Poetry Blogs (urban living)
The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.
Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.
The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.
A passing car cre...
Tuesday 25th November 2014 7:13 pm
This is not freedom!
It is not the sum – the total of all
I feel inside,
It isn’t my wish, demand or collaborative
Appeal against conviction,
It is the drugging up of sanity
For the profanity that is my home.
It isn’t social housing but a cursing
Of my very own exis...
Monday 3rd October 2011 10:53 am
Sorry for Leap Frogging here, this is the second draft so I had to remove the old one. Big thank you to Alan Morrison. This is a response to his last entry. Thank - You. x
I ran along such a road once,
The Wimborne Road the track - a point to point
Racecourse jockeys use to please a crowd,
The bets, illegal and legal ...
Sunday 26th June 2011 11:38 am
Daubed Clock of an Architect
Shove ‘em’ in the cities for
You don’t give a fekk!
Let them psychically rape
Each other through cardboard disguised as brick,
Let them steel and rob, kill and hate
For the creation made in spite; the
Claustrophobic environs ‘you’ know,
Humans were never meant to live!
Let them s...
Friday 10th June 2011 8:59 am