after Philip Larkin
Never again such crowds
shouldering such exultation,
no more the sea lion choir
hauled up on the stands.
The stadia and arenas
silent like grief,
the sun quenched in remembrance
of a million flowering hands.
And shutters on the High Street
tight against the abyss,
the weekend staff furloughed,
the checkout bleepers schtum.
Thursday 21st October 2021 10:53 am
It was the best of years It was the worst of years (2020)
Liverpool won the cup…
In an empty stadium
And stadiums of souls around the world
Ascended into heaven
It was the best of years
It was the worst of years
Vaccines were produced at break neck speed
And lies disseminated to stop people taking what they need
Heath workers went the extra mile
Risking life and limb
Applauded by million with a loud din
Wednesday 30th December 2020 9:28 am
Image courtesy of Marilylle Soveran and Flickr; Creative Commons.
Hard to believe that it's December and we're coming to the end of a year that has presented many challenges. In the Christian tradition, candles are lit for Advent, representing hope, love, joy, peace, and the light of the world. This year we're waiting for vaccines, an end to lockdowns and tiers and I've tried to ...
Friday 4th December 2020 3:38 pm
The Lighthouse Keeper's Song
The gulls above me, wild and free
my song begins to echo theirs
squawks of tuneless noise
as I try to make some sense
or to release something
Watching the breaking waves
from a distance and then up close
I’ve been nowhere
but up and down the stairs
of this hollow and lonely year
It’s hard to remember the good I do
keeping other ships at a safe distance
as I patiently await the prom...
Sunday 1st November 2020 10:00 am
During the lockdown, I didn't do much writing and wasn't inspired like some to write about Covid or the lockdown in general, as I figured there would be enough people doing this already. The poem below is a new and first draft. It is meant to be messed up like the whole crisis and covers things I have heard said from a whole host of people and media. Comments please and anything I could add to ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 8:43 am
A shimmering of microbes
I see that we're beyond
the plughole tearing down
into pits of dead heroes.
secure the walls. Dot one
is made, dot two a frantic
beaming of rectangle
rotoscoped in wax sealed.
I've hidden hard nails
in your sock drawer
then I'll clamber out
of the underground, planting
my boot on a manifesto;
but first you mu...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 5:06 pm
When it rains can we be the blackout again
the one-hundred-and-forty-four gun salute
while stepping through waves of molten glue
and gauze skies siphon ink in this pen
Turquoise and amber lights, and lightning
I run inside Clive's carmine scrapbook
bent like a cigarette, a screamed kaleidoscope
oh merrie band were they; the fighting
1.6 million, at the turn of the...
Tuesday 6th October 2020 11:06 pm
You laughed at my
and showed me the setting
on the new, new dot machine,
like a 'ghost filter', black,
grey, chrome and you're
the leaves of
some exotic plant
filling the solid plates
of silver face, torso.
I said such things are
You said that the only thing
is that nothing
Saturday 26th September 2020 6:59 pm
I - Trains
I pass the Sunday gardens,
keeping vigil by narrow factory aisle,
summoning auburn sky and smoke-salt;
then trace the river to its end
to wait, empty-handed on pebbled beach.
The blue sky rips, wallpaper,
with trumpets and cymbals, and bodies
bullet-sped 'cross countless arches.
There I am with you,
the outside world a postbox slit, as
we brace the walls...
Saturday 12th September 2020 3:28 pm
I commenced battle
and ended it swiftly
complicit in love's long game.
Rows of cups and saucers
and chipped face of cheese-board
dropped-heavy; the sink a salad bowl
of porcelain bones crunched
crazed; fuzz-hard green wires
absorbing like a forest roof.
I've hollowed out this morning
with a pen knife, stuck a wad
of shut-eye and shame
inside with the smell...
Monday 31st August 2020 5:08 pm
Sixteen years ago this week the Boscastle flood occurred. The two villages of Boscastle and Crackington Haven in Cornwall suffered extensive damage after flash floods caused by an exceptional amount of rain that fell over eight hours on the afternoon of Monday 16 August 2004.The flood in Boscastle was filmed and extensively reported but the floods in Crackington Haven and Rocky Valley were not men...
Friday 21st August 2020 10:47 pm
Florida in April..
I've seen my fair share of cynical "makes no sense" and it's made no sense..
Rivers of tears afraid to test a current/affairs between men and women, unhappy that it turned out exactly like they said it would/you or wouldn't you?
But that's only because I like bloody knuckles and bent knees.. I'm a pray for you/and yours. Traded. For them and theirs/where you end...
Monday 17th August 2020 4:59 pm
the universe moves without us now
something could have been done last year, now all is morally blear. go about with your day, just stay.
stay in that house with those people you can’t remember, merely a year ago.
i’m fine, sunshine, and i will tell you forever
it’s not me, it’s the world. once we change, she goes forth.
the universe moves without us now.
she will not halt, not tonight, nor wednesday. for ...
Thursday 6th August 2020 7:26 pm
The MAGA Hat is Dead
Yeah you with the MAGA hat
You’re like the filth of a rat
You’ve got the brain of a gnat
You pledge allegiance to a swine—
You fall in line
I think you’ve been misled
by that inbred chucklehead
So let’s go overdrive
Swap that hat for a hive
I think you need some stings
I think you need to hurt
All the states that were swings are going to leave you in the ...
Thursday 30th July 2020 6:11 pm
July Collage Poem 2: Pain and Darkness
Out of the land came beauty
and a beautiful headache
School of madness, replete with cat
Love from within me
Dancing within yourself
Several days later
Transient to your ways of love
in this hidden place,
the darkness you thought would protect you,
but the light remains in my mine
Dance it out in post-Covid Strasbourg
with Nietzsche and Jung
We return to the streets,
Tuesday 28th July 2020 9:58 pm
that you didn't get
to see me,
hidden in my outzise
and dripping entrails
on your dress
Maybe the melody
we sought to wove
was always supposed
to end in knots
and I'd go crawling over
lifting and putting down
the bricks you threw
with its own symbol,
'FAO', for the suit outside
Thursday 9th July 2020 12:39 am
June Collage Poem: Haunted by Chicken Pie
He did not know there was no chicken pie left
Listen, hear and act
This would make an interesting composite poem.
New perspectives on Andy M
token messages carried across the breeze by a kite
we are all somebody,
an infinite possibility of celestial irony
along the pavement to the pinned snake
scattered pebbles of poetic mystery
Hope Andy M hasn't been whisked away on a kite!!!
Monday 22nd June 2020 9:59 pm
Refinement in destruction
the world in ashes
Comfort in darkness
the past hidden
Warmth in mortality
the future precious
There is an eligance in the demise of who you once were
a satisfaction in the ascension of the person that now walks in your shoes
The death of expectations
The birth of hope
Do not imprission yourself behind stubborness, embrace your fear
Release your h...
Monday 22nd June 2020 7:14 pm
June Collage Poem: The Other Side of Nigel
Wake up to the glory of a legendary Nigel we do not know
Nigel was gone when we rioted that night time
Nigel was gone when we ran out of chicken pie
It was the day they told us to learn again in insanity
Nigel was first of course
Taking to unplug with Nigel
We are taunted or haunted by memories of the future
The inkwell was full of pulsating excitement
hitting the right notes in music a...
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 1:42 pm
February 2020 Collage Poem: Don’t Go Down that Street
There’s a rumour going round that street
Pushing past their little destinies
Caught short Shakespear relieved himself against the corn sheaves
The fox startled bit the leg of the harvest jigger
The painting has little time to dry, as poets' pens begin.
To take down a street of music, blended to new worlds of rhyme.
Underneath the moon
The rabbit did not sto...
Monday 10th February 2020 11:11 pm
Oh lord god in the hearts of men and women plant a seed
Let it grow to take away every bad thought and bad deed
War is something to forget, firmly leave in the past
All our Soldiers in war situations get them out fast
Were all born to die so why do it with Bloody War
Families should grieve for battle fell loved ones no-more
Set your heart god to cleaning the hearts of all men
Tuesday 21st January 2020 11:14 pm
But I'm better...
But I'm so much better...
It's been eons since those devilish little whispers were anything more than passing spirits ...or has it been but a moment
Today they are screaming
Today they are deafening
Today I feel them vibrate through my entire being
...I am scared....
I am terrified that once again the monsters within me shall chase away the light I have found...
Friday 10th January 2020 9:02 pm
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