I have had 'I Disappear' published!!

It's in a book called ' Uplifting Moments' , published by United Press. It will be available in shops from 2012 and contains loads of other great pieces by other people.

Aside from the fact that mine is in it, it is a great book, and seems so far, to have something for everyone. See United Press' website for more info if you're interested. They also ...

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From muscled Mister Olympia to massive movie star,

When he wasn't pumping iron, he puffed on a big cigar;

Then Arnie took to motoring in the governor's own car,

They do these things in L.A. Californ'ya!

Olde-worldy English actor relaxing on a trip,

Puts on a lead-performance that was seen on Sunset Strip,

But his co-star couldn't stop herself from giving him some l...

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The second: How do you like the first?

The third: She wants to stay with me.

-The first: I don’t live with my wife.

The second: She has AIDS.

The third: How do you like the second?

Do you think that

A toilet bowl is just a hole

For your feces

Or for your ass?

It can be a place for your face...

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A celebration of a friend's 21st birthday; someone who used to visit us a lot until he got a girlfriend.  (We were a 2nd family for him).  With far too many references to explain.

Things have never been the same

Since them days when Tommy came                           

To visit us, behaving with aplomb;

At the table, still the wife,

Sets a place with fork and kn...

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We don’t seem to have had a competition on the WOL blog of late. In the past these have inspired and produced some excellent poetry and good fun. I’m not sure why these have come to a halt, but in the absence of anyone else I would be happy to provide a prize and admin/collation of entries – if anyone is interested?

I don’t wish to step on anyone’s toes, so if I’m jumping the gun or s...

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NOW

So now it’s over and I’ve trapped off at the club

and you’ve met someone else, we’ve both moved on

in our lives. I’ve cried my tears and remember

the memories. It was good to talk today—

no, I don’t miss you but I still do care.

You’re a nice person, a little immature.

I wish you the best in life, ill meet someone now

and be happy, I’ll get my gir...

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I'm not
close enough
to activate
yet
close enough
to run,
to check.

Seeing
yet not seeing
the sparrow
nearby.

I never saw
the hawk.

You left
in little stages,
loose teeth,
cool fingers.
Cold,
I sang
most anything,
wondered
did you hear?

Feathered
cloak
sharp
talons
shriek
into
action.

I whisper
so softly
"survive."

...

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Each ward was possessed of its luminaries

and on Elizabeth Woodville, stuffed

with delusional wizardries, knight’s

move thinkers and neologists,

Joan was the apotheosis -

the lunatic’s lunatic.

Outshining Howard Sargeant,

alias Mikhail Mikhailovic,

the Russian sleeper who had seen

Kennedy’s assassin: transported – by spaceship! –

from Dallas, Texas,...

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Hello and welcome to my new poetry blog, some of you who know me may be surprised by my writing and those who don't know me at all I hope you enjoy it.

Quite an old one this but as this is my first entry I thought I would start as I mean to go on.

Grey

As the grey old man slips his niche

He discovers the heavenly pleasures of the world

Also he finds that dogs on ...

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Poem 230 of 230:  CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY/AS GOSPELLERS HAVE SAID

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF G MAJOR:

D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3

D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E2 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E2 D2 G2 F#2 G3)

As gospellers have said,
Beneath signalling skies,
On land dusty to tread,
A trough...

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Make a stand

You can make a stand against wrong-doing or stand for what is right,

You can make a stand as a pacifist as to stand is not to fight.

You can make a stand with a fist aloft or stand with a lowered gaze,

You can make a stand that’s popular or stand without seeking praise.

You can make a stand by marching or stand up by sitting down,

You can make a stand if yo...

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Bite, chomp, munch, chew, nothing else for us to do.

Deep fry, beef stew, burgers, chips and ketchup too.

Eat it all, eat it now, fish, chicken, pig and cow.

Get fat, stand still, overload, feel ill.

Get fat die young, munching on a Chelsea bun.

Spit roast, French toast, cholesterol at it's very most.

Fat and grease on carbohydrate, watch them pupils start to dilate.

...

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a jetty by the zee

the sound of gunfire overhead

roused her to survey

a solitary Wellington, pinned almost to the brine

behind it growled a predatory, fearsome 109

the little Jewess fixed and froze

as trying to gain height

the stricken bomber jettisoned

one engine now alight

and every hundred yards or so, when terror ...

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I lost my care-full

soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

She cast a smiling

glance...

where?

there,

looking back at me...

I'm sure

I left my soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

I stooped to pick

it up...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

I watched as

she walked away...

where?

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It felt like failure and it felt like goodbye,

the close of the car door with girl leaving the boy

and the wind around the corner carried no discharged leaves,

the grey cloud hovered but the sky suspended rain,

with regular momentum the evergreen was shaking

as everything around them remained just the same.

But the girl left the boy and the girl walked away,

th...

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The Hill

I don’t like you,

I don’t like you and fuck you, (they say)!

And it’s difficult for me to understand,

To really comprehend their hate!

And I guess, somebody has

To be the butt of their derision,

To be the focal point of all they mistake.

You don’t get merit marks for knowing too much

But now, I am dumbed down,

And know not...

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i stood and watched your heart rip from the frame

dripping in metal and friction sparks.

the clumsy surgeons danced around

with skilled saws

making it look like nothing.

snipped and parted,

i saw it beating there

for a minute

till the oil spilled

and killed 

around the

uselessness of mine.

tick tick

the machine hits

something hollow inside

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        Miss Cadogan’s Room

Some smells just do it don’t they.?
The limbic whoosh  that picks you
Up so fast and drops you back in time, so true
And real, it barely feels like memory.
Her room of course had not remained the same.
But one faint trail of polish,  chalk and, books
Structured my lost geometries of chairs, the board and desks,
Held me tight in symmetries familia...

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Save me from the lido

it makes me horny

I'm drowning in pure beauty

take me away

from the unnecessary love

I think I've had enough

Save me from your claws

I'm hurt already

there's only so much flesh you can have

blood stains on the beaks

of sweetest seagulls

why

life is a death trap?

She said no

I won't let go

I won't let g...

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"Did you have a good fuck?"

The note lies in the kitchen bin.

I've just come in from a date with the new man.

To me, our marriage was long over.

But the jagged writing told

this was not the case for you.

And, if I did have a good screw

I can't remember.

The pain held in that note

is with me still, thirty years on.

And your kindness...

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I got myself a nice little job

Back in the office again,

No more bakers for me,

I find my way to London.

I am getting off the bus,

I walk ahead and turn right,

It’s somewhere around here,

However, I can’t find it.

It’s only my second day here,

I found it alright yesterday.

People mill all about me,

If only I could ask someone.

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They come from the Himalayas,

From the Russian Steppes,

The Norwegian pine forests ……. running, running, running.

Faster than sound,

Colder than glass,

Harder than rock,

Over the pond

Onto the steps,

Up to the windows,

To bush, twig and grass.

The garden quivers,

Clamps the bud to bark,

The insect to leaf ….. leaf glues tight to leaf, to leaf, to ...

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I saw a jolly hunter

In the jolly sun

With his jolly mistress

Having jolly fun.

Kissed his jolly mistress

On the jolly lips;

She wrapped her jolly legs

Round his jolly hips.

Hunter jolly eager -

Jolly cares gone.

Forgot jolly safety catch

Not jolly on.

Jolly mistress laughed as she

Jolly hunter rode;

Bang went jolly hunte...

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Some words seem to

Fit together

Even when they

Do not rhyme.

It could be something

Alien

A quick fix

An aggressive impression

Of a clearly superior language:

Mathematics.

That dink in the cosmic spring

Untangling the mystery

One dying scientist

At a time.

And when it does occur

At C.E.R.N.

At the BLACK HOLE ...

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How guiltless are any of us?

Each and all with an opinion

Of trying to convince others by guile or deception

Of our naïve imaginings.

Who amongst us is innocent?

Free of manipulation and bullying

Of persuading the unwilling that ours

Is the knowledge that is right.

Doubt not the strength or our

Conviction to be right all the time

Believing our...

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BACK ACHE

For two years or so and some two years at least,

I’ve had a companion a sabre-toothed beast,

It bit at my backbone and gnawing quite deep,

Impinged on my patience and severed my sleep.

But miracle medicines dealt it a blow,

From which no revenge ridden river could flow,

But it made me recall from the days that are past,

The unwanted companio...

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The whirlpools of loneliness

were pulling me down,

you were my lifeboat.

With all my effort,

I forced myself

to push towards you.

Your kisses, your smiles

your touch saved me

from my lonely life.

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(with apologies to The Clash)

DOCTOR YOU'VE GOT TO LET ME KNOW

SHOULD I SNIFF OR SHOULD I BLOW

PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT I'LL BE FINE

AFTER I'VE WAITED ALL THIS TIME

SO YOU'VE GOT TO LET ME KNOW

SHOULD I SNIFF OR SHOULD I BLOW?

IT'S ALWAYS SNEEZE, SNEEZE, SNEEZE

siempre achu, achu, achu

THIS MAN FLU'S GOT ME ON MY KNEES

manflu me tiene arrodillas

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How strong am I today!

Says the wind in the chimney

Thrashing and trashing your trees

Whirling up leaves and buffeting

Birds like they’re being chucked away

By an unseen hand. Listen to the rain!

Listen to the rain drumming on your tiles

Causing you damage householder

Says the wind in the chimney.

You can’t stop me now!

Sings the wind in the chimney...

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I

At school I learnt that domestic science was not my thing,

drove Mrs Wright to distraction

with the carnage of eggs shells and flour I left behind,

bemused her with my sense of humour;

that I could laugh

when my Swiss Roll refused to roll,

my Apple Crumble, crumble

my meringues fail to fluff

until

weary of her w...

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Knock and the door will be opened, but first you must get through the gate.

Ask and the words will be spoken, as long as you're prepared to wait.

Seek, and ye shall find, as long as you know what IT is.

Come, to the house of the master, but remember that inside is HIS.

What did HE expect to find?

Walking around with God in mind.

He looked for the word, but only fou...

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Is anything more fun

than a pillow fight?

Childlike, innocent, fresh, simple,

always ending in laughter,

sometimes in clouds of feathers

and parental protests.

You love the one you 'hurt'.

You laugh till nearly sick,

glad to be alive,

overflowing with mischief and glee.

Few things more painful

than the hissed venom of the 'grown-up' fight

ly...

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Earlier in the week I performed 'It's Time To Face... Resignation' at the Empire Theatre in Blackburn. On the following YouTube link, you'll find my rendition!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mMpcy9u1Dc

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photo credit: Kari Musil

Tongue

I

Miss your mouth and 

Things it says

Wet fat kisses and

Flavors in your juices

Slow lingering movements across

Your pallet and the voice behind your

Kisses telling stories of Independence Day

Fireworks from your heart 

I miss your other mouth

With its distinctive smile 

Feel of warm silk

On my tongue

An...

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Now and then

I want to tell you

I am something different

To what you think I am.

I want to hold your hand

Now and then

And look into your eyes

Before turning away

Suddenly just to confuse you.

Now and then

I want to write love song

After love song

For you

And keep writing

Until the skin starts

To fall off my fingers.

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Read more …

'ThePoetry Spoke'

Great poetry and acoustic music night-

This coming Tuesday Night- 8pm!

La Gondola

22a Liscard Crescent

Wallasey- The Wirral

CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)

Check us out in the gig guide and view the photo- we're the venue/wine bar that has all the ivy going on lol.

Our Guest Poet

‘Alan Johnson’

Alan ...

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As she heaved the duvet

Billowing over the bed

Words shimmered through her mind –

Like fish flashing in deep waters

Fleeting

The music of pleasing vowels

Slipping song of bubbled pebbles

Formless

Something – possibly -  glorious

Thoughts make our words;

Words make our thoughts.

The silly poet strives struggles

Suffers

For metaphor

...

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purple, majestic, like a raging stormy see whipped bewteen thunder, lightning and sun the wind, the breakers the waves, oh great makers! yet her threat is subtle, soft, almost none gentle, as her eyes are closed or rather lowered to the ground her harness, her armour of shining black her hand sprepared for her very strike do not mistake, her fairy style do not misjudge the book by it...

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We were too cold to oversleep

that first year in Wallsend.

The wind walked booming

into our lives, propelling us.

Battered, you were sweet to kiss,

breath and sweat of exertion

from riding into gale and air,

hair blow-waved, set by sea salt.

We ate no meat and my oven

was a cardboard box, foil-lined.

You brought treasures: lentils

and “A K...

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(For the yacht captain`s wedding at Nysiros)

I wish you both a good going,

Clear, cloudless skies,

Calm seas, and a strong tide flowing

At anchor-rise.

Aye, and a fair wind filling

Your sail at under-waying

And soon, God willing -

Fresh crew - tussle-headed children playing

And when life`s eased to a gold Septembering

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Playground names that don’t break bones

but lodge beneath the skin

Teenage taunts that build a wall and

haunt the life still to be lived     

Endlessly repeated unless we break the loop

Malintent, working torment, war of words

and power games, 9-5 hostility

Cunning insult greased by wine, each line etched

with fear and fright o...

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You belong to the wind now
And the earth and the sea.
It’ll cast your body around us
Making every place your home.

Rest your head upon the mountain tops
Bathe your feet in the ocean waves
Your heart lies on the hill side
And the moon paints silver in your soul.

Sway in the breeze
Dance in the golden gleam
Of the summer sun
To the rhythm of the rain.

Your voic...

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MISSION CREEP

I usually cheer at the word ‘revolution’
And rebels in action are my kith and kin
But when they are backed by the whole New World Order
That kind of description soon wears pretty thin
Royalists, Islamists,old regime turncoats
Internal divisions already exposed
The flag that they wave is the flag of King Idris
The sad Western toady Gaddafi deposed

No revolut...

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The weekend was spent drafting an assortment of press releases that will be completely ignored and designing the cover for Dream Catcher 25. Cover design is always frustrating especially when using multiple tools. You know, the spanner is metric, the nut imperial, and I never have just the right Allen key to assemble the final flatpack. Whatever I tried the cover ended up pixelated and blurry: ...

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