Tag: new writing

V (2022) untitled new poem

how well the martialled world submits
curtseys to its lord and mistress
on the back of power limitless
desire fulfilled feels the infinite
sets out to keep its pleasures
so cower in your place, a cage, a rabbit hutch

ii 2022 (new haiku)

Copperfield’s sun shines
giving all he needs and’s not got
an adult tongue’s ear

A.H (7th February 2022)

i 2022 (new poem)

what do we do with the post’s whisper
volumized in the echo chamber
the living utterance of ghost mouthers
a binary ear that dreams fears
and deliverance

what can we do
but hear without fear

A. H (7th & 11th February 2022)

amazed – new poem

having difficulty following the lines
of the false narrative I’ve been placed in
the fake path of psychiatrists and social State police
they’ll enjoy having me seem more hapless
lost — hiding how it’s they that close my paths
funnel me into the dungeons of misunderstanding

A.H (18th December 2021)

Leftover (new poem)

Used, used badly they fall into disrepair
people, not exactly gadgets, tools
not exactly not
machines played for winnings
spinning tops over which the overgrown gurn

blind perhaps to their status given
something hard they learn
overwound, scraped and scratched
hidden, better unattainable,
the back of the drawer their place
to dream of healing, growth’s freedom

touched by an odd moment of sun
the rest swim in treacle
doing their best
unheeded

True Words – prose

an experience judged as abnormal when as a poet friend reflected to me it may not be so unusual at all . . .

the ruins

it is no Supernova
the fission of a soul
Ground Zero’s ruin
mourning over all

dreaming of a fusion
to re-pack this fall
not so self deceiving
as to believe it will

just a hope that humans
may learn better how to build

A. H 18th October 2021

Repression

— the narratives of life
with which the dead can’t live

A. H (10th July 2021)

Lil Eyes – tanka

Lil Eyes lies lilied
low lied bloom of a li-lo
Lil Eyes lies closed eyed
not in denial of light
somehow photosynthesised

A.H (29th May 2021)

terms

they’re not bothered with
instead just insist you dance
to their call of the tune

A. H / K. H-H (27th July 2020)

rose

thorn bush needle tree bare
air spiked striker at the year
dying back head deaded pruned
your sap gathers toward growth
a summation of all your points
all it’s left to you to be
delicate, silk petal fragrant flesh
concentrate of beauty’s hope
the natural conclusion
to your briar scratch upon the world

A. H / K. H-H (20th July 2020)

try two of my other poems about roses –

albertine

and more recently:

some tide has moved the season of a heart