Kickstart Your Heart

Here’s a list of my latest poems. Go to Kickstart Your Heart to find them all!

  • Let’s Cut to Chase
    photos: Dora Kazmierak Let’s cut to chase Let’s hug and kiss the human race Let’s put some smiles on every face.   Let’s not tweet in upper case Let’s all repent, get back to base, Let’s be blind to creed and race.   Let truth be what we try to trace Let lies get smacked across the face Let haters get... Read more »
  • Finis
    Many memories invested there, missed the calf-sweet scented air, finis – all book-worm exchanges; locked the dampened door that sticked, dumb-struck the loud time-clock click: no till sales rung up in lower ranges.   Shop stripped bare of many books, ghost-empty shelves, dust-prone nooks: all sold to dealers, or tipped in skip; bookish conversations have ceased, texts to all four winds... Read more »
  • Hidden hopes among the dusty shelves
    photos: Dora Kazmierak   Rows of books, somewhat regimented pages permeate the air, sweetly scented; authors are sinners, authors are saints: some show caution, others little restraint. Bookmarking tickets, postcards, old stamps, some books pristine, others foxed-damp, texts underlined, or margin annotated, autodidacts pencilled points firmly stated. Books recapture our much-missed youth, new languages are learned, differing truths, historians challenged by... Read more »
  • Offset Psalms
    photo: Dora Kazmierak ________________________ Rotary drums beat rhythms out, offset engine racket-shouts, rubber rollers turn in formation, duct nodes twisted: calibration. Sheet-fed separation: air hiss, chrome claws suck, proffer kiss, paper lifted, registration pause, image transfer: pressure caused. End-stacked reams: printed paper, print-room perfumed: chemical vapour; paper-cut stings, ink-tattooed palms: this failed-trainee sings offset psalms. Praise for printers who dare dissent, not to dictators their... Read more »
  • One day dad bought an MG sports
    The Sixties saloon six-cylinder growled: our Triumph 2000 tiger-prowled; rev-retarded minor models scowled.   One day dad bought an MG sports (a male mid-life crisis of sorts) our family of five fitted in, of course!   Few sports cars on our suburban road, most ceded to the bourgeois code: imaginations declined to explode!   Spoked-wheels sparkled, cartwheeled, ecstatic eyes behind small windshield happy hands... Read more »
  • I am a Happy Bigot
    I am a happy bigot * miscast-cast as cavalier; all are equally esteemed, let me make that clear.   I am a happy bigot, mercy gets my vote; this unquiet contrarian has no bile in his throat.   I am a happy bigot, my dissent not allowed; can we calmly contend far from madding crowd?   I am a happy bigot, I’m merely male –... Read more »
  • A Salt-souvenir Lingers
    Dora Kazmierak ______________________________________________ On a jagged shoreline white tasselled waves percussively pound; unhindered, wind whisks two solitaries, in silhouette, searching this way and that.   Both disappear, then re-appear, their rain-coated bodies bend; their foraging fingers pull, pluck  purply-green pod-bunches of little-wanted beach weed: sand-sprinkled Sea Purslane.   Bounty bagged, wet-cheeked contenders run to their car, wind slams doors decisively; safely cocooned, exhilarated, their breath mildews... Read more »
  • Old Walls Hide Many Hopes
    Do we need to pray in special places, kneeling, hand-clasping, hiding our faces? Even for sparrows, God’s deep concern! no need for ritual, nor incense burn…   Old walls hide many hopes hand-written: wails are uttered, weary souls are smitten; such storied stones defy eternal intentions: Messiah upturns rabbinic conventions. __________________________________ * Over a million notes are placed each year…... Read more »
  • would have been
                                               orchestral stillness                                                            ... Read more »
  • Boarding School Summer Scenes
    Photos: Dora Kazmierak   1. ‘On The Boards’ blared from boarding school dorms, sunny afternoons, fondly-recalled second form: Rory* sang raw and raucous, urban blues, denim dressed, unpretentious, paid rock dues. 2. See sporty mini-skirted girls, hear ricochet ping, tennis ball bounce off taut racquet strings: shyly watched, well-practiced their aversion, tanned limbs, taut t-shirts tempt court incursion. 3. Authors and artists from... Read more »