Poetry Blogs (concert)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (1 hour ago)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (2 hours ago)
Surrounded by summer verdancy,
the sweet smell of the linden tree
and the deciduous arboreal presence
dining on the twilight sun.
The bright notes of the songstress
soothe my ears and calm my nerves,
that mambo rhythm cradles me
while I dream of glorious dances.
The floating melody is in full flight
and transcends the corporeal
to rise above the out reaching soul
Thursday 20th June 2019 12:34 pm
Eric is an intern, yes he’s doing this for free
headset wrapped around hot ears
counting all the crates of beers
ripped jeans show his puny knee.
Backstage riders take the piss!
Clipboard says an item’s amiss
The schedule’s tight; he’s been up all night
Too late to get it to the concert site!
Budgets are exceeded; the helipad’s all booked
Dressing rooms are ready; just hope it’s overl...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:54 pm
There’s always one isn’t there
Slopping beer all over his shoes
He’s jostling for position
Hand secure upon the barrier
But his shoulders aren’t quite through
Because a fangirl, already half cut
Is hogging space for two
Arms are sleeves of coloured ink
Hair is blonde and striped in pink
Boobs are large and cupped in lace…
He might try conversation
“I love your tats; the skull, the eagle
Friday 30th October 2015 9:05 pm
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the strains of music dying.....
s o a k e d in a r i v e r of dreams
to be swept by d a r k c u r r e n t s
gurgling in the deep of night
the dragon's seductive breath
floating through windows and doors
billboards and neons glowing
cloying fast on roofs & floors
the children await wide-eyed
fed with what the worl...
Friday 11th February 2011 9:11 am