Poetry Blogs (social commentary)
Tell your best mate that you love him
and tell him that you miss him
embrace him warmly when you meet
and if you have to
this does not mean you want to fuck him!
Just let him know you value him
that you're glad he's in your life
confess you have no interest
in making him your wife
ask him how he's doing
and be prepared to listen
provide encouragement to share
it could be...
Friday 26th January 2018 12:23 pm
They look at me like I'm the problem
and the cause of their boredom
and who knows
maybe in some ways I am.
I was a teenager once
bemoaning the lack of activities to get involved in
because opportunities were slim
and money was always tight
we had no Internet
to check through what's on listings
or you tube videos to learn new skills
I remember a lack of positive role models
Wednesday 17th January 2018 10:03 am
send a ship
sent a ship
say no chip
say no sh!#...WOAH!
wait a minute
wait a minute
I agree with it for most parts
I agree with on screen censorship of private parts
and that beep beep, honk honk on Power puff girls
and Sponge Bob was kinda funny
but these shows are for kids
ad they are touching so many mature content in
heady heavy undertones and innuendos
Sunday 19th March 2017 4:43 pm
How could she go
cause her daddy wasn’t far away
unless she really wants
to kiss to this sad song
the difference is we both wake up
to the cadence of a different love
then I am made like the villain
I only want a peaceful morning
do you remember when
I saw you fucking him again
don’t you forget
to say you’re sorry
the bloom is off the rose
Saturday 12th March 2016 5:04 pm
Streets filled with purpose
The Silicon valley is alive and well
Suitcases and Range Rovers
Palm tress sweep the sky
motorists hurry to plug in
horns honked with kindness
coffee filled with sugar and whipped cream
more a milkshake than a jumpstart
two hour snack pow wow
heated ping pong power lunch
making apps to scratch your back
Sunday 21st February 2016 6:08 pm
actually it’s early
brain never stops
mix between good thoughts and bad
this should be over since the end
of my drinking life
my dogs life
is this one of those nights I’ve been waiting for?
what to do…???
my best pal comes to town tomorrow
happy about that
maybe this shouldn’t be over
maybe this is just the beg...
Saturday 6th February 2016 10:24 am
I tell myself to let her go
Is it her I miss?
just the idea?
just the company?
actually i miss them all
they all still hurt
kindness to strangers
makes a man comfy
just for a little while
then they hurt
they tear my gut space
suddenly I’m the Sunday funnies
and they lose weigh...
Tuesday 2nd February 2016 6:31 pm
I create stress for myself
even on vacation
I’m working on it
“simmer down” they say
Am i that bad?
even the pope takes an angry shit right?
everyone has to worry about something
nothing but truth,
I’m not comfy unless I worry
I envy those who walk without baggage
how do they do it?
I can make it a day
then she scr...
Friday 29th January 2016 8:15 pm
I’m not the best lover
can’t dance much either
never won a poker game
never guessed the jelly beans
haven’t won a sweep steaks of any kind
failed to roll 300
don’t really like vegetables
prefer burgers to pretty much anything
afraid of the ocean from time to time
Jaws was mean but brilliant
I can catch a ball
any ball, any time...
Thursday 28th January 2016 10:47 pm
Been working hard loving
working hard chances way too many, many
you’re foolish not to let me go
you helped me walk when i was off
you told me this was the last time
i’m sure its nice to change the bloody razors
maybe turn back the clocks
those where the days
I know i fucked it up
I know i was the clown, banana peel
you come around, you hear the sounds...
Thursday 28th January 2016 10:03 pm
Sit back with the captain and Jack
they all walk in
they found me wet with all the K-pins
get back up
got to get back up
I can see my soul is all but stuck
I got my meds, my sickened head
I got my life to get straight
the rest is what I make
the rest is what i make!
with never picky taste
if I’m gonna be yours lets get away...
Thursday 28th January 2016 9:16 pm
Not all bad
I’m out on the front porch smoking
scratching forgotten dreams from my baldness
coffee makes me happy
even a little light breeze helps
today is gonna be different
yesterday was so so
I got through it
Some of it hurt
she was civil
that is always a plus
I miss my babies
i regret my choices
yet the porch is my place
what is i...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 4:48 pm
Wednesday 4th February 2015 9:27 pm
Is the unguidable wilderness distant nature of the Mother of all Gods' bargain, Every sin confidence is a cold denial infinite bet confession labyrinth of words hoping She'll awaken to faith gesture and play the secrecy threat of Her oft benign cross empathetic dead hand!
Just another running card eternity drawn breath Sunday without god... gag, Her augmented li(f)e o...
Saturday 7th June 2014 9:56 am
Achieving nectar dose of the god's karma never cared much at all lost dreams, The unfathomable infinite sandcastling cosmos, Realm of golden aptitude desire tests, Where the children of Buddha's eternal poverty war are forever subdued by avarice... Inside, Stagger as if cosmic winter recital blind, Waging every swollen consciousness sedated by snake apathy rolled eye no take...
Thursday 5th June 2014 9:18 am
Kill off the infection,
A belief against the invisible court of justice, Wherein love is no longer held libel as the greatest of every moment's existence value... The difference between intolerance compelled lethargic inaction versus the any second creeping essence affliction of the empathetic imagination engine must survive the spread of difference across our lives, Surmounting the conv...
Monday 2nd June 2014 11:48 am
The first hypnosis occurred as he stare down from the broken white portrayal hearted cross, An unholy smoke justification to put greed forward any cause, without delving to the bottom of a pretend whisky spine glass, where desperately intolerant profit dreams seem wasted if kept immortally repressed in a book of uncommitted commandments entitled: Equinox Psalm of Offences, neve...
Sunday 1st June 2014 9:54 am
Drawing worthless diction as fire,
Unqualified lucid pictures of muted clouds entitled hope, Inaudibly described via a depravity of discord, A torrential malady choir of misshapen atonement deficit cast foreseen just libel out angels, Whose eyes re filled with numb denouncement matriarchal Lilith established garden of misery over marionette's adorned with the purposeful threat of silence ...
Saturday 31st May 2014 11:05 am
Speech vomited from a hate intoxicated mouth full of razor blades, Whose tongue is white nameless cross tattooed to empower the whisky bottom glass dreams to appear more than obscene, Suicide slicing empathy's once authentic imagination equality eternal engine on behalf of avarice' reincarnated intolerance heirloom of a false Buddha's multiple profit gun arms, Margina...
Tuesday 27th May 2014 10:41 am
Open Mic Event
I am pleased to announce that Ashton Library will be host to the Manchester launch of the Robin Hood Book, a poetry anthology alongside the Robin Hood Campaign analysing, celebrating and discussing various social issues of importance.
There will be readings from Ushiku ...
Tuesday 15th May 2012 1:34 pm
The seasonal grind
through the gears
the autumn now
of working fears.
But what to do
when pension nears
as money’s tight
and mortgage rears?
The posties wife
she knew his mind
twenty years posting time;
but the wheels were falling off.
He chased the debts
with gambling ways
and soon she learnt
that better days;
Monday 16th January 2012 12:16 pm
Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.
Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]
the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
Sunday 19th June 2011 3:07 pm
Mild for the weather for this time of year
outside, standing and chatting and laughing,
standing close and I’m trapped by the wall
and I feel enclosed, and I feel... I...
Standing close, I feel. And I shouldn’t feel.
Rain permeates the non-coloured memories
damp, sodden evenings and damp, sodden mornings
remembering: neglected, remembering rejection
Saturday 22nd January 2011 3:30 pm
Thursday 23rd December 2010 7:26 pm
Tuesday 23rd November 2010 4:08 pm
Sunday 15th August 2010 8:59 pm