View Tweet @infernoxv more seriously, hows yous?
Subscribe to Twitter

Blog Archives

–noun 1. the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.
2. literary work in metrical form; verse.
3. prose with poetic qualities.
4. poetic qualities however manifested: the poetry of simple acts and things.
5. poetic spirit or feeling: The pianist played the prelude with poetry.
6. something suggestive of or likened to poetry: the pure poetry of a beautiful view on a clear day.

Shower-Karaoke-John-Crowther.jpg

Shower Travails 1

  As tweeted 170510: “Sitting in the loo/wondering what now to do/for shower’s kuckoo. It’s true.”

Parking in Singapore

Parking in Singapore

i work all night, i work all day to pay the coupons i have to display! (car parked next to mine. taken at public car park adjacent to Wheelock Place)

Big Box O’ Cereal

Big Box O’ Cereal

I like museli I like bran I like cereal in boxes that look grand! (oh well, who am I kidding with the last line) But I honestly do like museli and bran. Banana nut cereal and a nicely toasted muffin never fails to brighten a morning. :) Blogged from my iPhone.

Teddy and Ellie

I’m The Medic (Re-Post)

don’t push me one foot in the alpha. i’ve done my RBS, touched my heart, palpated for tenderness, crepitus, and ache. your pallid face on my stretcher; collared neck broken from sorrow sullied carotid fluttering in and out. do we stay do we stay for love and for passion do i treat do i treat [...]

A Short Rhyme (Re-post)

(Re-posted from my previous blog) A short rhyme i came out with in the shower. And no, i don’t use shaving cream. Haha. it didn’t matter if it was by a laser that shot the rocket or by simple single bladed razor that fit the pocket but what reigned supreme was nothing but good shaving [...]

The Lover’s Touch (Re-post)

The Lover’s Touch (Re-post)

(Re-posted from my previous blog) This is prose a step away from poetry. I think its beautiful in its simplicity, without the necessary complexity of vocabulary and structure, It conveys a sort of refreshing beauty that leaves you with lips half open and eyes half closed and giving a solitary half-breath. Like a loving gasp [...]

A Poem On The Heart (Re-post)

(Re-posted from my previous blog) Couple of lines came into my head a fortnight ago. Thought i’d just draft (yes it’s a draft) it briefly here, especially since it’s related to my training as a paramedic. Have you sailed around the world, Rode the crimson waves And traversed the bloody squalls? Don’t you feel yourself [...]

Ladies Kissing

Sappho’s Hymn to Aphrodite

I love Sappho’s poetry because of its impassioned overtures to the beauty and the dynamic nature of women. Who else might know a lady, but a lady. Sappho’s Hymn to Aphrodite Iridescent-throned Aphrodite, deathless Child of Zeus, wile-weaver, I now implore you, Don’t–I beg you, Lady–with pains and torments Crush down my spirit, But before [...]

babymiddlefinger

Mein Kampf

Tentatively publishing this. It’s bloody late at night and my brain’s all sloshy. Will work on it a bit more if i’ve the time and can be bothered to. It isn’t a nazi poem, please. It’s about growing up, having your dreams never materialising, and then having to struggle some more. I really didn’t know [...]

Flaming June by Lord Frederick Leighton

Do You Ever

EDIT: this was written just over a month ago. it was another impromptu piece and i guess i just forgot to post it. so here it is. Do You Ever ever get that feeling, that quintessential feeling; everytime you walk down the street? and ho you there on your throne, staring, lording over the moaning [...]