Poetry Blogs (Stockport)
Birds in nests, delicate bluebells
Thrive in demanding abundance
Nature takes its course
As the animals go wild
Overcoming your insecurities
Whether swimming in lakes or crossing gateposts
Catching ghosts in the shadows
But you must let them go.
Run through the wind
And John said "Oh dear! Oh dear!"
Lozenge lawns running through the winds
He is ...
Monday 8th January 2018 10:14 pm
Boxes of snore, law and war
Old soldiers in days of yore
Endless revising for the school dance
Go West across the park and guess
Who Fred could be
The black lab drags behind
Whilst a parrot swears
The social workers say it's OK
Not that I'd wish it on his people
But isn't it a shame that Kim
Can't have the wrath of Irma -
Or was it him that caused it...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 11:32 am
An apt public hanging, packed treasure
Not like mine
The past zooms into focus in blow-up
In camera obscura
And the silence said volumes
Spuds and carrots and don't forget
To pick up the horseshit!
All sit in Domino rolls
I never told my students of stories
Waiting to escape
Pictures of matchstick men
Waiting to escape...
Monday 10th July 2017 11:11 pm
Blue enchantment, starlight pallette
Nazi visions of underworld clowns
An evening of art, newborns, and profanity
The clown is still king.
The bubbling, squeaking sound rising
Shaking in a frantic situation
Blood swept under a script
I saw the fox and he saw me
Creatives of the underworld
Bleed out onto the page, voice rage
We sit in a kaleidoscopic wom...
Monday 20th March 2017 11:12 pm
Iron bird, place the peg
On your nose and press your hair
Pale Beyonce dances
Uncertainly with clowns
Blonde power Olympic salute
Curl your fingers around mine
On a dancefloor of angels
I am so angry that those lies
Still dominate those folks
To cut into the last horizon
I was scared to death
Tuesday 9th August 2016 8:15 am
Sombre words, rigorous debate, helpless giggles:
Poetry lives. Don't play out, girls and boys:
The moonlight is dangerous!
My ambition to be described as: "Never mediocre"
Sleepless shadows on chintzy walls
Kiss of life was full of passion
Pity it was only a fish!
They recede, like wounded soldiers, into forests
Swathed in mist. Mask of beauty, height of...
Monday 11th July 2016 9:45 pm
Saturday 19th March 2016 10:22 pm
Tense reticence, the kiss of limbs
for Hanging’s biggest fan
Free and easy
Scattered island red
Poll blood hundred to the dozen
The long, elastic tug-of-war of love
Forgive me if I did not understand:
Lord, may my faith grow ever stronger
A voice cracking on the radio,
Giving some sort of verification
That the static’s home.
I know that it’...
Tuesday 12th May 2015 10:49 am
True tale of invitation at an early hour,
To rhyme or not to rhyme?!
Are we antique if we park where indicated?
Teddies and teapots, soft sleep suits, downy duvets
This is one passage that I will pass
Antique books; antique folk; antique buildings;
And the greatest antique of all – poetry.
A giant poo stuck in the loo
Place is now and the ...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 4:47 pm
Fall like snow
Degrees of memories
Bits of paper flutter
Along the pavement
Get to work, boy!
I would like to wish you all
A really nice, safe new year
Taking stock of empty boxes
Mrs Browne is a mean old witch.
Thursday 17th January 2013 11:52 am
Strong families keep the memory of the nest alive
Music and life lasts a lifetime,
And each cloud holds a smile
I’m cold and thinking about John Denver for a while
Listening to the tumbling words that spin
I’m on the asparagus spectrum
And what with where-withal and where-without we face
And poets, when called to hate,
Are drawn to hope and love...
Tuesday 14th February 2012 12:51 pm