Out of all the people I know
none really know me
every time I meet someone new
I put on a face for someone to see
But I have just met someone
who figured out the truth
Ans all the things I always feared and never followed through
and guess what
they didn't see me as a threat
they loved my personality
the moment that we met
we had the fears and they deemed just...
Friday 21st October 2016 5:42 pm
Black, black is all I see
is this reality or but another dream
I'm on a path or is it a maze
a light will flicker but it will quickly fade
leaving me in a dark lonely haze
what have I done where will I turn
I even question myself will you ever learn
up to this point, I haven't learned a bit
my life is still in a deep dark pit
drug away from life and joy...
Wednesday 12th October 2016 4:05 pm
Trust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility - without errors, mistakes or fuck ups. How do we trust others when we can't even trust ourselves .. If the potential gain outweighs the potential risk we're likely to oblige. Whether the repercussions be momentary or long standing, we're going to indulge in whatever we feel is beneficia...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 8:40 pm
The twinkle in the stars
the whisper in the wind
climb a tall tree
and sit on a limb
sit there and think
let your mind go wild
finally, I was free
but for just a little while
listen to the coyotes
howling by the tracks
and listen to the river
flowing in the back
listen to the leaves rustling in the wind
look at the owl
trying to fly
Friday 7th October 2016 1:48 pm
I knew from the start
not to leave the house
the snow was falling
and the wind was howling
I knew after a while
I was going too fast
while flying around a corner
I tried to let off the gas
I knew at that moment
that there would be pain
I thought of the physical stuff
not the pain that would make me go insane
I knew when it hit me
that it r...
Thursday 6th October 2016 7:26 pm
Summer has passed and autumn is rolling in - which means the SoapBox Poetry Club is back. Our regular poetry night held at the John Peel Centre, on the last Wednesday of the month, features a nationally renowned poet as a headliner, two local poets and one musician in support. We book exciting, passionate and political young poets. Those at the forefront of poetry in the UK. The kind of writers an...
Friday 23rd September 2016 12:43 pm
I have just released my third ebook 'Realisations' - a year after my debut ebook 'Open to interpretation' and it's subsequent second edition. It is available to buy now on Lulu via this link: http://www.lulu.com/shop/christian-reeve/realisations/ebook/product-22865142.html
A brief preview is available for all three of my books on the website itself. Please buy a copy now and support ...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 10:49 am
Monday 29th August 2016 1:05 pm
Saturday 20th August 2016 8:53 pm
Spent shell casings everywhere
gleaming in the July sun
bodies of three martyrs lie
victims of a German gun
Italy is crying now
see how fast the tears run.
Three priests in nineteen forty four
slaughtered by the devil’s hand
innocent of all misdeeds
outrage sweeps throughout the land...
Sunday 7th August 2016 10:50 am
I've never seen this look in your eye,
It's over, finally, it's over
And we hold that truth deep inside
Hold me tighter than you ever have,
Kiss me sweeter and love me harder.
And we will cry,
But it's ok.
We're not broken,
And even if we are,
From tomorrow on, I'll carry every piece of us With me in my soul.
So give me one last memory,
Friday 5th August 2016 6:31 pm
We all couldn't wait
To grow up, to get out
To fully understand
What the world was about
Only to find
On the other side
The beauty we saw
As a child, had died
The day turned to night
The blue turned to gray
The innocence of life
Had faded away.
So many dreams
Now seem cast down
Remember when difficult
Meant choosing marker or crayon?
Thursday 4th August 2016 2:55 pm
(influenced partially by John Cooper Clarke's "I've Fallen In Love With My Wife")
She walks with a blonde hair
Green fringe blur
A poetic mermaid i could care for her
A smile on my face
when my days are blue
This poem is her and it is not for you
A strong fighter for women's rights
She performs her poems under theatre spot lights
She likes to cycle
When the days are blue
This is her a...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 8:34 pm
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 3:23 pm
Staring blank-faced at each other
From across the room
The space between us, a few feet,
Feels as a thousand miles now
The tears tore through the facade
That we wore for so long
Telling ourselves "we're ok"
We were dead long ago
We were only being buried now.
How did we get here?
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 3:45 pm
My Misses has a mistress
She comes here then and now
She always sneaks in quietly
And when she leaves she's loud
She lives here some nights
On the other side of the bed
She stays here with my misses
She lives inside her head
I watch her leech away her life
She slyly steals her smile
And when she wants to make love
She takes my misses for a while
She didn't come ...
Monday 1st August 2016 2:27 pm
Is the high worth the pain?
Or for the sunshine is the rain?
Stuck between this world and yours,
Both of my feet in different doors.
Quiet and desolate desert night,
My soul thirsts for your love's light
Restless and weary as I lay, Far away, Far away.
The whistling wind and blowing breeze,
The moon, it sets my mind at ease
The sun radiates through my soul,
Tuesday 26th July 2016 4:01 pm
love the sound of crackle
I adore the sound of hiss
People thought it was a dying trend
But its a sound I'll never miss
The sound of a new vinyl
Is a sound I love to hear
So pull yourself up real close
And lend me your ear
Now some people like jazz
And others like rock
But the only time I get sad
Is when my records are outta stock
So if you see me playing records
Don't look at ...
Thursday 21st July 2016 5:09 pm
I remember the late nights I lay awake thinking about you.
The way you looked at me when I was heavily intoxicated.
You were laughing.
Not the “I’m sorry for you laughing”
But the genuine laughing.
(With a smile that could light up the world)
The memory makes me think we dated
But that’s a silly thought.
So many of my thoughts surrounded you.
Wednesday 20th July 2016 9:44 pm
The sad little man with the bulging face,
his sense of victory is Britain’s disgrace.
Voting out tolerance, electing hatred in its place,
by reducing complex issues into ones of race.
“The war is over, and we have won,”
says the phoney, slimy, suited hooligan,
knowing full well the conflict has just begun –
all hail our unelected pound-shop Napoleon.
As he soaks u...
Monday 4th July 2016 7:04 pm
Logs lost in a stream.
but they were destined to bring,
and the American Dream.
But wild horses buck when they see the reigns.
Logs lost in a stream.
to make a route,
towards the newest scene.
Build a house with memories,
a heavenly theme.
Build a set so you can act out
Tuesday 14th June 2016 11:23 pm
There was a monk
well, a former monk
and he was handing out free cups of tea
As he did he spoke of
and letting go of material possessions.
I took him up on his offer and we conversed
but then he asked me about my job
and I ashamedly admitted that I felt down
I work for a corporation
but he held me in a s...
Sunday 12th June 2016 9:45 pm
A Loan Man stands
Awkwardly in a conference room
Through corrugated glass slats
Cracks reveal stacks
of printer paper, standard size
Promising- so bright and white
Taller than he
Behind which he hides.
Closes his eyes.
Hand to forehead
Elbow to stack
A prayer recited: "Is it five o'clock yet?"
"Somewhere", he thinks
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:56 pm
From the front of the conference room
He wraps us in a voice born of the pulpit
Buttery and gravelly and low
He floats down from the makeshift stage
Tells of the flying fish
Gives us magic sunglasses
So we can see through water
He's here to talk about new eyes
To see what under(lies)
He's selling a new language
In it, we write our morality on the wall...
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:52 pm
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
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*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
A sharp stick
In rough hands
To make bodies temples
Over wood fires
Quietly smokes rise
(and thanking, we ate)
Today struggle becomes clammy fingertips
The slick touch
Of some ancient bones
That time had turned to sludge
Always making new temples...
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:42 pm
Anything and everything is what I want
Life and love is just for us
Like Kings and queens jealousy is unjust
suspicious trust patience has no rush
Like the talented and Gifted
On a impossible mission
To find someone with the purest of intentions
Thursday 9th June 2016 3:25 am
Do not be subjected to the selfish objectives
of single serving soulmates out to leave you rejected.
Left wondering why you elected to stay this connected,
instead of using your head, choosing to prove,
you knew we would lose this connection
So stay strong and focused, it won't take too long to notice,
that your modus for selection, can be bogus so focus your weapon
Monday 6th June 2016 1:10 am
"Dear Bob Dylan is a collection of letters written over a ten year span. The letters encompass a literary endeavor by the author as a means to hone her voice without boundaries, to express all that is insoluble and alive in her life and like any philosophy, lend to a new perspective for friends, fans and critics alike."
I am thrilled to announce the publication of Dear Bob Dylan. Currently ava...
Sunday 5th June 2016 1:59 am
Nothing compares to the treasure that is Treva
No underestimating fate when it comes to Pleasure.
I might be talking forever, I find this girl super clever
Not a soul does it better, the time is now or never.
Her style is leather and feathers and if she changes direction
She’s a proper showstopper winning Prom Queen elections
Her sense of humor’s infectious so I establish a ...
Saturday 4th June 2016 7:03 pm
Sunrise lover from
Soft, warm darkness.
Light filters in at sunrise and
Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling.
As the room brightens, his form slowing comes into being,
Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.
Smooth, soft, dark and lovely.
I lie with him, my face resting against his.
In the half light I can just make out
His eyelashes, resting on h...
Saturday 4th June 2016 3:50 pm
The pallor of the parquet floor
Brings recollections of
School, its classrooms, its corridors
Somehow the pattern pulls
Me into a journey through
Time; conjuring images
Of art and assemblies,
Of laughter and lateness,
Of parents and pupils and plans:
For a future unknown;
For escaping the lessons
And the chill of those changing rooms.
A mishmash of memories,
Monday 30th May 2016 1:18 pm
LEARNING TO DANCE.
When I was young I learned to dance.
Early on I took the chance to swerve,
To have the nerve to move my hips,
Have the balls to move my lips and shout.
There never was a moment of doubt
I would be the one to blame.
I would have a claim to fame.
I would be the one who’s always brash.
I would be just Northern trash, with attitude.
The one who’s r...
Sunday 29th May 2016 2:11 pm
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
Do not fear the light of the dying star for it will yield no pain.
It is mortal, it is ended.
Fading out like the dimming of the candle, then extinguished, forever.
No light shall ever again grace these barren lands
As dust forever billows across its scarred surface
And drinks its voluptuous seas.
Like a standing ovation,
Thursday 26th May 2016 8:44 pm
Thursday 26th May 2016 6:03 am
I believe it’s the truth; when I listen to your story,
Because what kind of fool would let someone else destroy,
The preconceived notion of what it means to feel joy and
Give someone the power to make you scour the void
For a moment of smiles, for some semblance of hope,
Someone in this world that will, remember your jokes
And those resembling friends, they’ll assemble your ...
Thursday 26th May 2016 12:53 am
My Hands cover my face because I’m ashamed,
And the pain too much for me to sustain
The game didn’t change us, we’re all still the same
I blame myself, I couldn’t handle the fortune and fame
All the kisses exist on other lover’s lips
In my mind I remember the list when I reminisce
Finding out the best of this was yet to come
Today could be a different day, if I’d only suc...
Wednesday 25th May 2016 7:43 pm
Two of a kind, a perfect match,
an excellent pair, why couldn’t it last?
Too many theories and silly conspiracies.
Seriously, who cares if she happened to be,
somebody meaner no deeper no cleaner
than you would’ve thought she’d hoped she’d be.
She misrepresented an unpleasant version
of sexy in the streets and freak in the sheets
by freaking with ev-ery geek that ...
Monday 23rd May 2016 11:29 pm
I cut myself with your pictures, when I feel alone,
Scarring part of my heart, with your cellular phone
You’re the backdrop for heartache this week and the next
Your contact was cathartic ‘til I started failing tests
The one where I’m strong for the longest haul
And I don’t get jealous when your exes call.
I’m imperfect, yet I’ve proven my potential for hope
My moods not ...
Monday 23rd May 2016 9:09 pm
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Sunday 22nd May 2016 2:23 pm
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Sunday 15th May 2016 7:02 am
Rebuilding sanity starts with destroying memories.
Regret on your shoulders, don’t let it crush you for centuries.
The pressure someone else has forced upon you is gone
Your shackles are broken, time for you to sing your own song
You’ll find truth realizing potential within yourself
Like surviving a painful experience with little help,
will allow you to channel creativity fr...
Friday 13th May 2016 1:08 am
Life between us moved a little too fast,
I'm wishing that these aching moments without you, would pass
and hope they don't last for more than we need,
because I'm wildly wondering and quietly mumbling
stumbling and tumbling, my words always fumbling
it’s humbling to be headed toward our destiny
while the rest of me needs to succeed with my team.
You're the reason I’m sleeping ...
Thursday 12th May 2016 8:07 pm
There is a time to please, to appease, to apologise
For the tease, for existence
To apologise for the breasts, and the audacity
To want ownership, to be landed gentry of the manger
To pray less than politely for a lack of invitation from
The testosterone laden entitlement
When you trust him, the deceit still sits
In that firm space between gender specifications and stereot...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:40 pm
I have been trying to challenge myself to write in a variety of poetic styles. Most of Sunday has been spent playing around with Haiku; somehting I have always previously avoided as I found the format far too restrictive.
As a result of todays efforts I have decided to combine my Haiku writing attempts with my love for TV and Film. I have since created a blog of TV and film Haiku Reviews which yo...
Sunday 1st May 2016 9:19 pm
You're my peach, juicy and delicious,
Slur my speech, make my knees weak with kisses
It feels fictitious but it's factual, see
I've got stitches from Mrs. Love, actually
The scars are more like beauty marks after dark when you start
tweeting feelings like meadowlarks my heart Roars like a muscle car
Torn apart, put back together, it weathered being severely severed
Saturday 30th April 2016 8:03 pm
This riot doesn’t subside, just because you wish it
Sometimes we need a medium just to take the trip with.
You think that you’re equipped with all the right equipment?
I’m thinking that you’re tripping, and this is all a figment
Of your imagination, try to stick with being grounded
Founded in this new creation, you and I are quite astounding
Please re-main calm, intense plea...
Saturday 30th April 2016 7:00 pm
A woman, no mere mortal,
sent by lady fate
Her eyes are but a portal
where ideas lie in wait.
Her ambience is a hurricane,
it occurs to me she’s novacane
and it certainly ain’t hard to see
why this addiction is inside of me.
Lidice, you’re a waking dream,
You’re amazing me with your crazy schemes
I’m trying out, I hope I make the team
I hope by now, I’m n...
Saturday 30th April 2016 12:25 am
Love isn't tethered to a standard model
The universe operates on massive throttle
Engage this new Enterprise to warp speed,
Because our love transcends all the warnings
No one warned me about infinite possibilities
Make the challenge seem more than torn at the seams
Bored with the schemes, reporting that scenes
seem more than just an ordinary score for the team.
Friday 29th April 2016 11:26 pm
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