitive abrasioncontaminatedparasitic organismsgrow and spreaddeep in the cerebrumwhere they mutateand imbedwhich silences the brainas the hostsobligingly guzzlebleating in acceptancemirrored murmursfrom the muzzlewhilst the sheep slurp the riverswhich control how they thinkthe horse isContinue reading “Thoroughbred Thoughts”

In the beat, the beat

A chant poem Pulsing, the beat, pressing, confessing, to my eardrums, it’s darkest desires, drumming out the serotonin, honing my senses, defences dropping, beat dropping, Those memories, seventeen, eighteen, mean nothing, without my memory, alive in me, these memories, living, I remember the days, those were the days, the days I can barely remember, TheContinue reading “In the beat, the beat”


An Earth poem for our modern times, inspired by Greek Mythology We the Titans reign,In Gaia’s Garden,Blood of Earthen vein,Through our bodies, flow,Mother, sowed our seeds,Fathered by the Sky,Uranus breeds,Greed in privilege,Fertile soil womb,Who bore and birthed,Held and weaned till bloom,Nurtures our nature,Mother, who gave life, Must bear the burden,Forever the strife,Of her kin atContinue reading “Titanomachy”


A quadrille poem Thinking thoughtlessly,ideas,often forgotten,if not jotted – Slotted,as gold coins,Let bygones be bygones,But,bygone minds,live on,in written word,Sung,and heard,from the jukebox,of ink and paper,Exhumed,when consumed, Risen,From the soil,voices,Oil,the cogs. Written for dVerse Poets Pub. © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me knowContinue reading “Jukebox”


A poem in free verse A week flies by,Few words falling from fingers,Instead, They dance in the brain,Pirouette and sustain,Position,On the tips of their toes,They strike a pose,Preforming for a crowd of one,In a dusty theatre,That sees no sun,But, bright and living,Feeling,Giving,Whether booked in a playhouse,Of purposeful prose,Or, aimless artistry,Just creating,To create,We create, Because weContinue reading “Theatrics”


A narrative poem in free verse Smiling through gritted teeth,he nodded,before his boss,who plodded,on his fat little hooves,to his swizzle chair,“swizzle on this”thought Chris,who held out an imaginary middle finger,Only barely dared even in his mind,Herman Parker General manger,on the door, cut in lettering,that chained him,fettering,beneath,no matter his belief,of worth,warranted,that his mother spent years toContinue reading “Smiling”

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”