Monthly Archives: May 2012

Rejection

I reject your words,

the words you wrote,

to reject my words,

the words I wrote.                                                                                                                    

I pinned up the letter,

the letter you wrote,

that dismissed the poem,

the poem I wrote.                                                                                                                      

Publication suitability,

the reason cited,

the editorial prerogative,

to question why I’d write it.                                                                                                       

A poem of darkness,

hatred and lies,

corruption uncovered,

and media spies.                                                                                                                      

I had opened my heart,

to Horse and Hound magazine,

to comment unbiasedly,

on the Leveson Inquiry.


Inspiring Blog Award Nomination

The rules:

Thank the person who nominated you:

A very big thank you to http://m00nsh1n3.wordpress.com/  for both the nomination and her rich, dark, creative words on her blog pages.

Tell 7 things about you that will not come up in your blog entries:

1. I used to ride motorcycles for a living.

2. I have two jet black cats.

3. I love cheese.

4. I am a pirate.

5. I was once nearly eaten by crocodiles.

6. My middle name is Giles.

7. Reality TV makes me angry.

Pass this on to seven other bloggers that you find inspiring.

1.  http://toasha.wordpress.com/

2. http://dpbowman.wordpress.com/

3. http://gigoid.wordpress.com/ 

4. http://thesleeperstome.wordpress.com/

5.  http://darkestangelica.com/

6.  http://pennyluker.wordpress.com/

7.  http://auroramorealist.wordpress.com/

Thank you again for the nomination and best of luck to my fellow nominees! Write on!


This Poem

Will knot, right?

Itself being less malleable

but nevertheless still pliable

in terms of magic.

Magical commands dress down

any common determination.

Determined, but why?

Less out of duty than desire.

For, nothing linear

will do. In terms of the

requested eternity.

We need our forever.

Knot it, bend it.

Never permit the lines form.

Our immortality depends

wholly on this rule.

Rules intended to

bend. Broken denies

the realisation. Of our

intended end.

Circles and knots.

We need our forever.

Our voices heard

the knotted word.

Published in Ditch,  http://www.ditchpoetry.com/timkerton.htm


Invincible

“You question my invincibility now?”

The door is ajar. Perhaps more.

After all this time.

Now she questions me.

“You made me believe. Now you doubt me?”

I slide the door closed.

The wind feels fresh.

Like ants. They are like ants.

The sobbing is a distraction.

I can’t deny it.

Doubt has crept in now.

What has changed?

My faith was strong.

And now?

“Go on then. Do it if you’re going to, you stupid bastard!”

More of a shriek than a shout.

Muffled through glass.

Still a shriek though.

This should be easy.

My feet look strange on the rail.

I was right.

I am right.

Not about the ants.

They are definitely not ants.

That becomes quite clear.

Briefly.

 

Published in Ditch,  http://www.ditchpoetry.com/timkerton.htm


Shanks in Shoes

“Yo. What ends you from?”

a voice cracks from the dark

I quicken my pace

moving further into the park                                                                                             

the voice cracks once again;

“Yo. You think you can ignore me?”

I look into his face

there’s enough hate to floor me                                                                                          

pedals and chains

and rubber on tarmac

bandanas and hoods

and eyes full of pain                                                                                                             

completely surrounded

my eyes scan the pack

no more words forthcoming

I feel the knife in my back                                                                                                    

I drop down to my knees

the air leaves my lung

small hands through my pockets

with the speed of the young                                                                                                

back on to their wheels

they laugh as they go

I get up on my feet

to where, I don’t know                                                                                               

my mobile stolen

I shout to a stranger

he enters the park

and sees I’m in danger                                                                                                        

an ambulance called

I lay down on the grass

my shirt is so wet

this calmness can’t last.