Sensuality

My heavy heart pounding
as sweat gathers on my brow
it is you I love.

©spor

Angelic Beauty Queen.

I once new this little girl
Angelic little thing
Once so young
And innocent
A joy to be seen.

But now she is grown up
In fact she is now a teen
My adorable little angel
The beauty blogging queen.

©spor

For my daughter Emily check out her teen beauty blog at
http://lemmylou.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1

My Autumn Leaf

A single brown leaf
floats down from the sky
drifting gently in the breeze
catches my eye.
on the moment of impact
with the concrete ground
everything falls still
there is no one else around
the soft
clean
crisp sound
for my ears alone
the majestic echo
of nature on stone.
once its beauty
acknowledged
the world can begin
with people
and traffic
creating a deafening din.
as the silent
chilly breeze starts to lift
so do does my leaf
my beautiful gift.
only then do I appreciate
the fullness of my surprise
as there are no trees in sight
there are none for miles.

©spor

Fingers Frantically Fumble .

flowing
freely
fiddling
fingers
frantically
fumble

typing
tender
temptation
through
tantalizing
thoughts

surely
someone
somewhere
senses
sensual
satisfaction

don't
deny
deeply
dreamt
daring
deeds

longingly
live
laugh
look
learn
love

©spor

Stolen Summer .

Hair follicals stand erect
chattering teeth tap out the rhythm
of a song I'm sure I recognize
but just can't put a name to
and all the while
I can't help but wonder
who stole summer?

There were no beach balls
or barbecues
no sand castles built
there was not the predictable pain
of sun burn
followed by the endless
peeling of skin
like an iguana in low humidity

There were no late nights
sitting in the garden
with a glass of red wine
watching the sun
slowly sink to the bottom
of the glass
glowing the sky red.

Summer this year
has been stolen
never to be recovered
all those memories
that were never made
lost
all those songs never written
never to be heard
they may only have stolen summer
but they have taken
so much more.

©spor

City On The Hill.

city on the hill
steep climbs and steps
endless steps
sloping narrow roads
the natives have adapted
walking
standing
sitting
always leaning to one side
the tourist struggles
to navigate the surrounding walls
and winding path ways
that lead to yet
another shopping mall
before finally getting lost
as it all looks the same.

the waterside
the bog side
is the division this city has
needless to say its wet
as the sky opens
and the deluge
puts both natives
and tourist to shame
moving quickly
over every surface with ease
always moving down
and of course
with a lean to the side.

©spor

someones been sleeping in my bed!

some one has been sleeping
in my bed
said daddy bear
when he finally made it
up the stairs
his aching knees
both burning
like flares 

He is sure he made it
this morning
and double checked
before leaving the house
but now it's mess
which he does detest
after a hard days work
he looks forward
to his rest.

While scratching his head
he lay down and said
"something not right about that'
so standing tall
he pulled cover and all
till it lay at the foot of the bed

Well low and behold
there lay his nine year old
looking so peaceful
and small
putting away the claws
with his big paws
he carried him gently
down the hall.

While tucking him in
baby bear kissed
his chin and said
" sorry for the mess
I was trying my best
to make sure
you had a comfortable bed"

" It's alright my son
no damage done,
good night
sleep tight
and Godbless "

©spor

For my son Dylan.

down.

I am huddled in the corner
of one room
the one room with the fire
in this four bedroom house
alone now with only my thoughts
they are my only company
my only friend
At first there were four souls
occupying this space
companions
sharing no religion or race.
good times where had
until it went bad
gloom descended on the place
Friendships turned sour
hate flowed by the hour
as those friends ripped
each other apart
no need to pretend
it all had to end
before the sickness
around them
took
prime cuts
from the heart.

here I am
alone
huddled in the corner of one room
the one room without blood
waiting
I am waiting
waiting for some one
to take me away from this town
it is dragging me
down.

down

down.

© spor

The Realist, The Optimist and The Pessimist ....

step by careful step
we few move slowly forward
only to fall back.

step by careful step
we all move slowly forward
to achieve our goal.

step by careful step
they all move slowly forward
what's the bloody point!

©spor

Exhausted Rest (another cup of coffee another cigarette )

As the sun slips away
in that twilight hue
tiredness settles in my eyes
brain
body
and bones.

The struggle of the day past
begins to manifest
in pain
as aching joints
and a resonating pulse
in the core of my mind
throbbing heavier
with every beat of my heart

Sleep is not upon me yet
there are many hours
of torment ahead
of creating distraction
and numbing the senses
before I can hide
in the land of dreaming
another cup of coffee
another cigarette.

Once the night has fully come
and the clock hours
begin to ascend
I can lay silent
in the dark
closing my eyes
to a whirling dervish of thoughts
flashbacks of the hours lived.

With exhaustion
the conscious mind
eventually losses the battle of control
and the sub conscious
becomes the puppet master
manipulating my thoughts
projecting my visions
tearing my dreaming body
through dark under worlds
and blinding skies.

When the dark of night burns away by the heat of the morning sun
the conscious mind gains back control
exhausted from my dark rest
I awake to face another day
another cup of coffee
another cigarette
another heart beat
another breath.

©spor

TAp TAP taP

I have the want to write
but there are little thoughts in my head
the grey matter is feeling hollow
the passion is surely dead.

I am running on autopilot
muscle memory ruling the roost
I need a shot of something
to give myself a boost.

I'll just keep my fingers moving
there is some connection to the brain
perhaps the continuous tapping
will find away through the pain.

©spor

Silenced by society

My every thought
is muted gagged and silenced
by society .

©spor

Empty Panic

panic and fear
runs through my body
paralysed
confused
a cold sweat
settles on my brow.

when the shock passes
i gather my thoughts
how do i deal with
what has confronted me
there must be a resolve
a solution
a cure.

the coffee jar is empty
and the shop shut.
the emergency supply
long since gone
used and not replenished .

©spor

brothers and sisters .

I have two brothers
and then of course me
and two sisters also
to add to us three
all very different
that's plain to see
but very much part
of one family.

sometimes we don't talk
for months at a time
a text now and then
to check all is fine

but if there is crisis
or a need to be filled
we bond quicker than concrete
that could never be drilled

to my brothers
and sisters
who i hold deep
in my heart
remember we are always together
especially when apart.

©spor

my one love...

with out my one love
i would crumble and be lost
my wife gives me life.

©spor

blue gu !

blue gu covers me
poured from the heavens
it smothers
and has me bound
like pharoah long dead

from it i can not break free
like a bath of treacle
or quick sand
it sucks at my body
pulling me down

I gasp for air
fighting for life
each breath more difficult
than the last
as i panic for the next.

©spor

sleep ........

while i was sleeping
my own world abruptly changed
awoke to silence

@spor

Fighting Sorrow

"peacefully while sleeping"
the words ring in my ears

as the shock grabbed me by the throat,
choking back all emotion,
my mind,
broken.
my heart,
torn.

fighting back the tears,
holding at bay the grief,
just to get through the day.

when safe at home
with the ones I cherish most,
the floods will come.

there I shall drown.
slowly in salty tears of sorrow,
for only they could rescue me.

©spor

sorrowful change ...

As Autumn arrives
the youth of Spring slips away
gently with the breeze.

©spor