what did you do today

you what did you do today well I got abused by my mother and you what did you do today I hospitalised my father she did it for her own true sake had to keep some control and I did it for his very own good he doesn’t like it but that's the way it's …

sea, the desert

oh sea separated so far from water always your waves shimmer dance with promises drawn from the deep oh sea I will drown in your bed of dust clouds and sand I flounder bereft of water beached and burned by the sear of your heat © Frank Prem, 2017 Poem #33: what did you do today

laughing

the big man laughed with a big man’s laugh HA HA HAHA HA HA HA HAHA HA his belly trembled and the earth re-bound jiggled and jangled to that resonant sound HA HAHA HA HA HAHA HA a little old lady had a little old laugh tee hee teehee hee tee hee teehee hee her …

a long wave

my poem today is an empty space where voice should be . . . . there is silence long waves play the old hits on a radio push the weather around the planet but there is no wave where my verse should reside just static charges (by the proton) for nothing there is emptiness where …

like rain

from above there is little to note his progress is steady as though slowly moving through snow from below silver white in an expanse flecked with continent shapes that stretch seemingly forever occasional blue patches glimpsed momentarily then swallowed up again it is when on the level plane looking across that he is revealed his …

prepare your home

check your doors the winter is coming I’ve been where the wind weeps and it moans the song that it wails is a cold chill and growing one of these days it’s going to blow through your home have you closed the gaps? are your windows shuttered? listen to the wind it’s crying be warned …

diving in the petrified sea

the doctors donned their diving bells and stethoscopes probed the wreck finger-tapped for echoes they fossicked through the slurried dregs of his old battlefield found nothing but absent sounds deep down in the hard-lung forest of no-man’s air while we watched the old man drowning one shallow breath at a time © Frank Prem, 2011

making home

I will away from here into the easy breeze unravel a silk trail behind I’ll fly to find a new anchor | ....| ........| ...........| ..............| ............| ..........| ........| ...........| ..............| .................| ...............| ............| .........| ......| ...| .| ...| ......| ...| .| oh my shining line my gossamer I see where I have been but …

a contact for astro-man

he's like an astro-man at the wireless sending messages into the sky waiting for a contact from far away places he’s never been but believes in with a fervour like religion a kind of mania that drives him every night even when the sounds start out with the oooo-eeee-oooo that hints there'll be nothing out …

don’t mind the toll

there is a tolling just on the outside of my mind not the clangor of a grand bell chimed from atop some steeple with a name like Ethelred no no this is more like a rhythmic drip of water falling from the gutter of a rooftop through a downpipe to plink when it strikes the …