Poetry Blogs (culture)
Talc on the floor
The music is in rare quantity
For what's in store
Symbol of the night owl
The ll nighters seem to last all day
Phet taken in mass dosage
To dance the blues away
Dapper lads in flares or tonics
With Off shoots of the mods
Are flock to be here
After Trading records at the pub
Drinking that first beer
Who dances the best?
Sunday 29th March 2020 9:27 pm
Money is the soul to reach a goal
It is the tool to play a role
But if you're miser or a poor
No way to live happy and cool
Luck is the wing across future
but work is the core of the creature
To be strong even no wing
Keep your effort to win the venture
Poor & rich, should also search
Money everywhere, we must fetch
the only lazy .. also crazy
Forever, no goa...
Thursday 4th April 2019 4:09 pm
Arrivée il y a vingt-trois ans
Mais comment se fait-il
Que vous gardez cet accent?
Cet accent, qui ne fait pas de liaison
Entre "les" et "oiseaux"
Cet accent, qui prononce "eau" comme "owe."
But do you know how to say "owe"?
And do I owe you an explanation?
Cet accent, tout le monde le comprend
Certains le trouvent charmant, voire séduisant
Cet accent ...
Sunday 10th March 2019 1:17 pm
Pound shops and takeaways,
salons for grooming of
dogs and their owners
sit side by side.
Rancid fat acrid
in back alley junk piles,
settees and Christmas trees
in damp climate
for cotton mill workers
no longer needed.
The forest of chimneys
by new build in miniature,
room sizes shrinking,
Friday 22nd June 2018 5:36 am
Her hair covered
Her head down
A baby in the push chair
Not one familiar place around.
The shop girl served her,
Speaking loud and slow
The lady understood
What their was to know.
I sensed a patronising tone,
As the shop girl spoke
The lady didn’t realise
The condensation invoked.
The man with the tattoos
Stared and screwed up his face...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 10:49 pm
I represent the entirety of my peers.
I represent my profession, my passions, humanity, the man on the street.
I represent the homeless, the loveless, those with respect and those I respect.
I represent you, I represent me, I represent what "they say".
I represent facts, I represent theories, I represent questions, ideals and ideas.
I represent dreams, I represent fears,
Saturday 10th March 2018 8:26 pm
I will not fight, I will not stand
For border, nor for any land
I need not know, am not concerned
Your place of birth or language learned
Too many wars are fought, too many die
Over province, pride, triumphal lie
I will not guard, I will not bar
The stranger landed from afar
They need a home, and wish to settle
Want to work, to show their metal
We can only profit...
Saturday 17th February 2018 3:06 pm
I am from the sun, the moon and all that lies between.
I am from the dark, the light and that which isn't seen.
I am from whence the wind blows and home is ever out of reach.
I am from the all lives I've touched and the lessons within.
I am love, I am fear, I am truth, I am sin.
I am where I belong, though I yearn to fit in.
I am mocked, I am scorned and all the persecu...
Monday 15th January 2018 6:19 pm
By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria
Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:44 pm
n our home in Aughagreagh we used to have our share of the local sessions, where neighbours met up to party, tonight in one house, next night in someone else’s. This tells of a local house where the wife had a short tolerance after a certain hour and wanted the house cleared. The locals, out of a sense of fun and divilment, were not for moving… I wrote a version of this before and lost the words o...
Thursday 2nd July 2015 4:38 am
There’s a floor called race and a home called blood,
it can be what forms you.
It can be what clothes you, what warms you as it flows through your body,
a rich honey providing brotherhood, relation, family and love -
bonds of pride which cartwheel through your body.
I have a mystery and in my father lies the clues.
I had droplets of speciality, uniqueness, distinction, excitement...
Saturday 29th November 2014 10:59 pm
My town is a cool town, where you can go and drink beer in many pubs and clubs, from rock and metal ones to trendy dance bars. Fancy dancing the night away? Night clubs are open till gone 4am, with girls to dance close to and cocktail drinks to exotically drink. See a live band in The Abbey or Whittles, see a drag act in The Dog and Duck or try some Real Ales in The Upsteps.
Wednesday 1st February 2012 3:27 pm
I grew up in a country of
fish & chips
& 9 to 5.
With jet back hair and dark skin
I stood out sorely at school,
in the street.
I longed to visit that place, elsewhere,
Which my parents always spoke of.
The place where I would fit in.
Saturday 26th June 2010 2:16 pm
This isn’t happiness,
This is a set of lips,
Curling at the corners,
Retired from being kissed,
This is a facade,
The back arched,
Leaning in to whisper,
I’m destroyed by culture.
This is emptiness,
Vacancy forming dust,
This isn’t happiness,
It never was.
Tuesday 27th April 2010 8:35 pm