Triplicated

Affair

The first brush with love
The blush that follows a kiss
A bubble gum sigh

A lovers’ diary
Pages of hot betrayal
Bed sheets turn colder

An apology
Chrysanthemum bouquet
Those difficult words

 

Secrets and lies

 

The boiling water
Spreads lies from a broken spout

The tea has been spilled

To keep a secret

First requires some honesty

Then a lack of it

The last letters home

A shortage of honest ink

Dipped into my soul

 

Paint

 

The smudge of moonlight

A pastel pasted shape shift

On inky canvas

In the soft water

There are the hardest splashes

And the cruellest drip

Abandoned oil

Frames an ugly self portrait

On an ocean scene

 

 

Premature

 

Ten weeks too early

The drive into the night

Hoping and praying

 

As still as statues

We are procrastinating

Awaiting morning

A shuddering chest

Machines bleep and fingers twitch

As I fell in love

 

 

Family and friends

 

To be family

Means tolerance of each other

And to stand up strong

 

The well chewed dog toy

Lies in the empty basket

The house is silent

 

Treasure all moments

They are fireflies in bottles

Whose light will decay

 

Under the stars

 

We time travellers

Stuck in first gear wandering

Forward, year on year

 

Moonlit syllables

Became long conversations

Drifting under stars

We were once atoms

Now we shine like beams of light

soon to be atoms

 

Rise up

 

Choose your way in life

We all follow different paths

Sometimes they may cross

Some days are empty

Dip in the memory pool

and fill up the void

 

Stress is a burden

Rest awhile on life’s roadside

Resume your journey

 

Damage

 

Beware of dark rain

Especially when it falls

Inside your own head

 

The broken windows

Are intentional damage

When hearts are on fire

In our darkest times

We cannot be sure others

Will provide the light

 

Become

 

Always stay humble

You will see how proud men lie

They live beneath you

 

In the moments heat

All things can be forgotten

Except what matters

 

It’s narrow minded

To jump on the bandwagon

You’re at life’s crossroads

 

 

Learn

 

Make your dreams come true

work hard, educate yourself

the rest is easy

 

Do not fear to fail

Fear will stop you from living

You should fail to fear

 

I meant to say

That life is so beautiful

I pointed at flaws

 

Write

 

Press my pretty words

Into your wallet or bag

Traveling poet

 

Writers’ dilemma

Desire for validation

Desire for secrets

 

The pen is static

Blank pages remain silent

Refusing to touch

 

 

Mirror

 

Do not trust mirrors

They tell greying lies each day

Cruel lines get old

 

The empty glasses

Reflecting the things of joy

Your eyes used to see

In seven years

I feel life will get better

One piece at a time

 

 

War

 

A storm is brewing

Keep a grip on your teacup

And keep yourself safe

 

This is a wind up

There is no good time for war

Dial back aggression

 

An occupation

Is how you make a living

Or make a killing

 

Animals

 

Wood pigeon listens

The forest echoes silence

The eggs become cold

 

The way a dog lies

As if the torn up bedding

Was not his business

 

Gang land thuggery

A seagull stealing pizza

Pavement bleeding red

 

 

Diet

 

Carry a spare tyre

In case you have a breakdown

or run out of food

Abandoned coffee

A rush to the finish line

Tender carpet burns

 

I painted the town

But the fact that it was blue

Helped the hangover

 

Witch, Vampire, Monster

 

And annoyingly

They were not even my shoes

Said poor Dorothy

Transylvania

Nothing is off the men

Including yourself

Be honest Victor

Who’s the real monster here?

A tricky question

 

 

Confessions

 

The board creaks louder

With every drunken footstep

A midnight scolding

We were on a break

The evening had no brakes

Now we’re on a break

 

Not all things in life

Are totally black and white

Stop badgering me

 

Advice

 

To truly be loved

Do not waste time with people

Adopt a doggy

Love is like treacle

Once you open the old tin

You’re stuck in its grip

Minimalism

Is the world’s way of saying

Get rid of your shit

 

Professions

 

Cabinet makers

A veneer of happiness

Left upon the shelf

The magic circle

Holidayed in Bermuda

Lost their special wands

The Undertaker

Offers nothing but respect

Then takes you under

 

Science Fiction

 

Yoda fell in love

Ewok soon became pregnant

Baby gooseberry

Dalek eviction

There was a struggle to find

Nice bungalows

 

Neo had doubts

Morpheus reassured him

You are still the one

 

 

Reflections

 

When we are older

We will fulfil ambitions

Of our youngest years

 

The empty glasses

Reflecting the things of joy

Your eyes used to see

Your day may be wild

Reflect in the evening

let the dusk settle

 

 

Imagine

 

Minimal poems

Of nature life and struggle

They call it a hike

Imagination

The last remaining refuge

Of the troubled soul

What is it out there

That lies beyond my grasp

It’s me, always me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gavin Turner is a writer and poet from Wigan, England. He has a number of short stories and poems published in Roi Faineant press, Punk Noir Magazine and Void space. His debut Chapbook, The Round Journey was released in May 2022. You can reach him via Twitter @gtpoems

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