TWO POEMS – Paul Tristram

Posted: December 7, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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She Held A Broken Bottle Up To My Face


And I kissed her hand


thought of her

in her school uniform,

the nights we held hands

in Neath fair.

She was only ticklish

under one foot

but she smiled

like springtime

sun surfing

off the Tennant Canal .

She did not cut me

but I did her

with my sharp goodbye.


© Paul Tristram 2011


What Poetry’s Done For Humanity And The Environment?

Before the use

of computers

and the internet

it contributed largely

to the felling of trees.

It makes people feel happy

when they’re already happy,

It makes people feel sad

when they’re already sad

and sometimes the opposite

way around.

It lusts after women,

soaks itself in alcohol,

glorifies in graffiti

and sheds its skin

more often than a viper.

Applauds the absurd,

laughs at the serious,

loves the loveless, completely

but does not swallow, so there!


© Paul Tristram 2010

  1. Loved the first poem a lot Paul….definitely hit home with it …thanks for the good read!

  2. abichica says:

    These poems are gorgeous! i absolutely love them.. they hit hard with me

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