on holiday for just an hour

French school kids run about in the park,
I listen into thier conversations
and daydream that I'm overseas on holiday.
Before I have to finish my lunch break
and get back to work.

wanderer

Wanderer, still lost
far from home, never to return
left with a rucksack
no material objects to burden.
Always looking back
to what he held close and dear
footsteps continue
this worn path, brings him here.
Otherside of this river
uptakes his hard pacing stride
reminded too much
of home, of what he left behind.

lonely bass

Down in this cellar
I play this chipped bass,
unable to cope
with two more strings.
Slumped dead on
this floor, no further strength,
no path forward
without your guidance.

Sat on my stool
wounded in my warzone,
white flag flutters
but I'll continue fighting.
My face unshaven
cant face whats in my mirror,
so how can I
let you look into my eyes.

Hold out my arm
prepear to burn myself,
I'm too scared
Use hot wax to avoid,
committed scarring.
I dont know if i'm hot or cold,
as I have noone
to hold and to tell me.

some haikus once more

FollowThePath.
Trees natter above,
like old cheek pinching grannies.
Scared, lost in this wood.

.GloryDays.
Viaduct stands proud,
valley below hurting, in pain.
Still scarred from abuse.

.SoulRot.
Drizzling rain, damp
creeping to the rotting souls,
collapsed valley towns.

you

You lied to me
said i was great,
you were my destiny
the point of my life.
But when i struggled
needed help and fell,
you didnt catch me.
You just twisted your
broken heel deep into
my heart
and left.

lonely hand

My hand as a child,
never held.
My hand now is
too large to be held.
I still have no hand to
hold in mine.

haiiiikuus

.AnyNeedForYou.
So do I need you?
or are you here, just to fill
that space in my arms.

.JapaneseMistress.
What I wouldn't give
for a firm spanking from you.
My Japanese wife.

nudist beach

My first time
and I'm shy,
nervously eating
my pork pie.
Up on beach,
waves lapping.
peak around,
towels flapping.
Salt sea breeze
knobbly knees.
too much skin
on public show,
thank god that
its noone I know.
A girl of eighteen
applies sunscreen
to a male heavy
pervy audience.

some more haikus again

.OutdoorWalk.
River slumbers on,
disturbed by my stumbling
sweaty reflection.

.MorningRun.
Confused by half caught
conversations wheezed past,
by morning joggers.

MiserableSod.
Loud drunk crowds gather
like humid thunderstorm clouds.
Spoiling my weekend.

haikus again

.CheerSpringIsHere.
Spring daisies appear,
like disgarded smoked fag butts.
Litter the park ground.

.ShutUp.
Gulls squalk biting tones,
like valley girls out on a
saturday night town.

LunchtimeTunes.
Birdsong fights traffic
to be my lunchtime soundtrack
during park visit.

some more haikus

.QuestForAView.
Climb to mountain top,
trying to enjoy the view.
Bloody damn midges.

.FlappyBreeze.
Laundry high on line.
Spring breeze fills shirt like ships sail.
Bra flaps like wind sock.

.TooManyCars.
Trains once rumbled by
replaced now by many cars.
Valleys echo still.

kinky times

Another tuesday evening approaches,
our pre-planned night
for the horizontal monster mash.
Tied up break me in with abuse,
leave me covered with brusies.
If anyone asks,
I'll say that i had a fight
and lost.
Pour over hot wax,
wince as it hits me with a splash.
All through this Im still
trying to remember if I flossed.

Be kinky,
with me.
I'll shout out our chosen
safety word.
If it all gets a little
too much,
dont want to be left
broken and fractured.

Saddle up get on top pull my reins,
whip imported from japan
want to play horesy some more.
Seen just a respectable couple,
special wardrobe full of canes.
Swinger sites,
wearing more rubber than
a bike tire.
Pinch tightly, scratch,
stubbing my toe hard on the door.
The only pain i dont like
makes me howl like a choir.

Be kinky,
with me.
I'll shout out our chosen
safety word.
If it all gets a little
too much,
dont want to be left
broken and fractured.

Some stuff has too many extremes,
a bit too much to try
like being dressed like pikachu.
This Cosplay nonsense seems,
offputting and unarousing but.
If Im honest
you would look good
as Chun Li.
Spinning bird kick me
until youve got me bent over you.
Wrestle me to the floor
suffogate me with that hot booty.

oh rachel riley

From the moment my eyes
clapped stubbled on you.
My heart felt full,
like its stuffed full of pies.
Cogs twirl,
in that war stopping
pretty face working out
that numbers round.
No greater beauty can be found,
except if you were nude
thats so true.

Oh Rachel Riley
with your smart head
and warming smile.
I'd swot up just to impress
as long as at the end
you got to undress.

Politely making small talk
with dictoinary corner.
I watch you,
practicing my moonwalk.
In bed,
bring you breakfast
before ive finished toast.
I would watch you
solve the daily mails sudoku,
so modest about it my
ecliptic lunar.

Oh Rachel Riley
with your smart head
and warming smile.
I'd swot up just to impress
as long as at the end
you got to undress.

Everyday a different outfit
that shows off those.
Luscious legs,
to my tv they transmit.
Placed vowels,
and odd consonants
spell my long love of her.
Queen on throne
Carol fanbase continue to moan,
will she ever be mine?
Noone knows.

haikus

.DontEatBeforeJobInterviews.
Interview gone wrong.
Sticky toffee gave me a
speech inpediment.

.CleverSods.
Quantum mechanics
for those intelligent souls.
I'll read the Beano.

smug looker

Jealous?!? Of you?!
With your smug fat face,
and fat-assed hairy armed
girlfriend hanging
off you.
I dont think so.

loathing town

Standard issued night in town,
displaying, like zoo animals.
Alpha males,
hunting down hen parties.
Jewellery shaking
like a tube of smarties
Wide boy swagger
causing a dark hating frown,
more use as a cavader.

Uniformed dress code
brown shoes, blue jeans
a rolled up sleeve shirt
from river island.
Leaves me feeling inert,
as they bound about in
autopilot mode.

Endangered, the only one here,
wearing, a scruffed up tshirt.
Vodka shots,
downed by valley brusiers.
sambucca scent
lures pack of crusiers,
the morning after
I watch drinking a flat beer,
will end in disaster.

Uniformed dress code
brown shoes, blue jeans
a rolled up sleeve shirt
from river island.
Leaves me feeling inert,
as they bound about in
autopilot mode

Queuing up for late night entry,
auditioning snog marry avoid.
Tapping heels,
Determined wannabe wags.
our futures mothers
Dance around Gucci bags
obsessed by image
sell themselves, a low fee,
push up bra cleavage.

haiku

.QuickMarch.
Striding a quick pace
stand on someones heel. Look to
person left to blame

haiku

.NeverLasts.
Friends form circles like
sticky pint marks on table.
Wipe away with a cloth

extreme wanking

Hidden at back of cinema,
as i rub one out.
Furious flapping strokes
no matter how hard,
I cant feel my wang.
Stop dead.
Sickly panic sets in,
this isnt my cock.
................
Whispered in my ear,
'Dont Stop'.

haiku

.FirstSight.
Fell in love with girl,
Looked in her eyes, and told her
All rests with her now

my private view

Gasping for sweaty breaths
staggering to the very top.
Collapsing on knees.
Gah! Someone else is up here!
Hangaround until they go
so i can have this view all to myself.

haikus

.NeverFades.
Water flows, cascades.
Sharp rocks ground down, until smooth.
Scars will never fade.

.ListeningIn.
Extractor fan hums,
polite conversation said,
over coffee cup.

.ValleysRamble.
Woodpeckers rhythm,
train chorus rumbles below.
stream twinkles like stars.

Smokers of Bargoed

Choking as belching smoke
pours out,
not from coal trains and pits.
Deep scarred and worn
faces of those smokers
who still live here.