Free spirited but grounded, living in the UK, I write for myself, but enjoy sharing with like minded people. I hope you enjoy. All my work is original unless otherwise stated.
Come, run away with me. We will see Blue skies; big, never ending. We will be Happy; chasing dreams and spending Our time Watching sun rises And wishing on moon bows.
One opuss Two Opi. One applepuss, Two applepi..
We are the northern line, Separated at Kennington, Will we merge again in the morning(ton crescent). Our lives drifted apart and Now there is an elephant (and castle) in the room.
To short a time we have On this marvellous, blue marble. How high will you climb. How deep will you dive. What will you leave that we Should know you had ever been alive.
My fridge sounds like a guinea pig. It squeaks and chirps away. It rumbles and clicks and buzzes and moans, protesting at the festive stash I've asked it to keep chilled.
Merry Christmas Opussians. Thanks for all your wonderful, beautiful words in 2012, here's to lots of Christmas cheer and I'm looking forward to being inspired by you all in 2013. .
My inspiration is far from me. My other half I keep in a box With pictures of the spinny and green corn fields. But behind the locks And the wounds of time, My other half will call to me. @jackalice.
A short story A long time ago, there was a girl. She was awkward and deep and had stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair.
Have you ever been a storm bird. A high flyer, too high to catch. A low blower, A razer to the ground. I have been a storm bird. Delight in my lightning Cower at my thunder.
I fly away, but never far. 1997, the year I died. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but a chain of events were started which have ended here, in this half a heart.
By Placebo Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes. Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
Satellite shooting stars, Watching the universe spin around us, You offer me your hand And you know I'll say yes. I found a dragonfly wing, It held the colours of the rainbow.
#ColourChallenge Blue without you. Black heart bleeds red Beats of velvet life, White covers stained.
A disaster/distant line, the end of the world.
Sad. For the loss of you. Sad. You are here, I can touch u. Breath me in I will always breath you. Gasp. My heart skips a beat. Beat Beat Beat..
I feel like u have been waiting. All my life Patiently waiting. The world has moved on I cannot kiss your lips We have other people to think of now.
I see I saw a sea turtle Swimming on the sea, He seesaw seesaw saw me Up and down on waves.
Three o'clock is tea o'clock And my tea pot is slowly brewing, Refreshing chai or light Ceylon, Or Earl Grey set to stewing..
I am still the same. You cannot change me. How fun is my laugh, how bright is my smile, See the sparkle in my eyes, And feel the warmth of my friendship. This is what you fell in love with.
Finally got the mud out from under my finger nails (Isle of Wight Festival - yeah, the one on the news). Back in business, SHOW ME THE POETRY!. Missed u guys xx.
I ran for the bus I ended on my arse You cannot run through Bus stop glass!.
There's something sad about a train seat for two, And an empty train window That doesn't reflect you..
The festival bus will soon be here, Sun shine bound and full of cheer. A skip on a ferry, over the sea A ready pitched tent waiting just for me.
Hickory dickey dock, The hands move round the clock, When the clock strikes two They'll come for you Hickery dickery dock.
Ali bali, Ali bali bee, Sittin' on your mama's knee, Looking for a wee ha'penny To buy some poison for thee. Poor wee bairn, You're lookin' awfee thin Just a raggle o' bones Cover'd o'wer wi skin.
The festival season is looming large A high point of the year, When I camp in fields, see wicked bands And drink a load of beer. .
I think there must be some great Opusses a way back in our streams, from before we were popular or established or confident.
Your brilliant eyes can always see through my dark clouds Your gentle heart will comfort me. I walk alone through wind and storms But you'll hear me if I call for you.
Solid in your arrogance, seeming to love, Your impatient devotion desperate for response, Over zealous in its quest and a burden I cannot bear.
Wet your whistle Wednesday is worthy of a mention, It's all downhill to the weekend and so it's my intention To raise a glass to Wednesday and merrily send it off While I refill my glass of Pinot,...
Here is my heart, It's been broken before, so don't mind the plasters, But please be careful with my mind. It left once and it took me ages to find it again..
Great big paws. Scratching at the door. Waiting to go out And wallow through the mud.
Front: I wanna thank Adam Neilson (seamonster picture) Back: Opuss @seamonster #tshirt It'll confuse the non opussians and all we Opuss bods mean it xx.
Front: give a girl a meow, make her smile Back: Opuss #tshirt.
Or.... Front: Opuss - For write on cats Back: What u got to meow about. #tshirt.
This is the smell of nostalgia filling my nostrils, The smell of freshly burnt hay, a smell of late summer.
Out of the sea you rise, fierce with the atrocities of day, You rage till you have burnt the gentle shadows.
I got an ouchy on my finger, It's gone all sore and black, I was opening a table And I got my finger trapped.
They're all wrong until you find THE RIGHT ONE. They'll hurt you, And they'll cut you. They'll make you want to hide.
Morning has broken, New words are spoken. Opuss is here with a meow And a smile. A few hearts of encouragement Are all we writers seek And I sit with my blank pages Waiting to speak.
A pretence of sleep, a steady breath. Your touch is warm and full of love But I remain cold. There is love here, but patience is thin And we are stretched out.
Swirls of colour snapped up from a disc, IBM can now play God with Pentium quick fingers. Memory brings a blur in pixels And nature no longer sells.
Oh booze You make me snooze When I should be cooking food. And when I've eaten, I feel beaten So I pour another glass And sit here on my arse.
Bright summer mornings, I wake up stretching and yawning. The warm air is still fresh The grass is still damp. The heat of the day is yet to build And storms brew nearby.
I sit for hours thinking, In an effort to find the words. I scour my soul for experience And bare it all for you.
My poems are written with a lot of imagery. I am aware that they won't always immediately make sense to the reader without some thought. But I hope that readers can still enjoy the sound of the words.
A disaster/distant line, the end of the world.
May require junk food..
Cyanide kiss and you drown in your drug, Restless sleep, your heart pumps gold blood And your lips turn blue. I watch you sleep and give you your air. Warm oceans rock you and sharks swim close by.
I scratch the skin and let you in. There are deeper wounds than these. You knew me best.... How careless with our hearts we are That we'd offer china To shaking hands..
Sparkle sparkle little twink, Who the hell you are you think?. I'm not under the affluence of inkahol, As some thinkle peep I am, But the drunker I stand here, The longer I get.
Like a blanket you come, welcome on a bitter night. Cover me.
Haven't danced in the rain or watched a thunderstorm for a while. Feel the need to chill out to some James tomorrow, really loud.
Feeling your legs get all toasty inside jeans while sat out in the sun. Beeeeeuoooootiful. Hello Spring, where have you been?!.
Inside an inside outside conker shell, You like to touch and each one pains me. Silken soft, smooth at your fingertips; Protective spears turn inwards. Here I am, diamond small and without nets.
Dreams set sail in a paper boat, Light enough to catch the wind Fragile though, take care with them. When high seas abound, Seek shelter in calmer harbours.
If I used to be capable of falling asleep in nightclubs, why do I find the Most Beloved's snoring so disturbing. A great mystery of life.....
Oh booze you are delightful, You make me so insightful. I thrink I'll dink some more And see what gems I can pour Onto the page, or *hic* in a glash, Either one will do, I'm troo drink to be...
For charity, save the children. You can freeze them now, you know. You need not eat a whole one In one overfilling go.
Winter spits it's cold tears out Weeping at the death of a shortened day. The nights crawl out, longer now, And slide over the frozen earth.
Upside down dog, paws to the sky I will not scratch your tum. You wiggle and you wriggle And you poke me in the eye As you clamber on and over me.
If beauty is only skin deep, you my dear, are paper thin. Fragile in your mortal frame, A flash of that coveted grin Wins shallow hearts.
Like catching dreams, you are my barrier. Almost hammocked in your norm And society breaths communal sighs, In and out a heaving mass. Government guidelines a goat to the sheep, But still wolves...
Take with you every quip, a joke at my expense, May it add to your good fortune. A petite nose is tipped, With an artist's hand, blond hair is flicked And white teeth shine behind your smile.
Feeling autumnal, Cold fingers fumble, Ripe chestnuts tumble..
Pieces of the same puzzle, But now our picture Tells a different story..
Misty fields and autumn trees, Big queen wasps and dozy bees, Lazy grass and fallen leaves..
Ludo is my other dog, he's a Schnauzer. He looks grumpy on account of his old man eyebrows and beard, but he is a lovely, happy dog.
Baxter is my dog. He is an almost 2yr old small terrier cross rescue. We refer to him by many names: Baxter, Boo Radley, Boo... Shit Head. He is a thug. We fondly refer to him as 'the terrorist'.
Yesterday I was at the Roman ruins on the Palatine hill. It was amazing. So much around us, the Colosseum in the background, the Roman Forum in front of us. It was astounding.
When in Rome.... I'm wondering if this is a carte blanche to do what ever you like when you're actually in Rome?.
Writer's block Writer's tick tock. Watch the clock. Empty lines, Nothing rhymes. How frustrating. Can the pen be weak if the spirit is willing?.
Why can't cake make you thin. Come on NASA, pull your finger out!.
No, I'm Spartacus!!!.
Contractions vs possessive. Does this drive anyone else nuts. Also, their vs they're and whose who's. None of us is perfect, I've done it myself but whose counting and who's side are you on ;).
You were my gift until Death bought a vicious kiss.
Is at the Tate Modern about to see the Hirst exhibition..... Stand by....
Sometimes irony is missed by the sincere. We should all have as pure a heart as they xx.
A greying landscape, wind-beaten and weathered. Past September years, with the pain of you still fresh, In November minds I sit, hating every breath.
Pug faced and beautiful, Staying a child, forever my child. Just short of a whole, you fill my void to overflowing. Oblivious to street stares And happy to dribble chocolate.
Sleep now old friend, your gentle heart is still. Sleep and dream of calmer places, Sadder faces who loved you more Are left behind. Tired now, bouncing youth has gone, And a smaller world moves on.
Jealousy is my worst feature. It is insidious. It makes me cruel and unkind and uncharitable and unworthy. It is the thing I most dislike about myself.
With dirty faces And shoes with untied laces Boys smash chestnut cases.
Black hearts and dreamscapes Like an angry fire Stir it at your peril. Some wounds run deeper than the scar Do. Not. Wake. Me. Up..
A crowded stop, it's raining hard, A noisy bus, an oyster card. A busy train, a standing start, A broken signal breaks your heart. A place for bags taken up by bikes, A rude conductor nobody likes.
I love an empty book, The blank pages aren't really empty at all. They are full of promise. Each page a mystery, Dreams lay hidden behind the matt, white paper. Perfect and mine.
B......Beating deep I wake this feeling from it's sleep. Dream days and window watches, The paper boats set sail. I scratch the skin And let you in.
Whistling is not fun, it does not give you a sunny disposition. It just pisses people off. Humming does not make you appear friendly, I will not smile at you. I may hit you.
Flowers on the platform of the station, I will have raged about the delay, No doubt. Stuck, for hours. Crowded trains and inconvenienced commuters.