Poetry Blogs (tough)
Stephen Gospage on Bob was a cut above his fellow pupils at his new school (3 hours ago)
I’ve seen it happen anywhere
Rochdale on a pouring down Sunday afternoon
Melbourne on a baking hot Saturday
Featherstone on a cold midwinter Friday night
Sydney on a misty winter Wednesday
At the eruption of a scrumdown wrestle
The stiff arm of a bewitched fullback
As a dancing standoff sidesteps his frame
A punch that comes from the seco...
Saturday 20th June 2020 12:56 pm
You always see
when people trip and fall
face first onto a knee,
The shear panic of a red warm pool.
People crowd and care,
Rushing to rescue.
Drip, drip, drip,
The skin now stained
seeping from veins,
Pumping like a bad memory,
Fixated on the blood
people forget the scars,
Not the one oozing with puss
but the one deep-rooted,
Crying out for atte...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 10:17 pm
I’ve known many unsavory characters from my home city of Manchester
There’s the ex-demolition guy who took a great dislike to me
Did he have visions of blowing me up instead of my old car?
He had a trainee apprentice in the wings and had connections
I knew several football hooligans who fought for what?
For England, their home team, themselves, for violence?
Wednesday 26th December 2018 11:59 am
Every generation has its own hard men
who rule the block, kick the new kids ass’s.
Who rule every bar, don’t take no for an answer,
are not to be messed with and demand respect.
They use the weapons of their trade, knives,
brass knuckles, guns, bats and more.
Take them away and their fists are a back up,
sure fire way of defence, offence.
Thursday 29th September 2011 3:17 pm