Zombies


There ain’t any zombie,
Alive or dead like me,
I feel so very lonely,
Being the only zombie.
***
Why don’t people like me,
Is it because I am a zombie?
Is it because I am smelly?
Or is it because I get hungry?
***
I will find everybody,
And turn them into a zombie,
That way I will not be,
The lonely zombie.

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Little Things


The small things you do,
Are the most important to me.
The way you sneak up,
Just to hug me from behind.
Or the way you smile,
And just don’t say a word.
These little things make you,
The you I want to be with.

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Suicide Prevention Week


In this year of lockdowns,
It’s important now,
More than ever,
To look after your health,
***
If you are feeling down,
Or just a little blue,
Or in need of some help,
Reach out to those who love you.
***
People would rather you,
For the rest of your life,
Than to hear a minister,
In 15 minutes sum up your life.
***
If you are in that dark place,
Stop and take stock,
Think of those who love you,
And miss you if you were gone.
***
Suicide Prevention Week ends tomorrow,
But the pain will carry on,
Look out for friends and family,
And help those you can.


If you need help or know anyone who does talk to a medical health professional or in the UK you can call the Samaritans on 116 123 or check out the NHS site here: https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/suicide/

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Be Mine


Before I say good night,
Each night I want to kiss you,
***
Maybe this year you’ll say yes,
Imagine if you were mine,
No matter how bleak my day seems,
Everything brightens up with you.

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Shockwave in Wakanda


We woke this morning,
To the sad new,
The king of Wakanda,
Is now gone.
***
Having touched many hearts,
His loss broke them apart,
The panther will live on,
In memory, movie and song.
***
You will not be forgotten,
Chadwick Boseman,
Rest now and be at peace,
And let the world go on.

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Annoying Poem


There is nothing more annoying,
Than a poem,
Where the end doesn’t seem to be flowing.
You read a sweet line,
And all seems just fine,
Then the writer just screws up the ending by not thinking and writing something stupid.

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Wants and Desires


All I really want,
Is that moment with you,
That lifetime of memories,
Lived and loved out with you.
***
All I really desire,
Is the feel of your embrace,
The kiss in the morning,
And the hug before bed,
***
All I really wish,
Is for you to be with me,
Love me and hold me,
And never leave me.

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It’s Alive


I’m excited to announce the release of my next book

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With old favourites from 2012 to 2020, previously unpublished poems and newly written poems for this book. The MelonCollie has been bright to life by the amazing penmanship of Mathew J Hill of The Caterpillar Shivered

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You can pick up a copy from the following places

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Family


Family conjures images,
Of unbreakable bonds,
And loves that don’t fade.
***
Family is supposed to represent,
A connection so raw,
It never frays or ends.
***
Family is the act of helping,
When you know,
Things are helpless.
***
Family is about family,
And putting them first,
Before your own cares.
***
Family is all of these things,
And none of these things,
And only works while you care.

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Now I’m 28 Years Old


When I was a kid,
My granda told me stories,
My life was exciting,
And everyone seemed old.
***
When I went to school,
I thought I knew it all,
The world taught me,
How easy it is to fall.
***
Then I went to uni,
Told to pick my life,
And told what I chose,
Would define me.
***
Now I’m 28 years old,
My career has begun,
My life is ahead of me,
And a lot of it is already done.
***
Soon I’ll be 30 years old,
I’ll question everything I’ve been told,
All those who got old,
Are gone and left me alone.
***
At some point I’ll be 67,
And life will start again,
Enter a new stage,
Of retirement and the countdown.
***
Some day I’ll be 80 years old,
My dreams will be cold,
My body will be heavy,
And my life will be done.
***
I’m currently 28 years old,
My life has just begun,
My path is unshaped,
And my plans are not done.

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Here’s To What We Had


Here’s to the times together,
The nights I’ll never forget,
And the hours, I think well spent,
***
Here’s to the memories,
The hugs and the cuddles,
All will be sadly missed,
***
Here’s to the hours I cried,
The nights after we said our goodbyes,
And the tubs of ice cream that drowned the pain.
***
But mostly here’s to the lessons I learned,
Of love and pain,
And to being saved from what could have been.

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God Gave You Wings


God too you too soon,
Some might say,
You were here all my life,
And one day you were taken away.
***
But I smile because,
Although God took you home,
I know when he greeted,
He gave you wings to fly.
***
You were my hero,
A man with the knowledge,
The source of my wisdom,
Someone I could turn to.
***
Now when I hear the gulls,
Or see the west coast sky,
I’ll know you are there,
Soaring amongst the clouds.
***
God gave you to the earth,
His gift to everyone in your life,
And each day from now,
I will be thankful to him and to you.
***
I know I have to say goodbye,
But this isn’t the end,
It was just your time,
And I will see you again.

NSFW: Got That Feeling


As with the last time I wrote something that should not be read by people of a sensitive disposition and definitely should not be read by anyone under the age of 18 and or homophobic people or people against homosexuality for any other reason. This is strictly a fictional piece of erotic poetry and will probably be the last I do of them. I hope you have enjoyed my little experiment/ test of my abilities and will continue to read on my usual poetry.


Ever catch the eyes of someone?
And both nod as one,
Realise instantly what you both want,
***
But have you ever acted on it?
Grabbed the man,
Pulled his shirt off and kissed his chest,
***
Placed your hand between his legs,
And fell what is there,
Then slide your hand down his jeans,
***
Pull off his belt and nice and slow,
Give him time to grow,
Then let his jeans hang on what is down below,
***
Embrace him and kiss him,
While you wait for his jeans to fall,
Showing his boxers over his big throbbing cock,
***
Grab his dick through his boxers,
And rub it a little,
Then wipe of the precum and head to the pillow,
***
Lie him on his back,
Remove his boxers,
Move down his body,
***
Lick the shaft up and down,
Take the head all the way in,
Tilt your head back and cup his balls,
***
With your cock throbbing, grab his legs,
Push them apart,
Align with his ass and get ready to start.
***
Whisper sweet something in his ear,
Then listen to him moan as he gets near,
And let him feel the joys of you being in him.

NSFW: Glorious Night (Erotic)


I caution you before you read this. This poem does contain smut and poetry of a nature not suited to children or teenagers. It is what could be considered gay porn poetry so please don’t read if it will offend you or you do not like this kind of material.


My head was swimming,
I could feel him breathing.
My heart was racing,
I could feel him tracing,
All the lines of my back,
All the crinkles in my shirt,
***
He pulled me in,
And with a grin,
Ran his tongue along my chin,
***
He whispered gently,
To ask if I am ready,
But as my reply,
I kissed him.
***
His hands warm upon my back,
Pulled the shirt off,
The buttons ping to the floor,
But I didn’t care anymore,
***
I felt his hand upon my jeans,
As his tongue filled my mouth,
He pulled me closer onto the bead,
And rested his arms behind my head.
***
Slowly he kissed down my body,
Removing buttons on my jeans,
One by one I felt it throbbing,
Waiting to break free,
***
I stopped him and pulled him back,
For one more kissing match,
As I took control and pulled off his shirt,
To see what is underneath,
***
I flt his chest in my hands,
His muscly abs against mine,
As we slowly started rocking together,
He started moaning to me,
***
I ran my fingers through his hair,
He just sat and stared,
The love in his eyes,
Shawn like the sun in the sky,
As he started to remove my underwear
***
I felt mine ping with relief,
It was still throbbing,
He moved himself down my body,
And begun to lick me,
***
My feet curled with excitement,
As the licking turned to sucking,
I felt my body scream with delight,
Just before I came he stopped and let me calm.
***
I grabbed his head and pulled him up,
Kissed him as I squeezed his ass,
Sliding both his jeans and boxers off,
At the same time,
***
He bit his lip and looked at me,
I knew what this could mean,
I moved down his body kissing all the way,
Before stopping above is cock,
***
He groaned as I began to lick,
From head to shaft I made him squirm,
I could feel him precum,
But I didn’t stop instead took him all in,
***
He pulled me off to stop himself cumming,
And asked if I wanted him inside me,
Of course I did but I just kissed him again,
He pushed me onto my back and moved in,
***
First he teased with his throbbing cock,
Making it feel like he was in when he was not,
Then in one swift move of painful delight,
He pushed in and made my night.
***
With each move we were both close to coming,
Both moaning with endless delight,
Feeling each other close together,
Getting closer and closer,
***
Then he slowed and begun to thrust hard,
Bringing me close to the precipice,
When with one quick movement,
And one hard thrust,
We came to together,
On what was a glorious night.

Let Him Go


I should let him go rejoin the flock,
As a caged bird is never happy,
And something with such beauty,
Should never be caged.
*
So I say this last farewell,
and open the door,
To let him go,
But I still stand in the way.
*
For the fear of the pain,
Prevents me letting go,
“It will only hurt for a while,”
Or so I am told.

My Wings


I may seem strong,
But look beneath this facade,
And you will see the real me.
*
I carry all my years,
I’ve hidden all my tears,
And I will tell you if you want to hear.
*
Even after all this time,
I forgive all the pain,
And I gave up all my fears.
*
These wings on my back,
hide the scars of my life,
And give me protection for my life to come.

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The Battle of the Tide


What is that I can see,
The monster that is the sea,
Trying to claim the land,
Crashing down on the sand,
During the daily battle,
Where for half the day the sea is winning,
And the other half the sand.

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Hard to Let go of a Dream


It’s hard to let go of a dream,
Especially when its about you.
But I can’t hold on to this,
When there is only what if.
I need to move on and so do you.
May our paths cross again,
In time to come let us hope.
But for now our paths are done,
And must split off.

Just Give me a Hug


Just give me a hug,
Say it’ll be alright,
And stay with me through the night.
*
Tell me it gets better,
Don’t let me be bitter,
And tell me you will be mine.

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To The Edge of the Known


I see you,
And I am taken,
To the edge of,
Of the known.
*
I am almost,
Where I have,
Wanted to be,
For so long.
*
I want to,
Hear about,
Your life,
Like my favourite song.
*
And then at the end,
Of the night,
I just want,
To take you home.

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From This Day


From this day,
I give you this,
My heart,
My health,
My life,
My days,
My nights,
My love,
My hate,
So let us sign this,
With a kiss.

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A Story to Tell


Everything I own,
Has it’s story to tell,
Every story,
Has a lifetime to it,
There is a spot for you,
In all these stories,
If you just say yes.

This Poem Just for You


This poem’s just for you,
As I don’t know what else to do,
I have tried talking,
But I just can’t say,
What I want to.
*
So here is my heart,
Written as art,
All across this page,
As a small snippet,
It’s just a start.
*
For I know what I need to do,
I know what I need to tell you,
But in a poem it’s easier,
And still just as true,
I am in love with you.

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All Lives Matter


All the words in the world,
Will never change,
That your life matters!
***
Don’t feel threatened that others,
Are demanding their lives matter,
Lenten and hear them out.
***
Some people need reminded,
That some lives matter,
As they seem to have forgotten.
***
So saying black lives matter,
Is not saying white doesn’t,
It’s reminding those who’ve forgotten.
***
Humans are Humans,
No matter their skin,
Beneath a heart is still beating.
***
Please don’t fight,
Because someone demands the right,
To have heir life matter tonight.
***
If you agree all lives matter,
You agree black lives matter,
And that’s all that matters.
***
Remind the racists,
That lives are lives,
And don’t let them get away with this.
***
Your life matters,
We all matter,
Black lives matter!

Hidden Secret


Here I have,
Intentionally hidden,
Deliberately placed,
Deceitfully put,
Encoded in,
Nothing important.
*
So can you see,
Each first,
Character is,
Related to the,
Encoded phrase,
Think you found it?