Hamlel

Category: Poetry

  • Short Poems (J – Q)

    jump on the merry-go-round

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    lives
    running off into
    nowhere
    starting from 
    the beginning

    Leaves on the breeze

    In all directions
    Blown by the wind
    Buffeted
    Without
    Choice

    Life’s that bad, is it?

    Trying to avoid
    Facing reality
    By finding different ways
    Drugs or fantasies to escape

    Light globe

    Glowing filament
    Fading slowly
    Power spent
    Leaving
    Black

    Lines

    Straight
    Lines
    Curved
    Lines

    Lines going nowhere
    Endlessly circling
    Or directly to
    Their destination

    Thin
    Lines
    Fat 
    Lines

    litrse

    wot duz
    it matr

    f i kant
    spel

    mi pernts
    didn no

    y shud i

    means to an end

    twist
    bend
    strain
    cook
    doctor
    rig
    fiddle
    juggle
    fake
    act 
    bluff
    cheat
    LIE

    One plus one

    One 
    Person
    Cannot love
    Fully without
    Interaction with
    Another life
    A second
    Person
    Two

    Patterns of Light

    Myriad
    Reflections
    Splattering
    Diffusely
    Producing
    Latticework
    Creations

    Perfection Lost

    It was something
    exquisitely 
    beautiful
    delicate

    A perfect
    example
    of the artist’s
    ability

    Now it is lost
    shattered broken
    split apart
    smashed destroyed

    Forever
    disabled
    There are some things
    That can’t be fixed

    Personal Taste

    small
    petite
    perfectly
    smooth and silky
    immaculate shape
    more appealing
    than other
    larger
    ones

    Pornography

    dogeared pages
    marking the places
    that are frequently
    turned to
    in the book
    thought of by some
    as indecent
    degrading
    disreputable
    scandalous
    but by others as
    celebratory
    artistic
    beautiful
    erotic
    perhaps
    it is both
    perhaps
    neither
    perhaps
    a position of compromise
    all dependant on
    the philosophical
    or moral
    base
    that the individual
    viewers
    ideas
    spring from

    Predator or machine

    Deep within the rainforest
    Hidden in the valley
    Unseen unseeing
    Still able
    To cause
    Death

    Probably not

    I sat down
    to write a
    poem of
    happiness

    I finished
    with one of
    hate despair
    emptiness

    If I tried
    to write one
    of chaos 
    destruction

    Would I write
    a poem
    that is full
    of love joy

  • Short Poems (A – I)

    A place of dreams

    Open space peace
    serenity
    water slowly
    dripping onto
    the mossy rocks
    vast cavernous
    cathedral like
    in its beauty
    its majesty
    a place to live
    a place to love
    a place to die

    Beauty in Grey

    the grey
    scruffy
    floppy
    clothing
    trying
    to hide
    but not
    able
    to hide
    the slim
    sexy
    body
    beneath

    Cause and effect

    Differing
    Sensations
    Floating in
    From outside

    Altering
    Reactions
    Rising up
    From inside

    Contained

    enclosed by walls
    forever circling
    travelling the same path
    yet remaining contented

    Dear Jane

    How can I tell you
    That it is over finished
    Without hurting you
    Making you responsible
    For a fault in me
    My lack of ability
    In relationships
    My needs for personal space
    Outweighing my need for love

    Definitions of Self

    Who
    I am
    An attempt
    To embody
    The complexities
    Of personality
    In a clear simple manner
    An impossible task
    Any attempt is
    Compromising
    The essence 
    Of my
    Self

    essences of existence

    life
    breathing
    warm
    love
    glowing
    passion
    death
    crying
    cold
    hate
    burning
    anger

    Fantasy – Reality

    Horror stories
    Not always
    Fiction
    Fear

    First Date

    I found her attractive
    She gave enough signs
    That she wanted me
    But I
    For reasons unknown
    Make no advances
    Leaving her with
    Thanks for the coffee
    And a kiss on the cheek
    And so today
    Have regrets about
    What could have been
    And an incredible aching
    Pressure

    Flickering in the light

    Dancing figures
    Flitting around
    Sensual
    Ecstacy
    Hazy
    Shadows

    From below

    churning
    bubbling
    heaving
    finally
    surfacing
    bringing
    pain
    fear
    memories
    of death
    loss
    of self
    reliving
    destruction
    devastation
    defilement
    of hope

    Greenie

    we have no environmental problem
    we have 
    social, political 
    economic problems
    causing 
    environmental damage
    Treat the illness
    not the symptoms

    Hot Buttered Crumpet

    Seeping through the holes
    Flowing down into the base
    Warm golden liquid

    Impenetrable Veil

    Dull grey
    walls
    shutting me in
    creating a barrier
    between me and 
    other people
    the outside world
    protecting me from
    harm but also causing
    pain by not allowing me
    to get close to
    anyone or
    anything
    outside the walls

    Inseparable Opposites

    Love and hate
    bound together
    so closely
    that they cannot
    live apart
    cannot survive
    without or
    with each other
    resulting
    in confusion
    disorder
    bewilderment

    Insignificant Drip

    Insignificant drip
    creating ripples
    expanding outward
    influencing much

    Insignificant drip
    slowly eroding
    moulding reshaping
    solid rocks below

    Insignificant drip
    affecting many
    perhaps not quite so
    insignificant

  • Shadows of Sleep

    I

    death
    peaceful
    eternal
    final
    sleep

    II

    sudden flash of light
    erupting from the muzzle
    one more statistic

    III

    An endless sleep
    A sleep without dreams
    Without fear without pain
    Sometimes 
    The prospect 
    Can be very
    Appealing

    IV

    ripples disturbing
    the surface of the water
    as life slowly fades

    V

    small
    round
    and white
    they lie there
    strewn across the floor
    the bed
    the table

    blank 
    white 
    rectangle
    note pad with no words
    sleep
    solution for one

    forever

    VI

    the blonde locks of hair
    are now falling to the floor
    splattered vivid red

    VII

    he is hard to see
    this small dark shape 
    etched against the night sky
    hard to notice until the shape
    is silhouetted against the brightly lit
    windows of the concrete tower

    a shadow 
    moving past
    the white squares
    getting 
    gradually 
    larger

    flashing 
    blue and red 
    lights
    seen through the crowd
    of shadows in the night

  • Room

    There is a room
Full of colour
Buried
Deep inside
The grey brick building
 
A room
Full of colour
Not because of
Decor or
The room's quality
 
Full because of
The life
The spirit
Of the person
Who inhabits it
 
           *
 
           The
 
           *
 
Was I ever happy
Yes I was
Once
For fifteen minutes
I was
I was happy
 
           *
 
           Room's
 
           *
 
 
Everybody
Has to die sometime
It is no use
Crying about it
Excuse me for
For laughing it's just
It's just that it
It helps hide the pain
 
           *
 
           Colour
 
           *
 
When I went home
My parents
Wouldn't allow
Me to use
The swimming pool
And when I
Gave my sister
A kiss she
She wiped it off
Yes that hurt
That hurt that did
 
           *
 
           Gradually
 
           *
 
Living corpses
Nothing but bones
 
           *
 
           Fades
 
           *
 
 
He said
If he was in
My position
That he would
 
He would
Commit
Suicide
 
I'm not
A problem
 
Am I
He made me feel
I am
A problem
 
           *
 
           To
 
           *
 
I'm tired
Tired of pain
Tired of seeing
Healthy people I
Want to die this Sunday
 
           *
 
           Grey
 
           *
 
Don't cover my face
With a sheet
I wouldn't like that
 
 

  • Ode to a Massacre

    Gate of Heavenly Peace
immaculate concrete tiles
red stains ever expanding as
blood flowed and bodies fell
 
                     While
 
           No blood no freedom for China

 
                     Bullets
 
For one hundred and twelve minutes the soldiers
held their fire
then they pulled their triggers
and squeezed them tight for
just a single minute
 
                     And
 
           A twelve year old girl
           they kicked and kicked until she died
 
                     Tanks
 
           A girl - Morning Sun
           I am not afraid to die
 
                     Can
 
Twice the soldiers opened fire
twice cargo cycles hauled away their bodies
 
                     Kill
 
 
           A four year old girl
           killed by a bullet as she held her mother's hand
 
                     Individuals
 
The third time the soldiers held their fire
 
                     They
 
           In the crowd a girl heard that
           her younger brother had been killed
           she lost her composure
           ran towards the soldiers
           attempts to stop her
 
                     Cannot
 
Troops opened fire
 
                     Kill
 
           Seven times she was shot
           even while she was crawling
 
                     The
 
Were they sickened by shooting their countrymen
 
                     Spirit
 
           An eighteen year old girl crushed by a tank
 
                     Of
 
Were they simply too tired after a night of horror
 
 
                     Protest
 
           He was choked to death by metal chains that
           soldiers had hidden in hats for crowd control
 
                     Or
 
A white helicopter
 
                  The
 
           Soldier hanged from a bus
           burned and castrated after killing four
 
                     Struggle
 
Orders passed
 
                     For
 
           They don't care how many people die
           butchers
           executioners
           murderers
 
                     Freedom
 
Shots cracked
 
                     That
 
           How can they kill their own people
 
                     Is
 
Again line formed
 
                     Something
 
 
           They set fire to corpses
           we hurried to try to collect bodies
           but students and medics alike
           we were beaten back
 
                     They
 
Again soldiers shot
 
                     Cannot
 
           There is no more time
           we can't let any more blood flow
           we must leave
 
                     Do
 
For three weeks and one day it was
their patch of democracy
and they wanted it back
 
                     Forever
 
Proper response to counter-revolutionary violence
 
           Proper response to counter-revolutionary violence?
 
                     Proper response to counter-revolutionary violence?!?
 
While bullets and tanks can kill individuals
they cannot kill the spirit of protest
or the struggle for freedom
that is something they cannot do forever

  • Love Poems I – XVIII

    I

    soft silken pressure
    lying against my body
    warm moist inviting

    II

    delicate softness
    enveloping enclosing
    exquisite pleasure

    III

    shining greenery
    flowers on the furniture
    bodies twined in front

    IV

    breathing slowing down
    exhausted bodies fulfilled
    pleasure’s aftermath

    V

    release of tension
    sign of the pair’s union
    melding of being

    VI

    a chance meeting
    a glance a look
    eyes catching eyes
    communicating much with no words needed
    an exit
    a drive
    doors open and close
    lights are on
    though not too bright
    some music perhaps
    a drink
    they sit they talk
    hesitant at first
    still unsure
    although they are both there
    for the same reason
    then kisses 
    short soft
    followed by deeper more
    passionate kisses as they embrace each other
    hands touching each other’s bodies
    as they slowly sensually
    strip away clothing
    exploring and observing
    they move to a bed
    now fully unclothed
    hands and mouths caressing
    all over as they 
    give and receive pleasure
    with their bodies

    VII

    one night of pleasure
    creating by lack of care
    weeks of constant pain

    VIII

    open hands spread out
    both arms fully extended
    pleading for some love

    IX

    do i want someone
    purely for my own gain
    my own comfort
    or
    am i prepared
    to accept them
    for who they are
    and help realise their
    wants
    needs
    comfort

    do i know what i want
    or is it
    some impossible
    mixture of qualities
    that i want at different times
    that can never
    exist purely
    in one person

    can i stop
    putting expectations
    on everyone i meet
    and just
    accept
    them
    for who they are
    without reservations

    X

    Eyes catching eyes
    Hands searching hands
    Lips touching lips

    Arm feeling arm
    Leg coiling leg
    Tongue circling tongue

    XI

    Is the satisfaction
              the ecstacy

    Worth the constant demands
              the exhaustion

    XII

    Two small rooms
         Gleaming metal
              Cold shiny surface

    Varied size
         Holes in the wall
              A voyeur’s delight

    Largest hole
         Used for nameless
              Faceless liaisons

    Through the walls
         Hands and mouths give
              Perverted pleasure

    XIII

    Bang
        Grind
            Lash
                Poke
                    Hump
                        Mount
                            Scrape
                                Score 

    Violent words
              Is it always a violent act

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    XIV

    Lash of the whip
    Striking again
    Holding leather
    Wearing nothing
    Red stripes appear
    Crossing the flesh
    The body writhes
    In agony
    Strapped to the bed
    Vulnerable
    Fully exposed
    And yet strangely
    Aroused erect
    The whip is dropped
    The body squirms
    Held in suspense
    Rigid hardness
    Enters between
    Flaming red cheeks
    Agonised screams
    Of pain and bliss
    As spurts of white
    Splash on the red
    Pain for pleasure

    XV

    soft melodic phrases
    arise from the instrument
    that is perfect in its smooth rounded curves
    the amazing juxtaposition of the
    complexity and simplicity of both the instrument
    and the beautiful music arising from it
    it is joined by another instrument
    in its search for a perfect expression
    of the things it is trying to convey
    an instrument that is hard and long without 
    as much softness in the shape of its body
    but precisely the correct instrument to be set
    against the first instrument
    different in many ways from it
    but totally and fully compatible
    as they grow accustomed to each other
    the playing becomes more intense
    and far more varied
    at times the tempo is very quick
    at times quite slow
    the mood of the music also varying
    finally arising to an intense unified climax
    before gradually subsiding to stillness

    XVI

    if only tonight
    tomorrow will seem empty
    drained of all purpose

    XVII

    The glowing embers of the fire
    Providing the only warmth in the cold empty house
    The fire and soft music the only signs of life
    In the house – empty except for one
    Alone again gazing into the fire
    Thinking of who
    Or how
    To help fill the house with warmth
    With hope
    With life

    XVIII

    Torn away
    Before there was anything to tear

    Split apart
    Before we were even together

    Why do I 
    Feel drained shattered lost alone unloved

    Why must it 
    Hurt so much to lose something that I

    Never had
    How can I forget when there is so 

    Little to 
    Remember why should I long for what 

    Never was
    And what will now not ever happen

  • I Heard You Call

    I heard you call my name
    I do not know where from
    Nor the reason for the call
    But I heard you all the same

    I heard you call to me
    I must be mistaken
    That you are no longer here
    I cannot refuse to see

    I heard you call once more
    In tones so soft and sweet
    Attracting my attention
    I try so hard to ignore

    I heard you call again
    Just like you used to do
    Forcing me to remember
    The way that it was back then

    I heard you call my name
    But since that day long past
    That you were lost forever
    It can never be the same

  • His Book

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    As she entered into the world within
    The world bringing memories of her past
    Memories that she would rather forget

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    Her eyes transfixed by the yellow pages
    Yellowed with age, a portion of her past
    A past to remember and to forget

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    Lost, thinking of whatever ways she knew
    Ways to lose the memories of her past
    As she tried desperately to forget

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    Her hand that was now so cold, pale, rigid
    Becoming like a statue of her past
    Cold, hard, stonelike, in order to forget

  • Haiku I – XXIV

    These are poems in the syllabic form of Haiku but otherwise they make no attempt to be authentic Haiku.

    I

    haiku strong simple
    complete poem in three lines
    five seven and five

    II

    cheeky wattle bird
    outside the grey brick building
    playing unconcerned

    III

    red white blue and green
    yellow and orange and black
    oils on a canvas

    IV

    purple blue and grey
    thrown together without thought
    an artists’ nightmare

    V

    blue sky above me
    below a concrete jungle
    blending or clashing

    VI

    mist rolling away
    normality returning
    replacing stupor

    VII

    rapt concentration
    the extraneous ignored
    the artist at work

    VIII

    bubbling from beneath
    filtering slowly upwards
    churning the surface

    IX

    soaring high above
    going where the wind takes it
    free and unfettered

    X

    Just a change of state
    or loss of vital essence
    evaporation

    XI

    night following day
    nightmares following daydreams
    death following life

    XII

    G’day ‘ow are ya?
    What ya doin’ tonight luv?
    Same to you ya bitch.

    XIII

    Little black boxes
    lying in discarded piles
    waiting to be filled

    XIV

    One energy filled
    One ready to fall asleep
    Aftermath of love

    XV

    Thousands of fine strands
    Woven together to make
    A thing of beauty

    XVI

    The ticking of the clock
    Reminding me that I
    Live according to time

    XVII

    Breaking the silence
    With painful intensity
    Eerie haunting cry

    XVIII

    Angels and devils
    Vampires spirits and wizards
    Mythic existence

    XIX

    Precise dogmatic
    Highly opinionated
    Officious bastard

    XX

    Fitting together
    With absolute precision
    So compatible

    XXI

    Logic emotion
    Existing together or
    Forever apart

    XXII

    Flowers on the wall
    Distractedly merging with
    Designs on the floor

    XXIII

    How incredible
    To find that what was a dream
    Has become a fact

    XXIV

    Corners compartments
    Forced into their own niches
    A pattern of life

  • Fields of …

    Stretching unto the horizon
    Disappearing from view
    Spreading out in all directions
    Lush, green manicured fields

    Saplings growing daily stronger
    Springing from seeds they grew
    Developing shades of silver
    Shading the sun washed fields

    Bursting out of the fertile earth
    Flowers of gold and blue
    Daffodils and violets give birth
    To multi coloured fields

    The lovers washed by golden rays
    Their bond so strong and new
    Relaxing in a cocaine haze
    After sex in the fields

    Laid in even spaced lines and rows
    For what they thought was true
    The young men take their last repose
    Under the white crossed fields