Poetry Blogs (2011, poem)
John Coopey on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (2 hours ago)
Don Matthews on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (3 hours ago)
M.C. Newberry on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (3 hours ago)
Saturday 31st December 2011 11:42 am
Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise
that in the twilight beckons...
Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
you hope but hope in vain...
Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,
'til dawn tops i...
Friday 9th December 2011 6:47 am
We have to think
about where to put
They fumble under tables,
or rest very casually on
the table, courageously spread
across the middle as if to show
just how normal you
want it to feel.
The tea is greasy,
and you concentrate
on stroking the condensation
from your glass
of orange juice.
Sunday 6th November 2011 12:52 pm
Beneath the biscuit-bitten moon of dawn
There’s a hint of something unknown,
unprecedented enough that even the howling wind has flaked
To something spider-thin;
To the bare wire frames of lyricism.
Since then, the sky has darkened.
And static has started to skitter across asphalt and window-frames.
Friday 21st October 2011 10:23 am
Gonna jump into the pond in my garden
down towards forever.
I see it crystal clear shimmering
like the very air on a winter’s day.
Love hearts stuck onto fragile flesh
mark my passage but yours is time,
stands time, as water flows and light sparkles
as distance is unwanted, direction is unknown.
On my way to you, wonder idly,
Thursday 13th October 2011 11:53 pm
The video of my Poem 'Our Silence', my hand print and my Book 'Whispers From Within' that will be placed inside the Child Abuse Monument in Canada, is featured front and centre on the StoryProject page, on the Child Abuse Monuments website. My work has been recognized by them before, and by the main person who created the Monument: a Dr. Michael C. Irving. I was also asked to do a little video ...
Sunday 9th October 2011 10:32 am
One million hearts speak as one; I listen to the solitary one who cries out in eloquent despair. That single wounded heart will claim me by her right and ensnare me and save me from me and I’ll never break it. She’ll bring me happiness after years of sorrow. Her name is?
Rockets are for the benefit of the human race taking us to the stars or for the worst, blowin...
Saturday 17th September 2011 7:27 pm
manchester band blouse did gig in hare n hounds pub uppermill 11/9/11 i did this poem before their set, i filmed it but my vid camera is a cunt and has no sound on it. whos the tit lol. look up gothicpoodle on youtube for the vid. im not posting tue link as its fucked. simple as. fuck it. better using the camera on my damn fone next time...
I saw something in the sky out beyon...
Monday 12th September 2011 2:12 am
She is the girl from Sheffield who turns heads wherever she goes.
Her name is Anne and she is a uni girl, into bands and cheap student beer.
I met her on the bus while she was going gigging; she invited me along
and away we went to see the next big thing. At that moment I knew she’d
be mine, this raven haired girl from a foreign place unknown.
Thursday 8th September 2011 9:21 pm
MEN AND MACHINES AND GIRLS
I want to die in a machine and get my limbs crushed and my blood thrown upon burning metal and to die, to die, TO DIE!! I don’t fit into this world, no day job moving shit brown boxes from A2B in a warehouse, no long term girlfriend to love me and be there for me when I feel down, few real mates to back me up balls to the wall.
See on TV speeding bikes w...
Tuesday 6th September 2011 12:43 pm
Each tattoo tells a story in ink to its owner, not just as a picture. Men in the pub ask me on them, what they mean, who did them and why? Different types of needle work, colours and styles all combined together to create my masterpieces.
Thousands of pounds spent on permanent designs upon my body. From my favourite band The Gathering, they've not heard of them. As I nev...
Tuesday 6th September 2011 12:41 pm
Sitting with shutter eyes,
Thinking of all the left behind
Children sleeping in the park,
Biting their lips and wondering
What a warm house smells like.
That double-glazing man walks
Around the house again,
And I think about all those
Men walking round in circles,
In places they’ve never been.
And the warm feeling sl...
Monday 5th September 2011 2:45 am
Our dreams lay under the soil of iredescent flowers
Taking over us the symphony of life
We regret and weep over the lost forgotten days
Still they threaten us till time tips -
Untill the light in our-
Eye dims- hours sit inside the gloom of a blink
Our faces see the fading lines wrickled up and shy
Are dreams never seem real until we see death
come up close and kiss us goodby...
Tuesday 23rd August 2011 2:33 pm
This is an older poem that was written when I learned that women who rolled cigars would hire a man to read to them why they were rolling. I loved the image and the poem started there. I also like the title, because cienfuegos is translated as a hundred fires. Enjoy.
Wednesday 17th August 2011 6:59 pm
Do you want to renounce violence against other people on a personal scale and on an international level, where countries are bombed and shelled? This isn’t good, people are injured and die. Think what happens if I hit someone and kill him with one punch, this does happen. If a mortar falls and kills a dozen people in a busy market place.
What does it solve? Each person has a relative ...
Friday 12th August 2011 11:36 pm
If sticks and stones can break bones
and bombs and guns can kill
then a poet's pen and words can likewise murder
but heals wounds in its sublime expression;
Our differences fade with each line of verse.
Being read, and quoted, and handed out!
That is the poet's true reward.
On shall poetry live, and within its soul
the poet in whose he...
Friday 12th August 2011 2:00 am
He worked in a job but was laid off; gone was his posh life style relegating him to living in his car. This was ok at first due to the air con, reclining seats and ciggy lighter, along with stereo and roomy interior.
Outside it was spring so it was nice and warm, not too much but enough to be pleasant; what would the high heat of summer be like or the frigid cold of winter? Would ...
Monday 8th August 2011 1:36 pm
The wind waves.
We have hello’s
We rest by the river,
Watching the boats
Glide over glass.
The boys never
Did well at school.
Everything is orange,
And we cannot know
If the sun is bleaching
The leaves, or if
The night washes
Away the colour
Shades of grey....
Friday 5th August 2011 6:27 am
What will it take for you to give a damn? To give instead of to take? Instead of taking and raping the, our, world of her resources, you decide to do an about turn and care for our precious planet. Not to turn the clouds black with smog and car exhaust fumes, no more acid rain in her lakes and rivers. No black seas and polluted beaches full of oil from a so calle...
Thursday 4th August 2011 2:26 pm
Do you want to renounce violence against other people on a personal scale and on an international level, where countries are bombed and shelled? This isn't good, people are injured and die. Think what happens if I hit someone and kill him with one punch, this does happen. If a mortar falls and kills a dozen people in a busy market place.
What does it solve? Each person...
Sunday 31st July 2011 3:32 pm
if we looked at history
on a multi-plane spreadsheet
and compared the goings on
in each particular era
we shall find that at any given
period, no matter the advancement
there inevitably at a cost lay revealed
atrocities, genocides, discrimination
prejudices, and a lack of conscience
that marks the brute in humans
poets have also been present
ever alert on the front-lin...
Saturday 30th July 2011 4:43 am
Sleeping too much,
Thinking about the spaces
Hiding between words
And trying to get
But it comes
With eyes wide shut,
Navigating those long
Corridors and buying
Clothes from empty
It beats down
On us, and we rub
At our eyes, trying
To see through those
Tuesday 26th July 2011 10:47 am
On this day I thank my Pagan Goddess of Mother Nature for this moment for us to all be on this hill top closer to you. The longest day of the year is your day and we join here with you to complete the circle and form a union. Let your positive energy heal and protect us on our journey through the year. Join us in celebration as we think of you, Mother Nature on this day. You a...
Thursday 21st July 2011 12:34 pm
On a bit of a writing spree at the moment...
Usually not a good sign...
Maybe quiet times,
Holding tight, a lost
Limb in paradox.
Floating, timid touching
And left over bone
All quivers, left
To the elements
We talk about
Ourselves in the
Thursday 21st July 2011 1:31 am
And she was the empty-head,
Though she couldn't help it
She wasn't helping herself.
Eyes wide shut; a handbag
Of hand-me-downs and scratchcards,
Screaming at the day-in
The hallway was always
Clogged with junk,
The kitchen table tasted
And it would rain,
One day, and you'd...
Tuesday 19th July 2011 9:31 pm
Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs
through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water
far below through a gap in the clouds.
Missiles hang under delta wings
ready for instant launch when an enemy
is spotted across the distant sky.
An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess...
Saturday 16th July 2011 4:24 pm
I did not have live video footage BUT I did do an audio recording which I put to video to share easlily (as usual). I read 'Within ther silence', 'The emptiness of hunger', 'Blooming Vera' (all from my book 'Whispers From Within'), 'Little Beggars' (a new poem) and 'The Missed'.
If you want to find out more, please visit either www.thepoetjohn.com (if its my writing only you want to see) or...
Thursday 7th July 2011 12:39 pm
The Heavy Hands of Time
The clock rarely has hands
For the middle age
It has hands
That starts to spin
And for the old
Time weighs heavy
Like all Burdon
Most of your time
Has now gone
Watching the youth
That your clock
Had no hands
To spin so fast
Wednesday 29th June 2011 4:54 pm
outside the window,
an ocean of poppies,
red like denial.
she watched them day-in-day-out,
from sunset to the first shards of sunlight
which crept through their stems
and reflected the underside of their petals.
from this she saw veins, a tiny network of
lines like join-up-the-dots,
a motorway map
thin like emotion.
dadd went to war ...
Monday 27th June 2011 7:05 am
They went missing on...
There could be so many dates
And even more names...
I cannot imagine
Of those families, long nights
Looking at the door
Hoping for a loved one...
To walk right through
Nothing had ever happened
Looking out the window,
At passers by
A glimmer, a hope,
For them to return home ...
Monday 6th June 2011 8:15 pm
The World of Silence and the Silence You Shame
The world is full of abusers
The minority are here to be abused by you
Or you will be abused by others
In the name of
Love, care, help or treatment
It’s not the real abusers
That create the worse reasons to be silent
It’s you and what you do
That creates the world of shame and silence
Saturday 4th June 2011 2:46 pm
My crime was being born
For which they punish me for
Yet it is the one thing
I cannot feel guilty about
It could not be my fault
Being born was not my choice
I obviously was not here
When that choice was made
Yet they punish you for it
Just like everything else
That they do
We are punished
For their crimes and sins
We carry ...
Monday 30th May 2011 6:29 pm
The Ranting Post
It’s a rant
A post that’s down
Well this post might seem a bit down
But it’s the truth
Recent cases of child abuse
The result for the abuser
The end result for the abused
The never ending result for us
Same old, same old
Like me, like us, like them
You could write a poem about it
You could write a book about it
You could make...
Friday 13th May 2011 9:27 pm
This was held on the 7th August in Trafalgar Square, London. I read out my poems 'Someone Once', 'Familiar News', 'Within the silence', 'So sad WAS I', 'It was silence NOT defeat' and 'Beyond the silence'. This video is thanks to 'Truth and Hope's YouTube channel (one of the rally organizers). I would like to thank both organizers 'Cross of Change' and 'Truth and Hope' for making sure the event...
Wednesday 11th May 2011 10:38 pm
I crawled from under a rock
To be here today
It seems so harsh to say
From so very far away
From my comfort zone
My rock, my home
I was only doing what you wanted
You wanted me to be seen
And not heard
You know it well enough
So it’s not so absurd
But to you it seemed
You could block me out
But every now and then
The others heard...
Friday 6th May 2011 11:47 am
Due to health issues and more it is difficult for me to travel out and about, but I make myswelf do it. Its very important t me to spread the word and let others in my position see that sometimes we can do it. 1st May I appeared at The Camden Eye. This was my forth time at this RRRants run event. Like I was saying it takes it out of me, but not enough to stop me arranging to do more, thats the ...
Tuesday 3rd May 2011 4:07 pm
Im off to London soon for the long journey to read some poems at the Camden ey. Its a RRRants run event. Starts about 7.30pm Im struggling with health BUT still keeping it together. Not sure if I will have footage of this one, we'll see. Heres some from January 2011.
To find out more visit either www.thepoetjohn.com (for more about my writing) ...
Sunday 1st May 2011 3:41 pm
Your soft clear voice
Tells of the white cliffs of Dover
That all shall see
When all this war is over
Do you remember when
You told us
We will meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
And though many
were laid down to rest
Best of this Island
Oh God bless you
You still hold true
Sunday 1st May 2011 12:49 pm
‘But a man’
If it were, for only birds to see
Through skies, far and wide
Then would we not want to see
Through birds eyes?
If it were only for the horses to gallop
Distances far and wide
And only our limbs could take us there
Could we take that, in our stride?
If it were for only fish to swim
To cross oceans, rivers and waters full
And to sink to their depths of ...
Saturday 30th April 2011 1:18 pm
'She said / He said'
She mocked me
With full intent
Her tongue like a razor
To slice right through me
“This is not Poetry” she said
“It doesn’t even rhyme”
As I turned to her and said
“By your command...
But my inner self
Is not on demand
It’s not as fine
As the grains of sand
But also... not so bland”
Just like her look
She went away
Friday 29th April 2011 12:04 pm
'The Art of Being Lonely'
Loneliness is Ugly...
Loneliness is a world full of people
Yet still being alone
Loneliness is a room full of people
But never could be further away
Loneliness is finding it hard to say
“I am lonely”
Loneliness is not to be shared
Loneliness is the sharing of it...
But to still be lonely
Loneliness is in an over populated world
With lands e...
Thursday 28th April 2011 3:54 pm
Not meant to despise
Not meant to cover the lies
At one time, bringing you together
‘It would last forever’
But not in a world of abuse
Used to blame you
Ties you up in knots
Oh the pain by them
Na, na, na, na
So you don’t have the strength to...
Thursday 28th April 2011 10:52 am
They killed them.
They revived the ones they loved
And made dead ones of
Ones they didn’t even know
They mocked the mocking birds
Oh I know it sounds absurd
I thought I was ok
I’m a writer first
But they soon righted that
Lucky I’m not a poet
Poetically I’d be dead
I got this stuff in my head
Sometimes it comes out
I write a story or two
Wednesday 27th April 2011 7:27 pm
Below are the three reviews on the back cover. But first my own words that are also on the back cover:
"This book is ...
Tuesday 26th April 2011 11:06 pm
This next piece is from one of the only times I rang a helpline (the Samaritans). It to me expresses the difference helplines can make, and raises awareness of them. Check out the video on my accounts of it too. Its due to be published in the next RRRants anthology.
'So sad WAS I'
I dialled a number
A soft voice spoke
And talked gently
I spoke tentatively at first
Tuesday 26th April 2011 5:01 pm
A quick one...
A somnambulant wake
Of tired tights pulled
Over smooth bores,
And pleats in disarray
Far from the ironed yesterday.
Sunday 24th April 2011 1:23 am
It's been a long time since I posted. I'll start how I mean to go on...
We were the dance
Of mannequin square,
Trapped in the hush
Of a closed hand.
And the soft tap-tap
Was all it took; four
Fingertips on a soft palm,
Clapping like castanets.
And the glass drips hang,
Gasping at the candles
Sunday 24th April 2011 1:21 am
'The Unwritten Poems'
But that my pen
If I could tell it so
But twas I
Who wouldn’t let it
Oh if I could read you
All the unwritten poems
Of those other poets you know
I would have words
For every moment of the day
And no moments enough
To begin to say
What those poems...
So wanted too
Copyright John Harrison 2010
Video on YouTube (...
Saturday 23rd April 2011 4:11 am
Leads to candle light
Leads to despair
Leads to repair
Leads to who you are
As a people
As a person
Leads to the sorrow
Leads to the loss
Leads to the humbling
That brings out,
the best of human kind...
Thursday 21st April 2011 3:15 pm
On a hand-hewn pedestal
on milk-white face alight
eyes sparkle with a liquid flame.
Some build ivory towers,
these hands raw from driven labour,
on scratched cheeks a stricken eye
ransoms a sculpted orphan dream.
Across time and Middle Sea
another calloused hand chiselled;
laughter on a pine-white...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 9:53 am