Wednesday, May 21, 2025

i sip your name

i sip your name
every sabah, dawning moment
i sip your name
etched in the rich woody
berry peaty bitter chocolatey
steaming swirls of brown and
beiged brewed complexities

i sip your name
jezvehed and poured into
maroon ornate demitassed cups
i sip your name, once more
it opens my soul
making me, oh, so happy
and oh so sad

i sip your name

Saturday, May 17, 2025

uninspired

yeah...
another attempt at
attempting and tempting
where tempering
rather than this moronic
play on words is the
only prescription

it was clear, quite clear
before the ellipses
this weren't to be
no how, no way
the illiadic start of
my very own oddyssey

Wednesday, May 14, 2025

first poem of term II

the waterman flows
a sludgy river, oozing,
its way in slimy grace
pudding along to
some polluted sea

words splat on this page
a would be virtuoso expiring
on a shakespearean stage
some avante garde production
of a play no one likes

the sun... sets hopelessy
whilst dawning indifferntly
in someone else's tomorrow
where they will bake, globally warm,
this new existentialism

city of broad shoulders
ides of may 

Saturday, November 30, 2024

number eighty

staring at a blank notebook page
this blank screen glowing back at me
processing it all with this fallow mind
this dormant marooned soul
waiting...

moist ideas evaporate in a mist
might have caught just a glimpse
might have jotted something down
that might have become a poem or three
maybe...

the world turned cold finally
the globally warm kind that won't last
while wars stay unfairly hot and afar
and social media plods confusingly along
this strange new normal...

nothing at all to preach or rant on
nothing - the difference it would make
nothing almost any of us could do
but for some fleeting reveries or dreams
nothing...

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

A Last Coffee

was told, sad news, that
the gratis ebony elixir
is nearing some kinda end
a transition of sorts to
bring your own at these
clanish convocations

'tis some cost cutting
budget labor saving
leadership guidance
and inspiriation to be...
more self-sufficient

the last sips of
freely and ever so
sweetly bitter poddish brew

ah...

Thursday, July 4, 2024

Out of Sorts

like i never belonged
really, never? ever?
well, sometimes, maybe

whatta they call it...
pangs of angst
bangs of pathetic rhymes
adrift on dry land
seeking mirages and
some kinda...
ok, i'll settle for
an explanation

the collective you
define you, well enough,
convinced me...
can't seem to make
any headway convincing
myself

maybe...
it's just a stage

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

War of Words

displaced...
displaced population
what refugees, exiles,
people, families, young
or old, driven from their homes
to wherever just not
where they were
for years or ages
you know, displaced

so clean, so pure,
so displaced like
almost misplaced like
car keys, sunglasses, like
it was a wee error,
almost innocent,
you know, misplaced
the poor displaced

juneteenth 2024
nngi and rafah and...