Tag Archives: poetry

Field Ban For Rocking Horses

February 18, 2016poems, poetry, Uncategorised, WordsBattles, Contemporary, Contractors, Horses, Housing Development on Greenbelt Land, Humour, Land, Life, Nonsense, poetry, Predjudice, Shitting, Surreal, This Really is Quite Serious Actuallykmjmreed

Only real horses with real legs allowed!

The signs, at the field, ordered, as the wind howled.

The rockers rocked slowly; utterly devastated.

Being fed a downright lie; their field was so highly rated.

In their fury they rocked hard and rammed the signs down.

The real horses while shitting; fled, galloping to town.

The field was now theirs and everything was great!

Until the towns-folk arrived with rusty saws and spiteful hate.

A long, calamitous battle commenced in which nobody won.

Then the contractors arrived…

Daphne Slowly Drying (In Her New Rain)

February 17, 2016Flash Fiction, poems, poetry, Uncategorized, WordsAdverse Weather, Dry Humour, Introverted, Loyalty, poetry, Rain Rain Rain, Standing in the rain, Surely I should be somewhere else, Why?kmjmreed

Daphne’s rain was immense and abnormal; weather so adverse that individual drops of water (the size of one of her own fists) exploded mercilessly upon contact with her petite frame; her shoulders sharp; set to be coat-hanging for a lifetime.

Then at a moment; when her dry humour was her only shelter, she decided she would stand, waiting, slowly drying in her new rain; showing loyalty even beyond her understanding.

Those Silent Times

February 15, 2016poems, poetry, WordsLife, Loud Quiet Loud, Music, Noise, poetry, Silence, Sound, The Day to Day Stuff, Thoughts, Time, You Talk Too Muchkmjmreed

Sometimes —

In a world full of sirens and

clatter,

a perfectly timed silence,

that pause in the chatter,

speak louder

than those injected sounds of

violence.

Repetition on Repeat

February 11, 2016poems, poetry, WordsHumour, Life, Music, Nonsense, On and on and on, poetry, Repetition, Short, Thoughts, Timekmjmreed

I love repetition; I can really get into it.

I love repetition; I can rarely get out of it.

Repeat…

Noisy Whisper

February 10, 2016poems, poetry, Uncategorized, WordsBlah Blah, Coincidence, Comments, Critics, Everybody has an opinion, Found Out, poetry, Thinking aloud, Whisperingkmjmreed

Those choice words; from under breath, you told.

Then, from over yonder, someone screamed, ‘who the f***?’

It was a perfectly timed coincidence, but your blood ran cold.

Days Are Numbered

February 8, 2016poems, poetry, WordsDays, Humour, Life, Nonsense, Numbers, poetry, Thoughtskmjmreed

My days are numbered

But I can’t count on it

Even though one is alone

Two’s company

Three’s the magic number

Four can be dirty

Five can be high!

Six can be nine

Seven is somehow lucky

Eight likes its own reflection

And for some nine means no

Tenfold!

Firesky!

February 1, 2016creative writing, poems, poetry, Uncategorized, WordsDaydream, Dreaming, Driving, Mornings, Nonsense, Nostalgia, Nothing, poetry, Speed, Surreal, Thoughtskmjmreed

At an aggressive speed

I was losing my way

I was feeling so alive

Seeing what could never be

The atmosphere burned red

And so I thought of what will be

…from now on

I noticed then what I never see

Chrome slithering roads and bloodied sky

With all moistures weeping in blue

Rolling, cruising, endless

On and over flattening mountains

This is what I’m telling you

Those slow buildings in green

I’ve finally found out what I almost lost

And sensed what I had never seen

All around while dissolving out

Through and into the Firesky!

You, I’m Not Yourself, to Me.

January 25, 2016creative writing, poems, poetry, WordsConfusion, Dementia, Fear, Humour, Mental Health, Nonsense, Not Yourself, Panic, Personality, poetry, Stresskmjmreed

I’ve been told,

repeatedly,

by you,

that I don’t know who you are anymore!

Then you said yes,

yes I know!

and that I’ve told myself that,

many times before!

New Old Woodlandia

January 19, 2016Flash Fiction, poetry, Uncategorized, WordsDaydream, Dream Sequence, Introverted, Life, Nostalgia, poetry, Surreal, Timekmjmreed

Earlier, you found yourself at an edge of woodland; you stood at its beginning or its end, you couldn’t begin to tell.

Impatiently, the trees blurred together, all around you, trees branches holding others that spun ever wilder, entwining into an eye-shattering carousel.

In the loop, you do not know or fear the time it takes for the motion to slow, winding down, tired, the branches let go, clumsily flicking leaves at each other, like young children; engaged in dance, then distracted, but always pure and in play.

You, look around you with your peripheral vision desensitised, you were somewhere else, just left of wherever’s’ centre; you could breathe deeply, consistently as one; with a carpet of mimicking leaves.

Now, feeling so spongy underfoot, you’re subtly falling and rising, falling and rising in exact time with your steady pulse; you were now at the heart of everything.

The First Flight of the Flightless Bird

January 18, 2016poems, poetry, WordsBird, Dreams, Flight, Flying, Humour, poetrykmjmreed

Dren is a bird of that he knows and that is all.

He has no wings and his beak is useless and small.

What makes him a bird is his willingness to fly,

He dreams only this before it’s his turn to die.

As he looks to the heavens he sees robotic flight,

He reads up on his finding for endless days and a night.

Dren takes a test and now a pilot he can be sure,

This is a remedy to his miserable life of before.

As the plane goes up he remembers he’s a bird and sings

Then he opens his hatch and shits on my belongings.

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Words and Art by Kevin Reed