Hope
On 2019 August 23rd by montyHope. There are things that I want, Through impulse, urge, lust or greed. There are things that I wish, For me, you, and those in need. There are things that I crave, Out of hunger, habit, or being alone. There are things that I take, A seat, advantage, for granted the things that I
A History of Our Love
On 2019 August 13th by montyTen thousand moons ago, beneath the light of stars, In some forgotten kingdom realm of far away, A pauper fled his prison cell of iron bars and met his princess love upon the dawn of day. For in each others’ souls there lived an endless fire Which cruelly did endure a time of years apart,
My Love is a Late Afternoon
On 2019 August 13th by montyMy love is a late afternoon. It is the nostalgic glow of a waning hour. It is the sense of surety following the middle of the day, that the cold of the early morning is a distant memory. It is the familiar winding down of work and the lowering of a burden. It is the
Our Love Beyond Words
On 2019 August 13th by montyMy words cannot encapsulate in rhyme Th’extent and depth and lasting of our love And ne’er is there expanse enough of time To quantify the joy that I speak of. So, limited in lexicon and phrase, (For words, unlike our love, have limit end) I’ll show our love’s eternity in days Devoted as your lover,
The Naughty Porter’s Poppy Top-up
On 2018 August 2nd by montyI taught a portly porter proper water regulation When he had chosen hosing all the poppies in the station. I suggest it best, I thought, to water from a can, As candidly, the hose he chose would leave them weak and wan. This stocky station-stocker thought me odd and off my rocker, Retorting with
A Poem About Daffodils
On 2018 March 21st by montyDaffodils aren’t daffy Nor so serious And not always so happy A bit like all of us Happy Poetry Day 2018!
Across the Universe
On 2018 January 19th by montyMy love of Steven Universe knows no bounds, and so it is with great pride that I present fan poetry in anapestic tetrameter (with a cheeky iamb to start). This spoilerific homage/backstory to the show came from my love of the spectacular extended world that Rebecca Sugar and company have created. Sure, the lore is deep and mysterious, but this playful sci fi setting is a vehicle for messages of love, acceptance, bravery and equality, which makes it one of the most important tv shows of our time. My brother, Peter, liked the poem so much, that he fancied it up in a delightful poster for your enjoyment. I believe in Steven!
Sitting on a bench on a hill
On 2017 December 11th by montyThe challenge was to write something that was ‘against type’; in some way opposite to how you would usually write. I identified that my poetry usually sticks to rhyme and meter, and is mostly reliant on metaphor and simile. I tried to write a lovely seasonal piece without any of these things, and this is the result.
September 30th
On 2017 September 30th by montyThe final breath of a much appreciated rest at the mountain’s peak. A break in the clouds in the last afternoon of the working week. The dial tone after that long-delayed call to a distant friend. The visible bottom of the jar, signalling the peanut butter’s end. A single strip of green remaining for the
Two People
On 2017 July 25th by montyYou’re an okay, let’s go. You’re an I’ve got to know. You’re an I want to wisen. You’re a chase that horizon. I’m a let’s take it slow. I’m a maybe and no. I’m a steadily planned it. I’m a can’t understand it. You’re a clubs and two bars. You’re a dancing on stars. You’re
The dream of us on the hill
On 2017 July 7th by montyYou’ll never know the ‘me’ I came to be – my mind, minutiae and filigree – we’ll never share a witty repartee or get to stand in solidarity. Your being there was not a guarantee, such is the way of our reality; dependency, and then an absentee, but here we are inside my memory.
Prime Numbers
On 2017 July 7th by montyHappy living in ignorance. A strange material has enveloped the world, cradling and blinding humanity. What I sadly am referring to is a remarkable dependence on technology and material possessions. Girl ignores teacher. Driver ignores pedestrian. Baby ignored by parent. We supposedly are at the zenith, living with the assistance of objects, in gratitude and