Matt Penfold

With this in mind I’ll tell you of my love
That brings a smile in wind and driving rain
And even holds my gaze from stars above
I’m thinking with my heart and not my brain

We land on our bums or stand tall and proud
But at least if we’ve followed our dreams
Our lives will be full and not ruled by the crowd
Nor lived the way someone else deems

When cast upon this hostile shore
I didn’t lose my faith nor curse
This nutshell opened up for me
Lorenzo’s painted universe

When love’s goddess is hardened is there hope
Can flesh regrow upon a soulless bone?

Your state of mind is tenuous
As balanced on a knife
And even efforts strenuous
To take control of life
May in the end just miss the mark
And never bear a single fruit
So left to flounder…

Dear Sir

The injuries suffered by my wife were neither insignificant nor due to her own negligence as you have so callously suggested.

Two broken fingers and the painful loss of the nail…

they each jumped away just in time for me to twist into the wall of the stone tower and break my fall with my shoulder, the crunch was sickening and for a moment I thought all was lost.

I know I shed a tear or two
When father slipped the coil
The day he died and also when
They covered him with soil

As the porker scoffs the tart
The procrastinator waits
The planner scans the calendar
And ticks off all the dates

Flavour enhancer six two one
That seasons food for thought
Often sprinkled just for fun
But sometimes deep and fraught

There are no words it doesn’t suit
No matter where they be
I like …

Hungry for some words one day
I couldn’t find my muse
Thesaurus wouldn’t help me
So I tried another ruse

Can you imagine hearing nothing
The first specialist said it was likely to be caused by a virus
There’s something unsettling in silence

I dreamed I sent an email to a broken hearted female
Cause I’d met her in a forum on redbubble months ago

They always said that god was there
You didn’t walk alone
But visions of the lonely morgue
Still chill me to the bone

When does boyhood finish
And an adult life begin?
Some seem to think it happens
When he finally “gets it in”

She plumbs the depths of broken heart and weeps
From time to time her heart has whimsy leaps
Inspired by the words she shares so free
Her train of thought can set a mind aflame

Defrag between my ears to shed some light
Clean up the disk I like to call my brain

I love to write in verse
I never pay attention to a rule
the words I speak are from a fool
That silly style that wipes a frown away
I never claimed this poem had much class

Did I ever tell you about the time
I saw the devil?
penetrating the shadowy darkness
I don’t believe in the Devil
this horrifying spectre

Bill was surprised to see the glint of reflected sunlight amongst the coarse gravel on the roadside
He dreamed of asking Cindy to marry him