Poetry Blogs (Family)
Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)
Lupset sunsets smelled of bonfires,
undercut with new mown grass,
wild mint by the kitchen window,
treasures in the strawberry patch.
Father sat with pint of shandy,
The mower cooling in the shade,
the rake stowed by the garden shed,
the kids with sparkling lemonade.
Summer sun dips on the estate
dragging shadows from th...
Friday 11th May 2018 5:13 pm
You would think that I would have a handle on this Based as I am in no space, with no story but the road But those who let loose in raves surrounded for miles By pavements, they think that they can achieve That state, there, in Clubs in the basements of high-rises. Maybe they know more about this than the lion in the zoo. These faces come and go, family is far flung across The...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 9:33 pm
Though we reunite on special days and occasions.
Laughing and catching up on old days.
Some born, some pass away,
To another world watching over us, every day.
Though we cannot fathom the very day,
Where one will part away,
To another world,
And leave our place.
It is this day and age,
We must accept,
The rules tha...
Thursday 26th April 2018 3:01 pm
What was going through your head?
What was running through your mind?
It's the one thing I'll never understand;
How you could just walk away and leave me behind
Didn't leave a trace, no reason to be found.
Just taken away and never reunited.
Do you understand the pain I've written across my heart;
When you took away from me, everything I had.
I was just a child, I...
Thursday 29th March 2018 2:37 am
Strong stay strong
You do belong
Now come along
And sing a song
A happy one
That's full of glee
Not just for you
But you and me
Friday 9th March 2018 4:43 am
I'm afraid to have kids
What if they get my depression
Or fucking alcoholism?
What am I supposed to say to them?
Suck it up.
You'll soon find out,
Life just fucking sucks"
It's just not fair
To pass on an ongoing burden
To watch my kid suffer
Knowing that I can't relieve them
They're supposed to be protected
But I can't save them from themself
It just kill...
Friday 16th February 2018 5:22 pm
I came across with a dead rose.
How impure and crooked it seemed.
Deteriorated without the life it once had.
I kept walking with it, holding it with my right hand.
How sad it was to see a rose like that.
Where once it was bright red,
now it’s only a brown looking thing with nothing left.
I kept walking with the dead rose,
a sad rose with no thorns.
Until the path ended i...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:20 am
Grey bin days
Loose-fitting metal lids
Carried back- breakingly
To the monstrous wagon
Limping it’s way
Around the close
Like a club-footed relic
Behind the chipped
Leaded glass of number thirteen
A terrible gargoylian face
Pressed up close
Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 8:00 pm
Your very first
My most important
You held it so tight
I couldn't hold my tears
To make sure you're fed
You in the middle
Across from your neglected crib
Your first steps
Corners were quickly covered
You're getting so big
I always did my very best
Friday 19th January 2018 2:46 pm
This old farm cottage of mine
keeps all my years safe
for it knows my secret ways
There are shadows in the shadows
but in some rooms
my sons have hidden smiles
to lead me in
There is more solitude indoors
but here and there
she has retained a past caress
to warm me
The old mirror we found at market
still retains her ghost
Tuesday 16th January 2018 4:05 pm
If I went to a professional they'd probably say it started when I was younger
Which begs the question why it didn't affect my older brother
Maybe it's just the way my brain is wired
I'm just so god damn sick and tired
Of being so damn sick and tired
Why am I always so fucking tired?
I just go through the motions
All the days just blend together
The only thing keeping me going
Is the hopes...
Monday 15th January 2018 9:52 pm
Yesterday i was given the news my often eccentric, but also very old grandfather on my dad's side has gone to hospital. sketchy details, sounds like a stroke by the sound of it. around 1997 i started to see my grandfather after the passing of my dad. he was always a fun and amusing person to listen to, as he was from Kingston Jamaica, so i was never far from a "Raasclart" been mentioned. We later ...
Monday 8th January 2018 9:58 pm
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