Halloween Is Here
Halloween is here tonight, and all will seek to brave a fright,
as people come and people go, wherever pumpkins are on show...
The sweets are rattling in the tin, what flavours are to be had within,
and who has worn the scariest mask, as midnight comes that's what we ask…
Back home the children all wear smiles, their feet aglow from walking miles,
and as they drink some heated m...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 7:28 pm
At the vets
At the vets
On the way uncle’s jokes pester our silence
like flies on a wound .
Parking I observe a woman with wag appearance leading
her perky little terrier towards the surgery doors
as if showing it at ‘Crufts’.
We tenderly assist our elderly Airedale off the back seat.
In the waiting room, the woman’s slender body has caught me out,
her pretty fa...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 11:39 am
these morphed illusions
What are we to do
about spectres in the mirror?
Pray tell, before they rise -
filling-in memories
of film noir and poetry,
dark or brooding -
blaring piano forte
Whip out the shammy & Windex;
`
Please make your res...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 11:06 am
A Friend of A Friend
I’m not a mourner, not even a friend
Just a friend of a friend, been asked to attend
I never knew my friend’s late friend
So it seems kind of strange that I should be here at his end
I feel out of place, not being a friend
And the tears of his loved ones mean nothing to me
I should be moved by all this emotion
But I’m starting to think: should I hav...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 8:59 am
Also by Steve Higgins:
My Dying Day | Dancing | A Schoolboy From Nineteen sixty-eight |... in ancient woodland.
I feel safe here
It is the bluebell wood I ran through
With my father.
The boy at school
Who passed me a note beneath the
Wooden desk.
I am happy here.
It is the fresh posy of fuschias
I take to grandad’s house.
It is my father.
It is the journey to the graveyard
To visit his parents.
...
Monday 29th October 2012 9:49 pm
Also by Mikhail Smith:
the middle dot indicated part of a complete thought | “Darling! Are you in the bath?” | .. extract from my first morning ... | Small Picture depicting a Hydrographic Draughtsman 5” x 3”. | School Music Class with their Violins. |Dubstep Poetry 1
I told you,
I warned you,
I gave the bearings of my soul,
Now it’s come to pass,
Everyone is caught within
The reckonings of the gods,
Not one is safe,
Not one soul who stays
Complicit in corruption,
Maybe now,
You’ll recognise the loss.
Music and words by Mike Robinson
Monday 29th October 2012 9:00 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Utility of War; 360 Degrees of Conflict | Why This Life | Angel Fire | Romero Plays for Keeps |Teeth or Latin?
Five years of bleeding Latin
Not even five minutes
on avoiding bleeding gums.
Nothing on plaque or bacteria attack,
Just dominus, domine, dominum.
Or amo, amas, amat.
A language in which you can't chat.
Nothing about drilling or filling.
I am not a polyphyodont
I needed info dental.
Latin drove me mental.
Trying to be like public schools
meant...
Monday 29th October 2012 4:56 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:
How can a blind person use the NHS bowel cancer screening kit? | Days | Grey Ford Transits |To Unknow is to Dream
Hey friends
My latest entry was inspired by a debate I had with some friends recently.The basic principle of this was the theory that you would be happier uneducated than if you knew everything. The theory that Ignorance is bliss.
So enjoy the poem and if you would like to comment your thoughts on the subject then please do.
To Unknow is to dream
Knowledge i...
Monday 29th October 2012 12:54 pm
Also by Matt Tilke:
Sands |Old Pathways
Old Pathways
I went one last time into Venice,
I rode there on mystical dreams,
By the deepest lagoon of my aging,
I was ripping my life at its seams.
It’s not now that things really matter,
What matter I’ll see this no more,
What matter one last crimson sunset,
What matter this hard bolted door.
I looked without envy or malice,
I held n...
Monday 29th October 2012 12:19 pm
Mind Men
Mind Men
Men with brilliant minds fought a war in the ether, fighting an invisible war.
Using maths to crack enemy codes of unbelievable complexity.
Making sure they were never found out.
Enigma and Lorenz were cracked by pure brain power.
Mathematics being the power of intelligence, enemy codes saying everything.
Hidden no more.
Lists of army units and air for...
Sunday 28th October 2012 9:13 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
ACRONYM | We out of my Berlin Tokyo War Hearts book | Berlin Tokyo Warhearts book... | TUNNEL | YEARS GO BY | TELEPHONE SURREALITY | AUTUMN SKYSCAPE | Road to Damascus |Alabama.
The truth is both of us
we come one,
two energies brought together as a positive force.
I bend the realistic to be close to you,
spending days love sick
holding out my hands
& sprouting wings to fly toward your highest limits.
I pray
our energy never dies with us.
Under A Pale Moon
It's the nights that are the worst
when all that exiles me from these s...
Sunday 28th October 2012 7:17 pm
Also by Memoir.:
Underneath My Midnight. | City.of.Snakes |Quills Review
Sunday 28th October 2012 11:37 am
The wreck of Shipman
Read all about it.Read all about it,Shipman is dead,
Like deadly diamorphine through his victims ,the news quickly spread.
Tying a bed sheet to a bar in his prison cell,
Hanged himself,cheating his sentence,no more to tell.
Trusted by his patients mainly old and needy,
What made him do it?Was he "death" greedy?
A glutton for killing, enjoying the power,
Devouri...
Sunday 28th October 2012 10:17 am
Also by hugh:
Con seeded !! | "Bryan "and the lioness | Margaret Thatcher | In the classroom | Clever Heather | Prednisolone---It works for me. | Wayne's pain | Female brains !!! | Car Trouble ! | The hooker !! | A knife changing experience | Reduce the vat !!! | In the classroom | Life in the slow lane | Pandemonium in the playground | Fred's dilemma | Declan the miser | 4-letter words ! | Deed of the day! | Tentless !! | Bronislow Kowalski | Zulu the zebra |Wedding Day
Stood alone
grounded by grey rock
papoosed tight in your arms
an altar before the Atlantic
commanding, tumulus ocean
serves as our priest
Two shells
brought from sandy shelter
where we consummated our love
gives us two rings to keep
fraught, fragile commitment
regardless of reality
You whisper
echoed by breaking wave
“Just you and me against the world...
Sunday 28th October 2012 9:35 am
Also by Katy Megan:
The Cottage | Crossing | Reality Check |Racist Is As Racist Does
Can a man sing
And not be a singer?
Can a man run
And not be a runner?
Can a man steal
And not be a thief?
Can a man kill
And not be a killer?
Saturday 27th October 2012 6:47 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Cat Nap | Karma | Facebook | Men - A Haikupi |However it may seem.
Like a fish out of water, that analogy.
Why does it sometimes always apply to me
When I try to say that simple phrase today?
Why do I always feel that you won't believe me
When you know my feelings, and there's no deceit
You say "I know you do", if my words make it through.
Sometimes it seems a little bit easier now,
But I still can't say it anyhow...
Saturday 27th October 2012 2:27 pm
Preparing Lamb
And I wonder how a woman
prepares a child for war
packs pants, rolls socks
fills a kit bag full enough…
waves from a platform
to one face within a sea
feeds every fading feature
to memory
for you would be the first to fall
lumbering to no-man’s land
too hard on heel
to feel the shift in sand
the whispering shell
that final wake-up ...
Saturday 27th October 2012 12:11 am
Truncated Circle
Whatever you do don’t think about trees.
But if you do happen to think about trees
Think about elephants-
Tiny elephants in a photo mosaic
Which when you stand back
Looks like a tree.
But don’t think about trees.
Friday 26th October 2012 4:12 pm
Also by Cathy Crabb:
Corridor- the urban desert | Things Are Ticking Over Nicely- a country song I have written for Bush Pig |Mellow Autumn
Autumns rich mellow flavoured air
Unmasked, the trees are now bare.
Seldom do we hear the birds sing
When the Autumn leaves are falling.
Smoke trails from the burning leaves
Carried on the light cool breeze.
The scent of spiced apple days
In the suns golden haze.
The Pine towering heavenly high
Dropping fragrances on passers by.
...
Thursday 25th October 2012 7:10 pm
LITTLE OLD LADY
Little old lady sternly stands,
Son and daughter lending hands;
So many memories, so much done,
Battles lost and battles won.
An English girl from a country town
Who rose to power beneath the Crown.
For - or against - there's few to match her,
Happy Birthday, Lady Thatcher!
N.B.
Carp if you must but try to be witty,
Whining's depressing - and so is self-p...
Thursday 25th October 2012 4:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
GET HAPPY! | I PROTEST!! | DEAD RECKONING | WALTZING MATILDA or A BOLD FUSILIER? | WHERE IS THE THANKS? | SETTLING ACCOUNTS |Grazed
Thursday 25th October 2012 11:22 am
Also by Marianne Daniels:
Sick Day | Hands | Tree | Cling | Girl |Italian Travellers
Italian Travellers
(Came to Ancoats)
Did they come like locust?
Arriving as a plague, did they try other lands?
Seeking out some shade.
Did they travel over land by sea on horse then train?
Wear out their boots with walking
Across countries left behind,
Until they found this Ancoats, where they settled down.
Did this Ancoats offe...
Wednesday 24th October 2012 10:42 pm
Also by Carmine Grimshaw:
Three Wise Monkey’s | (Benito Mussolini) |Austin Fridge !!
I’m driving my fridge , it’s a terrible green
There are icicles where the heater had been
There’s a snowdrift , and glacier , all round my feet
And ice in the boot
Where I keep the raw meat .
I’m driving and driving far down the road
I can’t see a thing the window so froze and
I can’t see a thing my brea...
Wednesday 24th October 2012 9:24 pm
Analgesia
We reel ‘em in with Ritalin,
(Big Pharma pockets the profit)
Viagra and the Vitamin –
it gets so hard to come off it.
Increasing dependency doses,
the playground exchange of bright sweets;
damned by a dual diagnosis,
the endless prescription repeats.
To manage stress a bullet-proof vest
is obligatory in these quarters:
the weight you can’t get...
Wednesday 24th October 2012 4:12 pm
Also by Ray Miller:
Backward | Betting on a Photo | Donkey Jacket | The Dark Ages | Black Market |REDEMPTION
Racing towards raging tides With no fear of death inside Raging against a pacing mind As predicaments perpertrate prophetic signs Emersed in emerging truths Diserning proof that the path is littered with Inverted roots The worth of my youth lurks on boots Of deserting troops of god. As they stamp down the meaning upon my skull with a burning rod. Attempts upon my soul but redempti...
Tuesday 23rd October 2012 7:44 pm
He Likes His Point Of View
painting: Janice Lee Porter
photo credit: Bill Cottman
He Likes His Point Of View
Adamas is known to be oppositional and augmentative
Agreeing with other points of view
Seem bland when there’s no definitive position
And perspective shifts like tsunami sands
Astigmatized visions rule this world and
Mark
Every tale of triumph with disgrace and in...
Tuesday 23rd October 2012 1:29 am
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):
Without Regard | Tongue Swallow |FISHING FOR THOUGHTS
The moonlight shadow
unfolds across your furrowed brow
while you contemplate your face
in the mill pond glaze.
You cast your line and wait.
An owl calls, interrupting your nostalgia
and stalling your train of thought
that chugs by all too often in your twilight years.
The rain falls,
rippling your face in the pond
as a vole scampers by your f...
Monday 22nd October 2012 7:28 pm
Also by Mike Hilton:
K.I.S.S. |ThePoetry Spoke October - Poetry Night & Guests
'ThePoetry Spoke'
Great poetry and acoustic music
This Tuesday - 23rd October- doors open 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...
Our Guest Poet
David Bateman
Originally from River Hill in rural west Kent, David Bateman came to Live...
Saturday 20th October 2012 9:43 pm
Also by Chris Co:
Wirral Ode Show Open Mic October- plus poetry filming. |Beaches (October 2012 Collage Poem)
Food for thought and acres of dung;
Daughters are a blessing, especially when they go.
Please may I be excused?
A local beach climate of sun
And artificial bodies looking tasty and hot.
Footsteps in the sand
Lead me to your sunken treasure;
Discontent rumbles like an empty belly.
I watch you twiddle your fingers.
Saturday 20th October 2012 1:57 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:
Youth and Age (September 2012 Collage Poem) | The Shadows (August 2012 Collage Poem) | Shakespeare's Aunties (July 2012 Stockport WoL Collage Poem) | Little Sound (June 2012 Stockport WoL Cheddar-Poem) | Giving (May 2012 Stockport WoL Collage Poem) | Space (April 2012 Stockport WoL Collage Poem) | February 2012 Stockport WoL Collage Poem | January 2012 Write Out Loud Collage Poem | December 2011 - Stockport WoL Collage Poem (II) | December 2011 - Stockport WoL Collage Poem | November 2011 - Collage Poem Created by Stockport WoL (II) | November 2011 - Collage Poem Created by Stockport WOL |I used to call him Grandad
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment folks, appreciate it :)
Friday 19th October 2012 11:59 am
Also by Laura Taylor:
Birdsong | Brand New Lexicon |Boneyard
Bury my bones in the garden.
I know it's hard on you.
Plant me like a flower.
Beneath the cloudy blue.
My soul will never stray too far
away from this, our spot.
So please don't make my spirit wander
round a graveyard plot.
It would be hypocritical,
for me to be laid there.
Among the passed on parish,
eternity to share.
Plant trees above my empty ...
Friday 19th October 2012 11:22 am
Also by Graham Eccles:
First Heartbeat | White Shadows |Me and My Nana
ME AND MY NANA
Me and my Nana
Go to the park
And make daisy chains
- When it’s spring
Me and my Nana
Run very fast and jump up
And try to catch
The sunbeams from the sky
- When it’s summer
Me and my Nana
Walk down our lane
Add kick up all the golden leaves
- When it’s autumn
Me...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 5:20 pm
Also by Dorinda MacDowell:
Another Nail in Culture's Coffin |The Creepy Old House
In a creepy old house I found a creepy old doll.
I bent to pick it up and boy did I have a fall. I stood up had a lump
on my head, but otherwise aright looked out the window, day had
turned to night. I looked and looked but did not find the doll.
I turned to leave and there it was hanging by its neck
against the wall. Its creepy smile seemed to say,
"Come and play with me my friend. We can p...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 4:47 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
The Old Broken Doll |The Memory of Tongues
One for all,
all for nothing.
Sweet winter cools the dry
of summer nights and splintered
dreams that shadow
endless preying hours.
Sleep
the poor man's weed,
a fortress of leisure
til wake forsakes you.
Outside the shattered leaves fall silent.
Wet glass batters petal echoes.
What is the world?
Why?
...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 11:42 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
Foreign Island Dream | Rain and Mind | Summer Darkness |Winter looms, memories lost.
Flakes of snow land in my hair. Nesting like the foam on yesterday’s cappuccino.
Cold air breathes around me. Steal scissors slicing my face without a wound to show.
Crunching heels, but only two, walk back home from another day’s day dreaming.
Dark nights loom and while I sit in the warming glow, frost still surrounds me.
Doorbell rings, I still sit in silence. Phone ring...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 11:29 am
Confirmation?
Wednesday 17th October 2012 10:48 am
Also by Anthony Emmerson:
Another . . . | myspace |A Poem Is Just Ink in the Shape Of
I'm studying Creative Writing in university, and my first poetry lectures were all about trying to define what poetry is. Personally I found this a bit unnecessary; I've never felt the need to put the entire art of poetry in a box, draw a diagram of it and give a lab report on its composition - it's one of those things you just feel, right? However, in class we were asked to write an Ars Poetic...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 10:26 am
4Seasons
Their eyes begin to close for they are used
to too many winters.
When the seasons change too quickly there's
a whole new reason for remaining tight.
They shut themselves completely to preserve
the energy within them
and when spring comes they are splintered
by the light.
Dancing and redeeming their frosty borders
they come out
to greet and meet and kno...
Tuesday 16th October 2012 9:53 pm
S N E E Z Y I S M I S S I N G : a Difficult Day for the Snow White Gang. - (Definitely best heard rather than seen, as it works best with a pause for each development; but there is a reason for showing it here, as explained after the poem).
Well I woke up this morning
And thought "I'm feeling happy,"
But he really was grumpy
And I was still . . . s l e e p y.
We both felt bashful
Thinking he might be dopey :
That's how we ended
Up in the dock.
But Sneezy is missing
Yes Sneezy is missing
Oh Sneezy is missing
What Snow White is kissing -
Whatever ...
Tuesday 16th October 2012 6:06 pm
Tiramisu
I bought a big tub of tiramisu,
Checked for information as you do.
Read advice on lid
Underneath was hid
So I turned it over for further clue.
“Do not turn upside down,” the words read.
“Why, how wonderful!” I promptly said.
Let me do if first
Then tell me the worst,
Do they prefer perverse fun instead?
Tuesday 16th October 2012 4:59 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
fishy tale | devon | Reality |AN ODE TO DOREEN
Hello my names Doreen
Doreen the physiotherapist
I thought I'd like her
She smiled stating that
Together we'd get this finger straight
Our eyes locked in and we searched deep,
She into the soul of my endurance
And me into her world of ,sadistic pleasure.
You see, I knew,
Overheard didn't I,
As I sat in the waiting room,
A middle aged man rushed out
In tears, dis...
Tuesday 16th October 2012 1:22 pm
Inside Us
Switch off
Time out
Boundaries disappear
Favourite choices
Silent thoughts
Freedom enjoyed
Enthusiastic images
Encounter imagination
Modern outlook
Changing features
Visitor friendly
Search for
Secret clues
To discover
Historical paths
Leading to
Engaging future
Current trends
Forming views
Colours painted
Projecte...
Tuesday 16th October 2012 12:41 pm
I've Cried Enough For You
Monday 15th October 2012 10:27 pm
Also by Tom Harding:
The Desk | Sometimes We Wonder How We Met... |Go Jack Go!
I wrote this in 2007 commemorating 50 years since On the Road was published. Not my favourite JK book, that has to be The Subterraneans or Dharma Bums, but I've followed its journey into cinema with interest, and despite the indifferent reviews am trying to approach seeing it with an open mind. He was a flawed character. Not that hard to identify with.
Go Jack Go! (19 April 20...
Monday 15th October 2012 4:23 pm
Road Kill
Their guts are exposed all over the road,
terracotta tufts pulped on the tarmac.
Tiny white tips of tails lie unsanitised,
entrails turning from scarlet to black.
The purveyors of death have driven away,
not pausing to peer in their rear view mirrors.
Fur is soon seeping, fallen feathers go grey,
only the grease stains of memory remain;
a feline sized pheasant sh...
Monday 15th October 2012 9:52 am
They Need to Up My Meds
(Another very unlike my normal work.)
They Need to Up My Meds
Words words words
words
words words words
WORDS WORDS
words
ellipsis
words
Sunday 14th October 2012 1:07 pm
My lack of common sense
Everything is reasonable , but unabsolvable. Fortunately i'm a babe. Swish swish.
Sunday 14th October 2012 12:55 am
Waiting at the Door
I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand
It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops
But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the br...
Saturday 13th October 2012 9:57 pm
Heroines?
Today all talk a lot about Pussy Riot,
The girls from Russia that couldn’t keep quiet.
OK, I agree! It’s their right to fight
With the things they don’t like.
I can understand any strike.
Even when you have to take a gun,
But … sorry to say that,
I condemn their action as the dirtiest one.
They’ve become the world known heroines
Because of their dirty a...
Friday 12th October 2012 4:36 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
The time of weather... |Dusty Tears
The tracks of tears on dusty cheeks that fell from the eyes that were dulled by a vision of tomorrow.
The head held high in defiance of a fate that could not be worse than what had gone before.
The blood soaked shirt that hung from the wire like a flag from a long forgotten cause.
This is the price of your lie.
The distended belly the sunken eyes the silence in the midst of so much ...
Thursday 11th October 2012 7:01 pm
Behind The Facade
Fag breaks out the back,
By overflowing bins.
In those stifling, litter strewn
Rat-runs, never seen by the
Nice folk:
The punters.
A well earned breather from
Minimum wage slavery.
No sinecure here.
Switchback passages twist and turn.
Darkly labyrinthine.
Over.
Under.
Around.
Fire escapes and staircases
Leprous through oxidizatio...
Tuesday 9th October 2012 7:32 pm
Negative Equity
I was told the old fashioned way, you know.
I remember my little gran telling me,
stories of how they knocked on your door
as she rhymed off the angels around my bed
and softly stroked the hair
on my aching head.
I remember hers arrived,
we had to pack up her whole house and she came to live with me
I was ecstatic, but i missed her four angels at each corne...
Tuesday 9th October 2012 5:14 am
Also by Nicky Burrows:
(untitled) |THE POMEDY SHOW
Monday 8th October 2012 10:40 pm
The Ribble Valley Walker
He leads where all men should fear to tread
Where only cattle and sheep have gone before,
He takes us through the deepest nettlebed
Where midges, flies and wasps do soar.
The Ribble muds and mires he knows as home
He hops and sails over every tussock,
No catching him stuck in any soft deep loam
Or sinking down right over his fetlock.
He steers us by s...
Monday 8th October 2012 6:47 pm
Also by Roy Chetham:
Country Walking |To the end of the territory!
Muse-soaked, ark-worthy poets from the north-west of England will this evening prepare to carry their words to the end of the peninsula and there join the assembly of the BARDS in New Brighton, by the holy river.
And all around our territory the ineffable spirit will hover above the surface of the deep - in profound benediction for the flourishing of art through all the bad times.
I KNO...
Monday 8th October 2012 4:07 pm
Supplication
Saturday 6th October 2012 9:05 pm
Migration
Is still a huge mystery
And got demolished shortly
After you moved.
About Moss Lane East
Apart from that one winter here
When the boiler kept breaking down
Reducing the window
To floods of tears.
That first spring at Barton Road
When your football smacked
Your sister that...
Saturday 6th October 2012 11:32 am
YOGA NIDA
YOGA NIDA
(Sleep Yoga)
Lay me down flat
Yoga Nida
Let the tension
Flow slowly out
Here on the floor
Yoga Nida
Let me be still
Peaceful and warm
Sinking, sleeping
Yoga Nida
Velvet blackness
Surrounding me
The guru’s words
Yoga Nida
I drift away
My pain is gone
Lay me down here
Yoga Nid...
Friday 5th October 2012 11:28 pm
Crossroads - my National Poetry Day piece
I feel like I'm at a crossroads,
a path I do not know.
The future's looking complex as a vortex
as I continue to grow.
Do I wait in frantic futility
brazenly biting my lip and learning humility?
I see you stuck in Stockholm
waiting for the day that you finally come home.
Destined for greatness
yet thwarted by gravity and quicksand
...
Friday 5th October 2012 8:29 pm
Dog Days
No man steps into the same river twice – Heraclitus of Ephesus
Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend, and inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read anyway – Groucho Marx
Dog Days: I
Going back, to places we were happy, once
The fields, bare, along the roadside, en route
All flat, mown, sere, this late in harvest,
As summer piles a year’s confected clouds
On top o...
Friday 5th October 2012 5:40 pm
Inner Demons
Inner demons
The anguish, the waiting, the anticipating,
The gut wrenching, stomach clenching, pain administrating,
……Suspense.
The breathing, the seething, the loss of believing,
The expecting, heart beating, brain incompleting,
……Wait.
The fearing, the tearing, the scare of deceiving,
The pacing, blood racing, never facing,
……Truth.
...Friday 5th October 2012 12:52 am
Goodbye to the monsoons of summer
Goodbye to the summer that never was
as the sun sets slowly
in evenings of fiery red, once again
(a sun for so long that has been occluded
by the crying clouds of rain).
The sun itself is love
or the joyousness of love
and the rain is rain;
the rain is whatever occludes the joyousness of love
or whatever makes love be only joylessness and pain.
True...
Thursday 4th October 2012 8:13 pm
Poems
A selection of my poems from the forthcoming book 'Coming Home' read by Nicholas L. Fletcher.
Thursday 4th October 2012 2:58 pm
song - the season's over...
the season's over
everybody has gone home
the seasons over
leaving me here all alone
summer was fun
but now it's done
the season's over....
the shops stand empty
and the cafe's closed it's doors
the sandcastles have all been washed away
a pair of old flip flops are lying in the hall
waiting for another sunny day
the season's over
...Thursday 4th October 2012 9:20 am
LOGGOS
(A prose narrative trying to use a `poetically` rhythmic and typographical form)
Not a breeze stirred. The shuttered houses cowered from the insufferable sun. Down
in the tiny harbour the still water glinting dully. On the small, round quay only a lone
taverna ventured an open door.
Repelled by the scorching impossibility of the nearby beach the tourist–m...
Wednesday 3rd October 2012 7:58 pm
An Evening
The sensibilities seemed to subside,
Gouged by the glasses and driven out by drink,
Noise rare in the room, for in dreams most would hide,
Of the flood of thoughts that all and none would think
The ice in the cider seemed to shine,
That glimmer glistened in the night,
A sight so seemingly sublime,
A perfect picture of happiness at its height
The teemi...
Wednesday 3rd October 2012 4:38 pm
New Library at Pontefract
New Library at Pontefract
(on seeing a film featuring John Betjeman)
Long, long ago, when I was twelve,
John Betjeman was here
to make romance for Pontefract,
to make it very clear
that this was not some ‘northern town’
of legend, cold and drear,
but hill-top place, Italianate -
the self-same atmosphere
that brought the olive growers in
to mark...
Tuesday 2nd October 2012 2:45 pm
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