Poetry Blogs (wakefield)
Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) [MUSIC VERSION]
You said that you wanted a land fit for heroes,
a place to call home that they’d show off with pride
but somewhere along the way you forgot
the reasons they fought and the reasons they died.
They thought they were fighting for honour and justice,
suppressing the tyrants and saving our land -
but returned ...
Saturday 4th May 2019 5:38 pm
I don't usually do pre-amble, but in this case it's necessary. I took part in a city team slam last night where one of the requirements was to 'roast' the opposition city in a warm up exercise.
In West Yorkshire, particularly in Rugby League, one of the historic rivalries is between Leeds and my home city of Wakefield - we co-exist just 7 miles apart. I was asked to 'roast' the city of Leeds - ...
Saturday 4th August 2018 10:57 am
The Weeping Angel
She passed this way and tended to our pain,
stayed by our beds and whispered in our ears,
administered our wounds and eased our fears -
telling us that we would be home again.
Once, in her hands, I saw pendant and chain,
I will remember that for many years,
an angel weeping solitary tears
that made me think of the oncoming rain.
She sent it to her ...
Wednesday 4th July 2018 12:05 pm
Once Upon A Time
rattling and clinking
with their gaudy shades
of potions slopping.
groaning up the hill
breathing their dragons breath
of carbon dust.
The aged magik
of a ramshackle
and the clanging of the last.
The shout of
“Rag and Bone”
a Monday morning.
selling chocolate cigars
to little mimics
Wednesday 6th May 2015 7:09 pm
The Westgate Run.
Upon the Merrie Cities oldest street
when twilight creeps across the Yorkshire sky,
traditionally friends and strangers meet
and let the velvet darkness pass them by.
In pictures from a dim and distant past,
as gaslight spilled from heavy shadowed doors,
to neon tinted bars of Friday last
the sound of liquid laughter gently pours.
Tuesday 9th July 2013 10:45 pm
Northern Lights (54th)
The Northern Lights are ablaze tonight
And, oh, I’m feeling down.
You never could just treat me right,
You always played around.
This fallen angel’s lost his wings
And come, at last, to ground –
While all the while my world turns
And those Northern Lights go round.
The heavens glow with neon arcs
The skyline blazes brigh...
Thursday 27th June 2013 4:01 pm