Advantage, me

I served a good point

The ball was in your court

And your return hit the net

But somehow you still won the game

Because you don’t play by the rules

Because you hijack the umpire’s stool

Because when your serves are tame

You award yourself a let

So I’ve been taught

There’s just no point

Disadvantage, me

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I'm yet to meet an ugly Emily

Even though, she is my rival

A Latin nemesis, with eruditely correlations

She evokes images both beautiful and intelligent

I’ve met Amélie and Emilia’s too.

I gave them my peanuts

And they would stroke my beagle

Whistling to Woodstock.

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Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep

She looked all over the UK.

Then, (being industrious) traveled the world

Until she reached the U. S. of A.

 

She searched in all the fifty states

Came close in Texas, but found only cattle.

Finally gave up and moved to the West Coast,

Sheepless in Seattle.

 

 

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Worn

 

Worn, like the shores of a thousand reasons

Like the coat of a hundred seasons

Or the grass on the trodden footpath

Of countless errands

Past the bark of a busy tree

Home to small creatures

Eaten by relentless birds

And stripped by squirrels

While crouching in a rain drenched corner of monotony

By the fence supported with a growth of clinging ivy

 

To a house with tired window...

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Days slip away
like tears unshed,
and moments of my life
drift on by
like the dreams
that won't let go,
won't let go.

The weight of the world
still bears down on me.
The stress of reality
digs in deep.
Trying to make ends meet,
my dreams won't let go.
They won't let go.

Chorus:
The page is waiting to be written.
Life can't remain on hold.
Dreams beckon from the distance.
The page is there, waiting
for the pen to sp...

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I hang up the phone.

Dialling tone resumes.

Tears through the plastic.

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I snuggle in my mum’s bed

Soft sweet scented quilt

Fluffy pillow for my head

Every night this is where I lie to dream

Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie

 

My dad sits quietly telling tails

Of scary pirates and treasure

With their bounty they set sail

Every night this is where I lie to dream

Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie

 

Dad sneaks out, thinks I’m asleep

...

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This is my take on hearing a fellow poet breathe in a quiet writing room I was sharing with him. To me his breaths eluded wisdom and grace and it floated towards me, carressing my head in benediction.

Abi

 

 

Arise

Intermittent staccatone of warm clothes

Parting from reluctant chairs

Thunk of a glass snogging the hard

Steady surface of a table

The soft rasp, whistht and little zips jingl...

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Obsession equals self-obsession

 

Winds stir old words along the morning’s empty street

Post-it notes disguised as rainy day receipts

Some read ‘I love you’ others ‘Notice me!’

All trampled underfoot with necessary cruelty

 

These are the words that once unwound inside of me

A mind and tongue that railed against pathetic fallacy

Now tied to it – shadows bind truth to fettered memory

An...

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The anvils on which we were cast
are rusting
The knowledge
In which you instilled
Past
Yet imprinted
We must watch you
wither
slow
will miss you
So sure
that
The mature passes
To silver
To grey
To white
Decay
Dear elder
Must we watch you threadbare
fray
Dear elder
Your children
Dear elder we try
To delay
But cannot stop
As calcium must eventually
Give way
formed from you
a mothers milk
a fathers silk
lapel
passed down link
your ...

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The government has claimed

success in its most recent boot amnesty.

Boot mountains have been formed

in police station yards

throughout the country.

Original plans to issue the surrendered boots

to construction workers have been abandoned

due to a shortage of workers since the fourth credit crunch

and concern that the boots may be smuggled

out of the building sites and sold to gang m...

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In these times of terror and torment,

Where blood is spilled for no reason,

Our good Earth is despoiled,

Raped and plundered, of its very essence,

Sucked dry of any hope of regeneration,

All that remains, is an ever-spinning orb,

As love and trust are cast out,

From hearts and minds

And the soul is torn from the body,

To drift in endless purgatory,

Awa...

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Not for me
I don’t understand
He isn’t real
She likes pancakes
Was too late
We drink coffee
His old room
Children’s hair
Is an egg
She has rabbits
Test tube baby
Stag do cheat
Dates ugly men
The lovely name
Awful with words
Glad we met
Wears jumpers
I miss him
Find me jobs
Should try harder
Mime artist
Followed home
Loves the Conservatives
We ate bbq
Looks like Shrek
...

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I have added some new sections to my website http://www.writingsinrhyme.com and also some poems have been added to the site. Fopr those who like foreign language poems, I have some in Irish, French and German, and also a couple of Haikus in Serbian, and a poem translated to Filipino... just to cap things off.

If anyone wants to translate a poem for me, email me to let me know of it, and Ill post ...

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This was written after a trip to Marakesh, ok so I've used orange, I know!

 

Once seared by heat marrow changes form,

Air so arid, dry, tasting like school chalk

Epiphanies evoked through eyes of scorn

Can't comprehend these aren't Lancashire folk

New cultural laws, awareness I lack

Minaret dominates a seething mass square

Women in black robes tongues making a clack

Facinated by his gold ...

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I SHAPE THE ALPHABET EVERYDAY

as if it was clay

of a luminous day

in my mind i mold

 the inner me.

  

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He walks down a road

a dusty road

endlessly long

a scream

quiet earth

earthly scream

Shattered walls

the sky falls

"Stop this train!" He shouted

"I want to vacate"

"Too late" the dead conductor called

"This train has already crashed"

"Into the past!"

"Would you like to join me? I have a grave for us. It is vast"

He made his way down the road

Two wild dogs walked at his sides

he dru...

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Two bodies in separate places
So near yet so far
Both have been waiting
True love to enter their hearts,

Strong feelings they hold
Hidden words can't be told
Friends that what all call
Forever, always, nothing more,

Two souls blocked by miles
Sorrow being seen through their eyes
Each trying to break the ice
But huge silence between them lies,

Could they ever be more than friends?
Or their destinies by fa...

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 Remember Iam not a sleep, Iam on a journey

 You Slipt away In your sleep carried away by the tides of time, You said your goodbyes. We shall remember you In our dreams and In our Hearts

You are my love ever lasting love and there you shall remain buried within me to embrace

I shall stand and wait for your return longing to hold you once again to be at peace

 

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This is England
Land of the brave
Land of the free
Land of the CCTV
Land of big brother in nanny state clothes
When will people finally realise nobody knows!
Land of terrorism on the news
Land of liberal views
Land of the prim and the proper
Land of being done by a copper if your drunk and disorderly
Its nothing out of the ordinary
Land of accents and regional twang
Land of literature and cockney rhyming slan...

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lines raised pitted skin

teenage     scarification

in no sleeves displayed

Nick Hornby talk     to

Mississippi

river-boat captain

loaned     a fancy-dress muddle

of John Gray self

help     general     i

am going dancing with

a flea-market prejudice at

folk all -er than her

whose mouth curls     the corner like

a contact-lens on an

electric oven

hob     mispronounces

vehemence     s...

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So I thought I'd post a blog entry.

Mainly cause I'm kinda asking for help from anybody out there (who may happen to read this). I'm really new to the whole poetry as a spoken art form thing and I'm interested in getting more involved with it but I'm not sure where to go/where to start in terms of seeing live poetry being performed.

Any advice would be muchly appreciated.

 

And here's a quick ...

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