Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

Free Of Your Kiss

The smell of success

Assaults my senses

And I want to make me bleed,

To bring myself back down,

To pull myself down

Among the creatures you despise.

–

I don’t want to stand up tall

Taking glory and gaining fame,

Just for you to talk and betray,

Just for the sake of your pretty games.

I miss the man I used to be,

And I’m sending myself down.

–

Giving up the money

So, now, I don’t live in the lies.

You can look at me any way you want to

At least I’m now a man you don’t desire.

At least now I can call myself my own

And free of your kiss.

–

Seduction always seemed an easy sport.

But I didn’t realise until too late

That I had been the victim

In your version of your game,

And I had my full of you

Each and every day.

–

Now the bonds are broken

And I have my free will back.

Now I realise what happens

And I can’t hide my hate of that,

And now I’m going to sink myself.

And I’m never coming up.

–

Do you want to fix me

With your petty hate.

Pull me up, and dry me out,

So I can play your game again.

Well I don’t think so

Because I don’t want to be your pawn.

–

I’m sending myself down

Among the creatures you despise.

I miss the man I used to be,

And I want to make me bleed,

So I can open up my eyes

And call myself my own at last,

And be free from your pretty lies,

And out of your version of your game,

And out of reach from your kisses

Which left me broken and torn.

(FREE OF YOUR KISS By A R J Abranson; 23-03-94 /25-03-95)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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