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Fish Bones

Posted by andysmerdon on February 11, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: disturbed, insomnia, iPhone photography, sleepless, unquiet mind. 5 Comments
I cast my mind about
Searching for just one
Peaceful memory
One image to still
A consciousness in turmoil.
Befuddled thoughts of anger arise
Failed friendships revived
Lost loves sought
Missed opportunities revisited
All conspire to withhold rest. 


Like a fish bone
Stuck in my throat
At Friday night dinner
I am unable to swallow.
To clear the way
I twist sheets
And toss my pillow.
Finally darkness takes me
Into troubled sleep
Only to be disturbed moments later
By a relentless alarm

Bury Me

Posted by andysmerdon on February 2, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: death, digital art, Love, Memories, never forget, Remember. 6 Comments
Bury me softly
In words of love
Sweet caresses
And butterfly kisses


Hold me gently
In arms as tender
As angels wings
And soft summer breezes


See me openly
With your eyes so deep
Look into the very depths 
Of my aching soul


Remember me
In carefree dreams
And quiet coffee breaks
In seaside cafes


Bury me in memories
Away from the ravages
Of the thief
We know as time

Trust

Posted by andysmerdon on January 29, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: deception, environment, environmental protection, false gods, lies, lost trust, political, Promises. 2 Comments


Hidden behind backyard deals
And covered with words
The whisper of truth
Is seldom spoken aloud


And while his land burned
And he worshipped his false gods
It was his people who stood
In sackcloth and ashes


Once a man of promise
Indeed of many promises
He failed to deliver
And so lost our trust


Can trust be restored
Do words still hold value
Once they have been used
In lies and deception


The murmur is building
Maybe the whisper
Once buried in rhetoric
Is to be shouted at last


As we the people
Speak for this land and its inhabitants
And demand more
Than just ashes and promises

Drifting

Posted by andysmerdon on January 24, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: calm, challenges, Changes, Life, Life Journey, Peace. 9 Comments
Alone I drift
Through a life of change
Seeking no specific answers
Reacting only when necessary. 

The constant flow of time
Sometimes quicker
Other times painfully slow
Marks my passage. 

Sometime I drift
In thoughts
And dreams

Sometimes I drift
In simple black and white
And then in colour

Sometimes I drift
In meditation
and sometimes in confusion

Sometimes I drift
On clouds
Of ecstasy and pain

Sometimes I drift
And build
Fantastic structures

Sometimes I drift
Alone
And at peace

Sometimes I drift
In ideas
Of transcendence

Sometimes I just drift

More words

Posted by andysmerdon on January 1, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: confusion, experimental, New Year, poetry, Why write, Words. 2 Comments

Am I a witch?
A word witch
Capable of casting
Protective spells 
To distract a troubled mind?
To make eyes smile
While faces weep.

To rip concentration
From the memory
Of a roadside accident
And highlight the colour –
The amazing colour –
Of that pedestrians hair. 

Could it be that I give freely
Or am I somehow paid by the simple act
Of writing these words,
Which distract me from
Personal demons and
Discomforting thoughts?

Could it be that my words
Are like the spray paint
Of a street artist?
Loved by some
Reviled by others,
A simple distraction to most.
 
Inside me,
Words are pleasure and pain
Joy and fear.
And the surprise is,
Those same words to you
Can create the opposite…

Move them around.
Let them settle.

Maybe then I will be paid
With a gentle smile
At the corner of your eyes. 

The last beer

Posted by andysmerdon on December 30, 2019
Posted in: Poetry. 6 Comments

In the fridge

Beside a plate

Upon which lays a pizza wedge,

Is a beer.

It’s cold right now, but it

Will soon be beside

The warm, empty bottles

On the coffee table,

I know that for sure.

The table also has room

For an ashtray and a form guide.

The TV flickers a reality program

On silent,

And the radio plays race 7

From Randwick.

It’s hot and the fan clicks

Slowly overhead.

The lid twists familiarly off the bottle,

Which has started to sweat,

In my slightly shaking hand.

One quick mouthful

Then the bottle is against my forehead.

It slips against waxy skin

That is the same colour as

My once white singlet.

Sitting down I reassure myself…

I’ll clean up tomorrow.

Frangipani

Posted by andysmerdon on December 25, 2019
Posted in: Poetry. 3 Comments

Frangipani fragrance

Hangs heady in humid air

Cotton shirts cling

Bare feet brave bubbling bitumen

Christmas Day in Australia.

on love (a List poem)

Posted by andysmerdon on November 24, 2019
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: beauty, Life, List Poem, Love, Meditation, Thoughts. 4 Comments
 

One word, more meanings. 
I love that about words. 
I love my barista
He makes the best flat white. 
I love the colour orange.
And the taste of orange -
But not together with chocolate. 
I love chocolate. 
I love the way watercolour paints
Flow together. 
I love motorcycles. 
I love my dog. 
I love crunchy peanut butter
And Vegemite -
But not on the same piece of toast. 
I love my colleagues -
Some of them anyway. 
I love cheese and wine. 
I love beer and curries. 
I love the beach,
And the desert,
And the forest.
I love meditation.
I love that you are still reading this,
thank you.
I love the smell
of freshly tilled soil
and newly mown grass.
I love birds. 
I love lists. 
I love my son.
I am In love with my wife. 

Daydream

Posted by andysmerdon on November 1, 2019
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: beauty, daydream, Dream, ocean, Relaxation, relaxing. 3 Comments

A gentle breeze stirs
Carrying the scent of salt,
Touching my skin seductively
I drift back into sleep
Where she visits me again,
Just out of reach,
She smells like the beach,
A mixture of salt coconut and sand
And she dances slowly
To some internal music
That only she can hear,
Sunlight glistens on damp skin
And reflects off white sand,
Too bright,
I turn my head,
The sea breeze
Lifts me from this wool-gathering 
And surrounds me once again –
In cool fragrant air,
The distant call of sea birds,
And the oceans gentle sough

No

Posted by andysmerdon on July 15, 2019
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: humanity, Lovers, Mindfulness, no means no, Pain, poetry, relationships, Respect, Sex, stop violence against women. 4 Comments

In a bed

Or a car.

On a plane

Or a train.

In the long grass

Or a barren beach.

Against a wall

Or a kitchen table.

As long as it isn’t

Against a will.

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