Cat Tells Me Secrets

  White whisker whispers paw playfully batting and nipping….. These fluttering earlobes catch butterfly syllables, this cat has secrets and her smile tastes wicked… it is a stretching pink over sharp, white twinkles glinting…. ahhh yes …. this tender wish swims vibrantly orange, innocent and succulent.


  the asp was forced into it’s devil role…. his shining body pricking with intention sliding through the folds of pathetic drama to fulfil this desperate pantomime.. a reluctant fictitious grief……love bite on her breast and pharaohs shadow a private dancer on the wall tangled in hieroglyphic orders…. gold is swiped in sparkling distraction and crownsContinue reading “Cleopatra”

was she even there?

  and do you think I could see her, feel her smell her? do you think I could find her flower-eyed softness, her flowing pelt, her intrepid glee…? I heard her purring, permeating, beneath me I am sure, within my  own blossoming pages… still…. was she even there or was she just a wisp aContinue reading “was she even there?”

Ivory Elephant (again)

  If you let someone love you will they wander off? will they get lost or side tracked, like I did when I was three at the market? a tiny ivory elephant was my desire then, the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood. My loves, my treasure. If I am someone’s ivory elephant willContinue reading “Ivory Elephant (again)”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.


Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Cosmos Reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

SouL SpeakS

He started Writing, The paper started speaking...