Tag Archives: poetry

Say it in 10: Always been here…

7 Oct


What else can you do but think outside the box, push the boundaries, step outside the comfort zone, take a leap of faith… Because that’s where the magic happens.

In between it’s a fine balancing act, walking on a tight rope, all it takes is one false step to tumble into the abyss. Once you are on the other side though, the view is simply spectacular.

It’s hard, relentless, day in and day out, nights too. There’s no reprieve for body, mind or soul. Tired, stripped to the bone, hanging on, taking one more step. Surely the road to nowhere must end somewhere?

Then you round the corner and a gust of wind hits you between the shoulder blades and you are lifted and propelled forward and suddenly you are flying and you are thinking ‘Where did that come from?’

And then there’s a whisper from somewhere deep inside: “Pssst, always been here…”





Every kiss

12 Sep


Every kiss sends a message

This one says “hello”


Every kiss sings a song

This one is “For the first time”


Every kiss tells a story

This one is one of infectious love


Every kiss has its magic

This one is spectacular


Every kiss leaves a memory

This one is everlasting


Every kiss is full of promise

This one springs eternal


Every kiss sends a message

That one was “goodbye”



Tell me how, Mister

3 Sep

She says she’s in a whole lot of trouble

But it’s not the kind with the law or with a man

It’s not like that at all

It’s with myself, Mister


She says she can’t remember when it started

Or maybe it’s just always been like that

And now I’m running scared

Afraid of myself, Mister


Because how do you trust a head full of doubt

How can you believe a broken heart

Tell me, tell me how


She says she doesn’t know how to hold on

It’s just too damn difficult to try

I don’t see the light anymore

I’m by myself, Mister


Because how do you trust a head full of doubt

How can you believe a broken heart

Tell me, tell me how

Mister, tell me, tell me how



Who’ll come knockin’ tonight?

28 Aug

The night before last it was the four sisters and a dancing Yankee girl

The night before them it was Marvin Gaye and a geisha in a white kimono

I wonder who’ll come knockin’ tonight


Because the cover of darkness isn’t always relief from the harshness of day

It’s the playground of angels and demons alike


And then nobody came last night

Maybe they were just too scared, or scarred

Or maybe it was just too crowded

By lost souls, not seen or heard, but felt


It was a bit of a strange one in the wee hours of this morning

A dream catcher slapped me between the shoulder blades

The trinkets made a noise

Whispering “someone’s coming”

Guess whose back


I wonder who’ll come knockin’ tonight