“Simple Sex Less Legs Equals Complex Problems Mess Master Peace Conur Bation Limb Limb Limber Peace Limber Bation Sickle Suckle Mickle Muckle Sook Suck Lum Lumber” LovePoetrySexPoem Author:Gordon Roddick
“FLUENT LOVE Time dark obscure Faded into love’s magic As we lay out separate hearts, Tragic, Eyes bled the souls’ Hidden secrets as we fled To the goals Of fluent love. Our hearts melting Ran down to our loins, A swollen molten mass united No joins We merged so fluid And raised our single voice in thanks To the druid Of fluent love. We smoked our single Cigarette singing, Our single song Ringing To the sad sun, so certain Of winter’s morning cold Behind the curtain Of fluent love.” LifePhilosophyWisdomPoetryTimePoemContemplationAttributed No SourceLove Reflection Author:Gordon Roddick
“Introspection I suffer from the lack of intense introspection inspection of an exhausting experience - lack as opposed to surfeit - a surfeit of compensation overeating overdrinking overserved over and out it's always my shout” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Inspection No 1 In the underdown Of my mind, Find crack of secrets Cellar damp, And in their naked Fact Unequal To the moulded fur Of expectation In which they simmer. This summer I will Usher them out in pairs To do a writing dance Of drying death Then toss amongst My memories to Find some curling more.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry LoveGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Dephile De-soul me Here in my Desolation Take away The spark That fires The arteries That drives The mind That charges The fingertips Compute me Count me Then tuck fuck me Away in Your green Locked box.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry LifeGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“I am the Galloping Cowboy On the Hard-earned Horse” LifeHumourPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry LifeGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Now I understand the silence, Now that he told me That you had passed by, He told me it was four months That you had clamoured about me, It’s sad that I didn’t realise That it was you. He said that in the fourth month, I had confided that you had clamoured For my understanding, that you had Only wanted to pluck out my entrails And examine them, that you wanted my life, He says you went away bearing my child. Now I understand this silence, It would be wrong to say how sorry I am That I could not give you myself, It would be wrong to say sorry that I Could not give you the kind of life you need.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Crux: Something that occasions difficulty. Shed me a tear! For I am wrought Upon your crossed arms Stretched tight Like the gutted deer. Chaliced In your double-lip I no longer hear the sounds.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“I call him “Old Bold-Stones” Within a ribbed structure built not unlike a cage Yet, not having the same quality of confinement, The open box of the day was lying Lid unhinged to a swing of mourning whales all dressed in widowhoods. Sunset's blood threw a spotted sop – That kaleidoscope in the spout Of the great sperm-son's vent. Come, crash me thunderdown. Come, flash me whipplecrack. Wave winged Sweat wet. Frond weed. Pondweed. And as thunderdown of policemen Shouting the empty place neath The arches of the once-red now Brown, grey sandstone bridge, Trout with a suspicion of feet lurking quiet in unseen spaces between frond weed and bold stones.” LifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“The Wine Have you tasted the wine of life? Yes, my Lord, both red and white. Have you supped with tears and strife? Yes, my Lord, both red and white.” LifeWritingPoetryHumourPoemReflectionWineAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“My wine Don’t sip like birds pecking at dust; plunge into it, sup it, soak in it, revel in its sensual nature. (Savour this succulence.) Succulent satisfaction.” LifeWritingPoetryHumourPoemReflectionWineAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“I am sure If I were An artist I would concentrate On the bone end Of a bird’s broken wing Or the bullet hole In cold, damp, dead flesh And the transition from death’s cold warmth To the putrefaction Of a biochemical mess And I am sure If I were An artist That these dead and dying things Which are within themselves Beauty Would bring me closer To her life And to her Beauty Which is beauty within itself” LoveLifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry Life Author:Gordon Roddick
“You With Your public eyes And your Dark hair I fun your love And am Pooled Into your Holy See” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon RoddickAnita Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“FUNNY THAT I cannot think what is distinct about my life? What is not Is what I’ve got It’s not like I’ve run rife. I’ve mostly left that To my wife.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry LifeGordon RoddickAnita Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“There was no reason Why I was sitting there Poised firmly on the edge Of a visible silence A terrible leashed quiet as though The dogs of hell had rushed by Five jaw-snapping minutes earlier Dragging this concert of silence behind them Tied to their tails by An eternal (endless) string. I, there, sitting Poised firmly on the edge And wondering why there was no hope. But no one told me Ever ...” LoveLifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry Love Author:Gordon Roddick
“I pulled myself Over the rim of my grim Void And saw two horses talking Closely In a green field, But they heard me watching And hid their secret faces In the grass, And then my glass Tear-splashed on the laughing Mirror.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick
“Gone Good were the days That were myselfness Today are the days of otherness Other than this Is nothingness Nothing than this is profitless The whole bloody lot is meaningless And I am Gone Good were the days” LoveLifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry Life Author:Gordon Roddick
“The day’s sun lined a thin thread In my eye And I And I See her In all the moments of my seed In all the moments of my eye.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry Life Author:Gordon Roddick
“I am suddenly Held still, Held still, But filled With her. I am suddenly Turned But revolve About her. I am suddenly Me, But breathe About her. I am suddenly Held still By her.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceAnita Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“What a thing is this River we run What a thing is this Music we fill What a thing is this Love we fun What a thing is this Quiet we still What a thing is this Universe we spin What a thing is this That is us” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceAnita Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Evensun If only there were a grasping Two finely ground clogs a clicking To oil a hold on the rubbing.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick
“Anthem for postprandial. The hands That have drawn The feast Now draw thin Red blood In separate sign And riddle Out a wither In a last few grains Of whimpered self To deny Our dwarfing” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick
“Inspection No. 2 I plucked The flea From my ear And ate it; No wonder I have this In digestion.” LifePhilosophyPoetryHumourPoemContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick
“Then, as if in unbelief, We clad our separate selves In a dead rasp Of pimpled chicken skin, And picked the spots One by one and Watched as the blood signed its thin red Hand on our throats.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick
“Inspection No. 3 On a single dead white bough Of a single death white tree Is scratched a mark Of the hooded hawk's want Talon probes in drying sinew Hungry vulture slumped in a dying land Unseeled eye pouring a glaze to the world's end Rattling dags in the memories seed Shade of disaster tearing a sign In warning spaces No sick prey for him to tend Wing-weak without his stoop His beak turns inwards” LifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry Life Author:Gordon Roddick
“Shed me a tear! For I am wrought Upon your crossed arms Stretched tight Like the gutted deer. Chaliced In your double-lip I no longer hear The sounds.” LifePhilosophyPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry Life Author:Gordon Roddick
“All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light Is love, And its familiar voice Wearies not ever.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick
“Philosophy Fat men run With cake and bun. I run thin, Delights of sin.” LifeFunnyPoetrySinHumourPoemCakeAttributed No SourceFat MenThin Men Author:Gordon Roddick