Poetry Blogs (2011, history)
We drive past a cottage in the country
with its quaint decorative bricks
coloured and weathered by age.
The east wall overlooks an overgrown field
with three huge windows hung with old curtains
hiding a burning oil lamp.
This small cottage is two centuries old
and everyone has lived here
from old Victorian families to a modern eighties wri...
Tuesday 13th December 2011 1:45 pm
An alabaster ceiling rose is ever so delicate,
a round swirling pattern that is a joy to look at.
It used to be white but now it’s all yellow
with centuries of grime and age old smoke.
People stop and wonder what went on under
the hanging lights, what was said, who loved
who and who dared to dance close.
Today the huge dance hall is empty...
Tuesday 6th December 2011 5:33 pm
Walk softly, the old woman said.
Leave nothing disturbed.
Children and warriors knelt near campfires
to be warmed by the wisdom of her life.
They left no path through green woods;
thanked Mother Earth when they hunted;
prayed the good soil of their bones
would replenish what was taken.
I think of my ancestors when I walk in forests.
I think how this land must have been gracef...
Thursday 3rd November 2011 2:08 pm
MY LITTLE COLD WAR
My mate sent some song lyrics to me, by some band. I read them after reading my story on my nuclear armed stealth jet being used in anger. I’m trying to make sense of the cold war I grew up in now, so many years later. It’s so crazy. The younger kids have no idea but my mate does, he’s only 21 but he tries to understand what it was like growing up under the shadow ...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:44 pm
'The Lady of the House
Whom he loves'
within these ruined walls
long gone now
only dust remains
yet carved painted stones
of your life
down through the years
you are almost
close enough to touch
Tuesday 13th September 2011 8:56 pm
The shop fronts are bordered up where only weeks ago a town sparked with life,
Deserted streets people no longer content to roam.
Ghosts of the riot prowl the corners,
A wall of rememberance thoughts of a City that was once great.
Touching messages from a loved one,
Quotes from the words of stars, do they understand their meaning or is it just a repeated parroted back phrase...
Saturday 20th August 2011 12:45 pm
Tuesday 16th August 2011 5:47 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
Invisible but not voiceless,
This fire within me burning;
Fueled by things long since done;
Uncertain it would continue
And most certainly would one day end.
Resounding vermillion trains,
Travelling across frontier lands;
That began by fits and starts.
But this is just the beginning,
And most certainly is not the end.
Smearing the silence with my thoughts:
Wednesday 2nd March 2011 12:54 pm
On the 18th of January 1981, 13 young people died in a fire in New Cross, South East London (a fourteenth committed suicide after losing so many friends). Just shy of thirty years on, these are the contemporary reflections of a man who was a seven year old boy at the time. Widely thought to have been a racially motivated attack, more recent advances in forensic technology have suggested o...
Saturday 8th January 2011 5:45 pm