Category Archives: Poetry

Now the journey..

archerNow the wine

 Now the cake

  Now the journey

    through the lake.

You begged me once

 You’ll beg again

  Untie my boat

   Be home by ten.

Your darkness hides

 a bitter edge.

  Now push it off

   from the waters edge.

The boat sits low

 the weight is yours.

  Now hurry on

   and move those oars.

Now the wine 

 Now the cake

  Now the journey

   through the lake.

The dry song

 of a drawn blade.

  Not a soul 

   to lend you aid.

Lonely now 

 upon the water.

  One splash of the oar

   will be your slaughter.

Not a breath

 has passed your lips.

  You hear me now.

   A fear that grips.

Now the wine.

 Now the cake.

  Now the journey

   through the lake.

You panic now

 You splash and shriek

  I take my aim

   Your end I seek.

The arrow finds 

 its place of rest

  Gently protruding 

   from your chest.

For I am Vorse

 and judgement’s mine

  Come visit again

   my lake sometime.

Now the wine

 Now the cake

  Now the journey

   through the lake.


The Door at the End of the Corridor on the Seventh Floor

door
is blue. Or black, maybe.

It’s a dark colour and it opens with a knock.

Or two.

Footsteps, a pause, then the click.

That’s the order of it.

I like the pause.

I know she’s looking at me through the small lens.

Just for a second.

The well oiled brass deadbolt prepares for its surrender.

Again.

The smooth click of defeat.

Unlocked, unbolted, unnecessary.

Open.

In.

Click.

The lock is a lock once more.

Now with two in its charge.

 


Poetry on reelrebelsradio.com..

RRRlogo48pm tonight UK time the Broken Verb is on the theme of nature. Submit poetry here to be read or played on November’s show. Next shows theme is alcohol. The written word or mp3 are acceptable formats.

Archived shows are available here http://www.reelrebelsradio.com

Peace.


Dreich

rainMy breath was hard,
Tough, as I climbed.
Grass of foot and wet,
I trod.
I found solace
Alone, by my side.
Misty winds distracted me.
Tempted me away
From my sodden silence.
I remembered then
Why I came.
                                                                             Why I stood.
                                                                            On damp hills
                                                                           Where drizzle and dew
                                                                          Sit side by side
                                                                         On gentle blades.
                                                                        Where grey clouds
                                                                       Whisper secrets
                                                                      To comfort the broken.
                                                                     I came
                                                                   To remember
                                                                 Why I stood.


The Broken Verb

Tonight at 8pm UK time The Broken verb spoken word poetry show is on the theme of ‘Politics’. Thank you to everyone who contributed their written and recorded poems and time.

Next months theme is ‘Love and Despair’. Light and lovely, dark and desperate, pleasure or pain. You tell me. Submit poetry here, or timkerton@yahoo.co.uk, or @timkerton on twitter. Record your own words in your own voice in mp3 or wav format or send me the written words by August 24th. 

Click here to listen. http://www.reelrebelsradio.com/

If you miss the scheduled time the show will be saved in the archives.

Love.


The Drunken Junk

  styx

 

His thin brittle anger broke free again.

Sharp shards of pain pushed out.

I silently encouraged him.

Entertain me.  Please.

I’m bored.

Opening sunny gates, we drift…

Lengthways..

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

Overhanging trees undermined our cynicism.

Too beautiful.

Too nice.

For us.

Spit and curse for me.

Poison my day.

bloody boatman.

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

My violence was swift.

Cunning. Nasty.

He saw nothing.

Felt everything.

Steel  glanced off bone.

Flesh fell away.

bloody boatman.

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

Drifting now.

Lighter. Sweeter.

Awash with blood.

The deck was slippery.

One heave.

His splash made me chuckle.

bloody boatman.

 

 

 

 

 


The Broken Verb

Tonight at 8pm UK time The Broken verb spoken word poetry show is on the theme of ‘Bankers’. Thank you to everyone who contributed their poems and time.

 

Click to here listen. http://www.reelrebelsradio.com/

 

If you miss the scheduled time the show will be saved in the archives.

 

Love.