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”

Pathways

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”

Gingerbread

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”

Titanomachy

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”

Jukebox

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”

Theatrics

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”

Smiling

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”