Stood in the world filled with marvel
A place where it meets outside its box
Sky is the imagination; limitless and abysmal
Creative world; quixotic meets realistic, the mind is the crosswalks
Mountains that grows unnoticed
Gloats their colossal size and its verdant forests
However, gust carry the weights lightly and up like hawks
Flew beyond the barriers of sound;
Aloft and chases equi...
Saturday 3rd December 2022 11:07 am
The whistle of the wind
And the fate twisted and twined
Under the dark filled with gems
We made love and made other condemns
Mumbling crickets sang their song
And the croaking frogs composed their poem
The endless sky; glimmering yet bright
With you here feelings were delight
The moment and time stood still
And the world was ours to give
Soft tongue and eyes filled with jewel
Saturday 3rd December 2022 3:52 am
Reminisced the golden beams of Sol that reflects to your iris
An episode of time that we wandered aimless
Cuddles like a meerkat, we were one like a chorus
Envisages our future and stamped our initials on the tree of eucalyptus
The windy day and the descending star in stretch
We danced with the field of wild flowers and we kissed in french
The caw of the birds as our audience
to our story...
Saturday 3rd December 2022 3:50 am
Dancing in the background of lilac petal
Sapphires surrounds and shined with a vendetta
Gasping the puff of space dust
Walking in thin air, together with the seeping blood lust
Near, yet too far
Celestial bodies barreling towards with no fuss
Words spoken in the pages of grimoire
Unfurled by the curious gust
Synchronized by the effects of cosmic dust
The choreographed pirouette of the...
Saturday 3rd December 2022 3:43 am
Strumming the strings of fate
Moving in maelstrom against the natural order of destiny
As the strings lengthen, I’m in stalemate
To counter, to flow, or to simply be
I stand in the space of the night
Looking up, stars staring back
Looking back, decisions stand for condign smite
Still seeking for the perfect tune by a mere playwright
Choices have been chosen, Decisions have been decided
Saturday 3rd December 2022 3:41 am
Tainted words are like shadows
Amid your weak sunny days
Tainted dreams are like the mud
On your black patent leather shoes
You cannot walk towards your hope
Having these sorrowful feet
And with a barefaced kind
Of friend hidden on your mind
Tainted whispers are like a curse
With the promises you've broken
Maybe a thousand times
A sudden storm taints the breeze
Monday 28th November 2022 7:55 pm
The tears cannot put out
The burning question of the heart
What a bizarre fire you have
As no one can see your flame
Deep down in your heart
Maybe we should sing a song
To let us not go wrong
Once again with unanswered questions
The lyrics are so stuck in violence
That they are drifting us apart
Deep down in our bleeding heart
The empty space is not big enough
Saturday 28th May 2022 1:57 pm
A brand new anthology of Christmas poems has been launched as a Facebook project.
‘A Mersey Christmas’ features work by local poets who frequent the spoken word poetry circuits around Birkenhead and Liverpool, and is available to read free.
Curated by Wirral poets Barry Woods and Michelle Wright the collection is their fourth creative writing project and a Christmas gift to the people of th...
Wednesday 1st December 2021 9:53 pm
Poets from Merseyside have started to reignite the art of live performance with a series of eight spoken word events around the Wirral Peninsula.
The Wirral Poetry Festival has emerged from its online only status and has been back in the community over the past weeks celebrating the run up to National Poetry Day 2021 on Thursday.
On Sunday West Kirby Arts Centre hosted a green even...
Monday 4th October 2021 11:17 pm
The World in Lockdown People's Poem is now part of the RLB 360 Capsule of Culture, which remembers the year 2020 and its defining moments.
The project was chosen by a judging panel of local and Liverpool-born celebrities.
Thanks to everybody who shared their words last year.
The time capsule will be stored in the Royal Liver Building permanently from today.
A big thanks to my co-creato...
Monday 24th May 2021 12:38 am
As a writer (I still shy away from the title poet at times) I often find myself in a dilemma, one to which the vagaries of my mind tutor the torment. The unravelling of meaning of poems – is it meant to be a test that makes you feel inadequate at the best of times?
I have often sat and read something and then wondered “what the hell have I just read? It makes no sense at all. Why must poets do ...
Friday 23rd April 2021 11:00 am
inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip
on the train ride home
your smile flashed between buildings,
lights flickered and i couldn’t tell
if it was the spark in your eye
or the streetlights beaming
onto the dark streets.
i saw your smile and your hand
reaching for mine,
those bedroom eyes
that whispered “bring me
to your hotel.”
we weren’t made for cheap
sex, we were ...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 5:24 am
Come close if you must,
to my heart of rust.
Taste my sorrows
of ash and honey,
beneath the illusion
of love and money.
After the show,
your life’s a mess,
you’ll fall in line
with the rest.
. . .
It’s not too late,
to change your fate.
Turn away from a life
What you seek
is found within,...
Tuesday 5th January 2021 5:04 am
In the shadow of sleeping Kings,
soldiers, and poets,
comes another battlefield day,
man against man, invisible wars,
hell’s fury unleashed among trees.
Yet, upon the rocky shore,
angels dance and sing,
reminding us there is something more
Beauty glints among broken things.
Hope is on the horizon.
So on these solemn days,
let us find something...
Friday 27th November 2020 1:50 am
Ask me if I had enough.
2020 is or was a bluff
for the destruction of what I thought I had
building all the way up.
if the present isn’t linear
then why can’t i stop looking up?
if the past does not exist
why does it always creep up?
I, once a Quantanium sprayed ora
that now seems to only have collected dust.
So please, I beg you.
Ask me if I had enough.
Monday 12th October 2020 5:14 pm
A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't
mean a thing
in the grand scheme.
Wears his heart
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
Waxes poetic about
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain
More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
in you and me.
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:21 am
A magenta sky
greets my morning sigh.
Another majestic day,
lost in the minutia of life.
paralyzing dream sabers.
Download another book,
refresh the poet's page.
Escape, behind a waterfall
Dry your eyes,
face your fears.
Tuesday 9th June 2020 4:31 pm
The Poetic Bond X - calls for submissions - up to four poems on any subject, in any form, and of any length (120 lines in print + weblink).
So far 623 poems from 223 poets have been published in The Poetic Bond Series. The Poets of The Poetic Bond come from all over the globe, from the US to Malaysia, the UK to the Lebanon, with ages ranging from 14 to 86, exploring themes of love, life, age...
Sunday 10th May 2020 11:37 am
All the words to say
The sad ones
The lonely ones
The happy, grateful ones
The mad ones
The ones that circulate through you
But never leave your lips
They rage out onto paper
For all to read
But the ones closest to you
Will never see
These words escape you effortlessly
Words poured out late at night
Words splayed out for others in the light of day
Words that others will relate
Saturday 14th March 2020 1:38 pm
Wednesday 4th December 2019 3:20 am
Poetry is my
drug of choice,
rays of sunshine.
on lonely nights,
my lost lover
in my ear,
birds in flight,
Sunday 3rd November 2019 12:39 pm
You think you can
break my heart
We are one.
are my tears.
My tears stream
down your face.
we try to escape,
but it keeps pulling us back
to this silent space.
You turn away,
nothing to say,
rue the day.
I laugh through the tears,
because I know we will be
bound again for years,
Monday 28th October 2019 1:04 am
It was 1990 when we met,
before we were who we were.
The nineties were running through sprinklers
playing whiffle ball in the yard,
make-believe games, stick horses,
and dances to Green Day.
The 2000s were much the same,
with crushes, dear diaries,
womanhood, and makeup
sprinkled about like the dandelion seeds
we used to blow into...
Thursday 5th September 2019 8:23 pm
Standing your turf
wielding a giant pen.
Power serving words,
determined to win.
Into the net,
out of bounds,
Will you be the
pinnacle of calm
or pull a McEnroe?
Steady your pace
or steamroll every
opponent you face?
Thursday 31st January 2019 6:56 pm
Forever ago may seem
like 20 years of gray,
but I live forever every day.
There is no escape.
It's not the passion I miss,
I keep that memory sealed
in a concrete kiss.
It's the lyrical
that went on months
before our egos
got in the way.
In the forever between
tears and heartbreak,
to find ourselves
and our destiny, here
on this pag...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:09 pm
The razor thin space between
stimuli and response
I decided to put a
where love never ends
and be, just friends.
It was a defining decision.
He decided that without
certain stimuli, there would be
no response, just an end.
Tempting as it is to give in
to conditioned responses,
I'm riding the razor's edge
into a new frontier...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 6:57 pm
There's many things behind poetry that is still a mystery today. Why does it make us feel a certain way when certain words are placed together? Is it that it's relatable? Nostalgic? Reassuring? I know many people that don't enjoy poetry and many that do. Why is that? Are those that dislike it close-minded? Does it show they haven't been through what the poem is implying, therefore they can't relat...
Friday 7th December 2018 5:48 am
To all you writers and poets out there.
Thank you for your words of courage,
words of truth,
words of encouragement
Thank you for your solidarity,
for lifting us up.
Thank you for breaking ground,
cutting the edge,
standing on that soapbox
with daring and drive,
having the nerve to shout out
what many ...
Saturday 30th June 2018 12:15 pm
beyond our close shadow of death
my poet mind
I need direction
Or some beads to tell
to take refuge from my life:
A candle flame
Only the candle
A journey into quietude
Friday 3rd November 2017 4:36 pm
but I put my time
in an ice cube
and now global warming
struck and the feelings
have been let loose
Tuesday 24th October 2017 4:28 pm
By Alem Hailu
The poem below decrying war was written by Lithuanian poet Salomeja Neris when her country was invaded by Nazi Germany. By way of showing how it is possible to explicate a narrative poem and invite readers reread the poem and grasp the meaning I will explicate her poem Spring as follows.
Once again will lilac sing,
And brooks will babble, brooks, w...
Saturday 18th March 2017 7:14 am
Your eyes captivate my whole being
How can something so simple be so beautiful
Beautiful like the bluest waters in the Pacific Ocean
Your eyes distract me from the horrendous occurrences in our society
Beautiful can't even describe your being
Because beautiful is what you are
And what you always will be
You captivate me
Sunday 5th March 2017 4:49 am
We're always looking,
For the next thing,
We miss the things
That really matter
Only to find
At the end
Of our lives
That we've never
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 3:23 pm
I have a collection of poems, titled "The P.O.T". Below are excerpts of the work.
The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) is analogous to water being poured out from a pot to the ground. Here, water is a representation of thoughts and the ground represents the peoples’ minds.
It is a collection of poems that draws its thoughts from the interests of inspiration, motivation, spirituality...
Monday 29th February 2016 11:11 am
We are human
Humans make mistakes
Poets own their faux pas
Endearingly on paper
Making us a uniquely
Fucked up bunch of individuals
Saturday 13th February 2016 7:33 pm
The army and fucking
Folks just need to know
The army will get you shot
Why the confusion?
Commercials don’t impress me
guns are loud, and blood is depressing
héros are human
bullets are real
Life is a deep breath you don’t wanna lose
young men with no options
thanks for your death
I can buy contraception
from a man from a country who shot you
Thursday 21st January 2016 7:53 pm
I’m different from all the rest
these words will change you
stay with me
important info is to follow
the world is on fire
the mountains are moving
Susie has a gun
buy this, sell now!!
stay with me
This is an interesting group of letters
people like you.
heartbreak and iTunes
Facebook and menopause
things to grab the ...
Thursday 21st January 2016 7:25 pm
I sat on a bench for an hour
ugly dogs and sad people
grey men with bad backs
carrying shit and ancient thoughts
I wonder about a blonde lady
was she the one who gave blowjobs and never made you call her
I wonder how long he will take to realize he’s gay
or hates his father
how much of that college degree do you really use?
do you feel pre...
Thursday 21st January 2016 6:50 pm
I open as Sylvia Plath
Cock my eye
By breakfast I am Ginsberg
My cereal howls
Sex and Jazz
Trashcans rust and curl
I leave the house as Wordsworth
And wonder lonely through a crowd
Arrive at the track as Bukowski
Gamble on the lunchtime horses
Smoking a cigarette
A sparrow sings
As the day wears on
I am Cummings...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 11:57 am
Let Not The Ink Run Dry
I share because I care
And dare to say words
That some find ill at ease,
But one thing
I’ve found within
The realms of poetry,
We’re all as daring as each,
We all open our minds our
Hearts our soul and speak,
I see we’re all hankering
I see many
Who care just as much
As me, and i...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 12:13 am
Last Sunday I was entertained by an article in the Sunday Express written by its resident poet Martin
Newell under the above title and taking up the remarks by Jeremy Paxman about modern poetry.
Mr Newell wasn't taking any prisoners. I quote:
"As a working poet for almost a quarter of a century, if this matter ever goes to the barricades, I will be
with Paxman. The problem is that poe...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 3:28 pm
with paper cut
stares at a wall
I could do that
so he picks up
a spray can
fifteen feet high
his rage is
to be heard
Monday 7th October 2013 11:14 pm
As the last drips of rum
slip from glass to lips
I feel the heartache
of pirates and poets.
The anchor is raised on a ship
setting sail for foreign shores,
whilst my glass is raised
and tipped once more.
An empty glass,
an empty bottle;
this is the heartache
of pirates and poets -
to feel the ebb and flow,
to be the empty vessel
Friday 1st March 2013 9:38 pm
Friday 31st August 2012 12:07 am
Nothing happens, I have no answers
Only the great sadness seems to assist me
Faced with despair, people are losing their identity
The word violence plays its language
Everything is corrupted
Everything looks bad, aging
In the thunder of the night I discover that my brother is my enemy
The only thing real is this sad reality
Wednesday 8th February 2012 1:41 am
Im off to London soon for the long journey to read some poems at the Camden ey. Its a RRRants run event. Starts about 7.30pm Im struggling with health BUT still keeping it together. Not sure if I will have footage of this one, we'll see. Heres some from January 2011.
To find out more visit either www.thepoetjohn.com (for more about my writing) ...
Sunday 1st May 2011 3:41 pm
Accidental Afternoon of Poetry
1:00 - 3:30
41 old birley street
A special kind of open mic with a twist
After accidentally keeping a booking for the YARD theatre in Hulme for the 19th of June i thought i might as well use it for some good.
This event called "Accidental Af...
Tuesday 8th June 2010 6:19 pm
Wednesday 18th November 2009 3:37 pm