Looking For A Fight Where There Isn’t Any

featured in the poetry forum May 23, 2024  :: 0 comments

We Temper our Anger
before it hits Rage
with Strength
and Self-Control…
bringing ‘Balance’
and ‘Composure’
to Adverse Situations.
Walking ‘High Roads’
we avoid (Pointless)
Arguments with
small minded idiots
… and, it is also
far above the reach
of Toxic little people.
We Learn and Grow
because we Accept
our Faults, rather than
‘Deflect’… Changing
and Blossoming…
as we ‘Advance’ past
those stuck in Denial
and (Perpetual) Drama.

editors note:

This we seek, and then we watch the news. – mh clay

True Story (Everywhere)

featured in the poetry forum February 23, 2024  :: 0 comments

Death by ‘Hazing’
and the Gang…
he never actually
got ‘round to
Joining… Denied
all knowledge…
and refused the
grieving parents
legitimate request
for Security at the
Funeral… where,
a distant cousin
of the deceased
got Stabbed
(So Ferociously)
by a Rival Firm
that he’s now
in a wheelchair…
that’s unfortunate
and just about as
… ‘Real Life’…
as it gets Kerbside.

editors note:

Everywhere? Unfortunate, innit? – mh clay

Paranoia & Pareidolia

featured in the poetry forum December 1, 2023  :: 0 comments

… I am an ‘Engineer’
of (Trapdoor) Syntax.
Portable ‘Tyburn’…
my (Cruel) Tongue
ties Nooses faster
than ‘All The King’s
Horses And All The
King’s Men’ reprieve.
I blow ‘Knots’
rather than ‘Kisses’
… Smothered
in my Attention…
no Pillow for REST!
is an Old School
British Prison term
… which you
will never Experience.
My (Unloving) arms
harp string pluck
… the (Ridiculous)
‘Tension’ betwixt us
… and there is simply
NO ‘Doorway’…
Big or Small enough
to fit your (Ain’t
Ever Gonna Happen)
‘Escape’ into Properly.

editors note:

Here’s a pattern to show it’s better to never imprisoned be. – mh clay

Restraint Is Strength, Temper Is Weakness

featured in the poetry forum September 30, 2023  :: 0 comments

I am ‘Gifting’ you with (Two) Words
… ‘Volatile’ and ‘Tenderness’…
to Balance the Scales within your
‘So fucking far from Equilibrium
that Screaming exhausts itself’ Mind.
Shatter-Pattern… no-one Cares
except the Losers… and the Gainers
… watching you GROw smaller…
Blaming ‘Epilepsy’ only works once.
Careful what you’re coughing-up
… until you’ve turned-that-corner…
If you hold my (Playing With Fire)
hand, squint and then refocus…
I’ll point out ‘Emotional-Burn-Marks’
upon tonight’s Audience…
just as clearly as a Forensic UV Light
picks up cum-stains at a Crime Scene.
Each ‘Small Step’ that you take
… ‘Following Me’… is, in fact,
a Gigantic Leap away from yourself…
Remember that, when I Abandon you.

editors note:

Though surrounded with “same as we,” we’re ever on our own. – mh clay

Working On Me Pentacles

featured in the poetry forum June 30, 2023  :: 1 comment

She made a huge ‘Mistake’
thinking Candle Magic
would Extinguish
the Burn of… Separation
the Past to the Present.
[Forcefully] Breaking
down [Emotionally] ‘Closed Doors’…
is the same as Killing
a Songbird to hear Music
… there’s Nowt
the other side but… Decay.
I do not ‘Regret’
… I Learn quickly and…
Narrow my Boat Forward
… much better Equipped.
Apologies do not Assuage,
or Fix a thing… that
is what ‘Goodbyes’ are for.

editors note:

When broken is best left behind. – mh clay

I’d Rather Have A Life With Occasional Misadventure, Than No Adventure At All

featured in the poetry forum March 31, 2023  :: 0 comments

I keep BUMPING into her ‘Gloom’…
along the Hall Of Negative Thinking
… as I’m going about me business,
emptying (Constantly Full) ashtrays
as part of my Community Service
for being a naughty little bastard
… she’s well and truly STUCK!!!
I did a (Perfect) parkour wall flip
… and she just frowned…
so I sprinted and then knee-slid,
past her, along the parquet flooring
… and she just squidged her mouth
up all bored… until I rose to my feet
and she saw the blood on my (Now)
ripped classic Levi 501 Red Tag jeans
… then, she half-smiled, wickedly.
I’m not trying to get into her knickers,
after all, she’s only partially my type
… and, I’m already whittling down
my list of friends and acquaintances.
I just felt sorry for her, and wanted
… to (Help) DISLODGE her…
from that (Mental) Corner that she’s
worried-herself-into… No ‘Birds
In Cages’ upon my watch, yeah…
but, sometimes, you’ve just gotta let
people find the ‘Way Out’ themselves.

editors note:

Can’t help, sometimes, but try to turn a frown. – mh clay

Silent Encouragement

featured in the poetry forum January 4, 2023  :: 0 comments

Victoria… Segregates
and Prioritises
… needle-matches…
[Forever] ‘Flashing’
when Fatal-Blowing
‘Boundary Walls’
… I’m Fascinated.
A ‘Huntress’
who does not braggg
… I’m looking
for [Negative] ‘Ego’
… but, so far, I see…
and Confidence only.
We’re not ‘Friends’,
just yet… but, she’s
weaving in-and-out
of my Acquaintances
… looking for an ‘In’.
Her [Slick] Behaviour
has started to Attract
Spectators… and I’m
beginning to ‘Focus’
and give away
‘Smiles’ far too freely.
When Chain Breakers
collide… the Dance…
becomes… Irresistible.

editors note:

Joining your chain gang, while dancing you onto hers. – mh clay

Glimpses (No ‘Wheatfield With Crows’)

featured in the poetry forum October 14, 2022  :: 0 comments

Those Shadows are Quiet
-ly Mad today…
and there is
an Owl Shriek
about to happen
I asked her for the time
and she wept
“Sorry, young man…
I was lost in thought
… counting back
lonely years
like snagged tree rings.”
“You’re Beautiful”
I replied
“The Universe has
misjudged and dealt
you wrong… please,
accept their Apologies.”
Our sad smiles Clashed
before I turned away
‘Clever Words’…
break Hearts not fix them.

editors note:

With no mean intent, sometimes our mean attempts are meaningless. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum August 3, 2022  :: 0 comments

… even the drug-dirt beneath your fingernails reeks of us, baby…

We [Just] ‘Go Together’, yeah
… like Crack/Cocaine abuse,
blown Heart Valves and
Nasal Reconstructive Surgery.
She’s the pretty-tipsy-swish
to my sleazy-drunken-sway
… the Smash to my Grab…
we ‘Mirror’ each other both
Negatively and Hysterically.
Encouraging the ‘SHINE’
in our FLAWS… we Push,
we Fall… we Join, where
the ‘normal folk’ step over
our gutter-kerbside romance.
Hand-in-hand we’re a RIOT
… apart… we’ll purposely
get Arrested… just to Speak
‘Sweet [Insane] Nothings’
through cold Police Cell walls.

editors note:

If they say so, embrace it. (An anti-social behaviour order is a civil order made in Great Britain against a person who had been shown, on the balance of evidence, to have engaged in anti-social behaviour.) – mh clay

Keyholed Renaissance [New Doorways & Fresher Seeds]

featured in the poetry forum May 31, 2022  :: 0 comments

If I was Impressed I’d Smile,
Annoyed I’d Laugh…
but, your Proselytizing
is bringing out only Silence.
Metanoia is not ‘Repentance’
she is a lady of ‘Regret’
… and is far more relatable
than Kairos [Unfortunately].
I’ve spent 7 days Fasting
everything but ‘Symbols’
… I’m far outside
the GRASP of Persuasion…
and WOBBLING around
upon the fragile platform
of this calm [Inner] Patience.
I’ve Discovered something
a ‘Knowledge’ Hidden
inside a creaking-doored
Solitude… and I would like
to share my new Miracle…
but, you just will not Shut Up.

editors note:

How to controvert a con. – mh clay