Poetry Blogs (Dec 2012)
Another year about to end. Maybe the Mayans that made up that calendar had it better. As the year closes one is pressed to look back and gauge how it went. It's just another year, perhaps. Many things have transpired, and many more in the offing.
Just a few hours more
about half a day for the rest
for each timezone on the globe
we tear off the last sheet ...
Monday 31st December 2012 11:36 pm
Monday 31st December 2012 11:17 pm
dashed bereft under hanging skies
that mirror your sagging pall
I stand, Ishmael, to your bloody demise
amidst the niveous fulminating
and hovering nebs
where Neptune saw fit to serve your hulkfor its absolute picking
by those which need and others that greed
with no affect to your fabled past
your jaw,mute in life,thunders now in death
of the avarice ...
Monday 31st December 2012 7:41 pm
Also by Paul Sands:Hole | Curioser and Curioser | What Angels? |
Looks like we are still in with a shout:
You may be aware that Stockport Council recently carried out consultation with customers and other stakeholders on Museums & Cultural Attractions in Stockport with a view to achieving budget savings of £188,000 over the next two years. We are grateful to all those who took the time to take part in this exercise. The origin...
Monday 31st December 2012 12:37 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:Victory at Christmas - (December 2012 Collage Poem) |
A New Year ?
I cannot sing the lords song,
Not now in this strange land,
Where laws are just for changing,
And traditions cannot stand.
I grew with certain values,
Those values now so changed,
The sacred brought to nothingness,
Our morals rearranged.
We spare the rod incessantly,
We give the feckless space,
We can’t promote religion,...
Monday 31st December 2012 12:07 pm
Also by Ian Gant:DECEMBER MUSINGS |
I smoke and watch her
The taxi waits.
Then like a premonition
I have a mirrored memory
of her departure-
the scent of her
Monday 31st December 2012 1:41 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Dragging the luggage | Cooking for the Infidel | Cooking for the Infidel | I, myself Tommy that's me |
I wrote this piece - inspired by Andrew Fusek Peters words.
Trading Bullets for Lives in Acts of Freedoms
Have you ever held a rifle with a full magazine?
Have you ever felt the weight of just one round
In the hand;- your hands?
Have you ever listened after a fire-fight –
Where null and avoidance is returned in hate?
A claiming of valiant crus...
Monday 31st December 2012 12:20 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Daily States of Pain | Sitrep dnb stylee | The Meaning of Life | Where The Solo's Play Together | One Fine Gentleman | I would go somewhere with this but I lost me free bus pass! | Esoteric Understandings | HYPNOSIS |
And you 'thought to yourself what a wonderful world'
Think again Mr. Armstrong
up there in the saftey of trumpeting Heaven!
Monday 31st December 2012 12:03 am
you theologians tosh
isn’t it enough
to have lived just once
on planet earth
to have tasted honey
heard the song of birds
as palm trees swayed
isn’t it enough
to have loved
and to have understood
the poetry of bees
or to have observed
a child who belly-laughed
or watched the darting swifts
Sunday 30th December 2012 8:55 pm
Even the closest speak , I asked her to be quiet. Others make me cringe. My theory was honest. I think eventually it's is one. Woof woof.
Sunday 30th December 2012 8:37 pm
I wrote this piece after the events at Newtown and crazy reaction from those deluded enough to think that more guns equals safer country. They have 300 million guns and one of the highest murder rates in the world. As a poet, as an American who is also british, as a father, I wrote this response.
HOW MANY MORE?
Where can I start, but the young ones, their hearts
Sunday 30th December 2012 4:50 pm
Sunday 30th December 2012 2:35 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Music |
Way back in history – and I mean way, way back in history: we are talking about thousands of years ago, so it was long before any of us was born – there were no such things as cannonballs. And there is a very good reason for that, it is because nobody had invented a cannon to fire them out of. Of course, in them days things not being invented yet didn't bother folks like it does nowadays:...
Sunday 30th December 2012 10:29 am
Also by Ledger de la Bald:Charming! |
He’d built a life’s path brick by brick
Held together by sand and stick
It rivalled her wall of crumbling stone
They stood together completely alone
She felt she knew him all of his life
But couldn’t understand the edge of the knife
Sharpened by resistance, ready to slice
the red thread between them, not once but twice
Once in dreams...
Sunday 30th December 2012 9:41 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Gentleman Caller | The Comfort of Strangers at Hatton Locks Car Park | Reflection | Banished to Eden |
I took the family out for a meal on Christmas day,
There were quite a few and I had to pay !
All five courses were first class,
All the leftovers I frugally did amass.
"Waiter please may I have a bag to take the leftovers home for my pet ?"
"Ooo!"blurted out my daughter,"What sort are we going to get ?"
Saturday 29th December 2012 8:43 am
Also by hugh:A flight mistake | Being an only child | Weeweechu | Suite child of mine | Don't drink and drive !!! | Changing heads | An eye catching experience | 'Twas the night before Christmas | Trouble and strife | A near miss ! | Eat in ! | Tulisa Contosavlos X factor judge-----an inspiration ! | Jacintha Saldanha R.I.P. | Zip error | A fine death | Peel Park primary school Accrington-----Outstanding !! |
Has it really been one year?
Is this what it takes to really breathe?
Well no one told me it would be that harsh..
Maybe I should have asked..
Friday 28th December 2012 11:17 pm
I have died 600 hundred times before
& through-out the pain there you where;
the heir of serenity preached, spring fourth a trinity of able souls
and although I have been shown how to sleuth, I'm told only a leader will survive;
so in the stronghold
do what you will to stay with me.
Fore I'm an elder whose boy inside has witnessed enough to haunt the proud
Friday 28th December 2012 10:53 pm
Friday 28th December 2012 4:22 pm
Earthwide rhythms, the gentle whisper
erupts in new and beautiful
Sounds that move mountains
it contains the sun,
the rain: it breaches seasons,
relieves all cause and worry,
redeems all meaning.
selfless twists of genius.
Some quiet and some
with aching gales.
Friday 28th December 2012 11:05 am
Also by Kealan Coady:A Close Call Scenario |
Friday 28th December 2012 10:24 am
Also by Tom Chapman:Abandonment | Afterwards | Christmas Time | Corporate Greed |
I know I’ve got a lot of stuff and no, I don’t need much more.
I know advertising’s full of guff and persuasion is what it’s for.
I know others needs are greater, but too often I forget
As I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.
No matter if you’re measuring in common, pounds or pence,
Too often it would seem that we have more money than sense.
Thursday 27th December 2012 11:11 pm
It takes at least
For the small fire
To heat this room.
I stare hard
Into the flames.
All twenty digits
Ache with winter
And my ears
There is little
Above the fireplace,
And Fat Santa’s
Ho ho ho’s.
Thursday 27th December 2012 10:05 pm
Connected and protected
The rich amongst the poor
The innocent and vulnerable
Placed in there to care for
Connected and protected
Beneath a cloak of violence
Susceptible and impressionable
Defiled dumbed and silenced
Connected and protected
Raising millions o’ pounds
Vile deceit of those so sweet
To afraid to make a sound
Connected and protected
Safe within the r...
Thursday 27th December 2012 8:17 pm
Also by Words Escape Me:As Christmas Eve Falls Once More |
Have you ever been so in love with a machine it hurts?
I am. The reason?
Lada cars especially Riva estate cars with square spotlamps in the grill.
What a beautifully proportioned machine,
each line in the right place.
Utilitarian design and poetical looks, filling my soul with joy.
Yes I feel happiness when I see a Lada car.
It makes my day and I ...
Wednesday 26th December 2012 1:36 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:HUMAN SPIRIT | Trash Overhead | North Town | Again and Again | Siren Flight | Hall of Memories | Memory of water | Hot Day | HARD |
Wednesday 26th December 2012 1:49 am
Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:Christmas Light | I believe in fairies | Brum | Ward 34 | The Seer |
I would hurry to the kitchen
with pedipalps a-twitching,
to see what I could get.
And when there I would eat all
the insides of every beetle,
if I had a spinnerette.
And that's only the beginning;
it sets my head a-spinning
to see them in my net.
To the edge I would scarper
where I'd pluck it like a harper
if I had a spinnerette.
Oh, I could catch the fly
Tuesday 25th December 2012 4:03 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:Facebook | Take a pew |
Each day I see your proud
stare from the carved frame
above the stairs
you wear the ostentatious
plumed hat of
the Italian Bersaglieri
and although it
was only national service
you had your share
of war later
an enemy alien
interned in the country
where you chose to settle.
Monday 24th December 2012 9:56 pm
Also by David Subacchi:HIDING IN SHADOWS |
Merry Christmas to my dearest friends,
Living on different and beautiful Lands!
Merry Christmas to all – big and small!
Merry Christmas to you and you, and you!
To all those who say more often “hello” than “adieu”.
Merry Christmas to all… rich and poor
To those who are always know and sure
That tomorrow will certainly come,
That our world is blithesome and ...
Monday 24th December 2012 5:07 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:The 22nd of December | Your need | Tango | The Trumpeter |
you could never forget
that you’d been born by yourself
in the heated margin
a nearly lost pulse
gripping, white knuckled
I discovered your great wound
this blossom in your side
Monday 24th December 2012 4:11 pm
(With a nod of debt to the incomparable John O'Farrell)
I blame the Government and the bankers and the rest of the fatcats and the US and the multinationals.
I don’t blame me for:
· Wanting a sub-prime mortgage I can’t afford
· Electing the government
· Electing every government
· Retiring early and drawing my pension
Monday 24th December 2012 3:56 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Fairytale of New Britain (Lucky Man) | The Red Wheelbarrow | Veggie Stew | The Naming of the Parts | If... | In The Bleak Midwinter |
hands in shallow pockets
hiding from the cold
left hand searching for an ember of warmth
in the corners of threadbare lining
as he finds his last penny of comfort...
a pick for his guitar
His soul released
he starts to play
Hendrix style - Hey Joe
people stop, heads turn,
as he rocks All Along the Watchtower...
Monday 24th December 2012 12:33 pm
Also by Mike Hilton:CHRISTMAS CAROL |
On the eve of Christmas, I'm re-posting this short poem in the spirit of remembrance. and the wonder of life's glorious renewal.
How fitting now in deep December,
When days are short and life is low,
That in our hearts we will remember
Those we loved who h...
Sunday 23rd December 2012 2:50 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS (2) | SPARE US |
Creeping away from bed and favourite thriller,
you must wash your hair, again,
perform yet another make-up legerdemain,
clamp yourself into iron maiden jeans.
At 52, you do not listen for his car’s theme tune
but start to list the weekly shop,
checking clocks you realise he is 30 minutes late,
an old wound’s twinge He has stood you up....
Sunday 23rd December 2012 10:41 am
For this experiment you will need… Regular table salt, household ammonia with a high percentage of commercial nitrogen, one pint of methanol, talcum powder, muriatic acid, Vicks Nasal Inhalers, and a well ventilated room. Do not be fooled into thinking that this method is 100% safe, as it will probably kill you…
Take your scissors to your nasal spray,
Pray for a lazy day,
Saturday 22nd December 2012 5:51 pm
Also by Joy Claypool:Just some diss rap. | In for me. | I worry. |
I was moved to upload this because of the relevance of Bugarach to the end-of-the-world prognostications for today, 21st December, 2012.
in the sunset
of a fading sky.
for one half-moment,
In memory of ancestors
signed this ...
Friday 21st December 2012 2:42 pm
“Ey up owd lad, tha does look glum!” Peter said one day, (he’d spent a while up north near Leeds, that’s why he spoke that way.)
“What’s to do? Tha’s sittin there wi a face like milkman’s hoss. I’ve nivver seed thee look that way, whatever ails thee boss?”
His boss looked up, all ashen faced, a pallor on his skin, and whispered “Pete, I’ve had enough, It’s ...
Thursday 20th December 2012 12:36 pm
Also by Anthony Emmerson:thin ice |
Holly berry and mistletoe on the vine
Prompt me to render this rhyme,
Of merry greetings that come to mind
Written out line by line.
The short cold days are the sign
That once more its Christmas time,
So get ready with a toast of ale or wine
To celebrate Old Lang Syne.
Let all that’s best and good combine
As glittering stars and fairy lights shine...
Wednesday 19th December 2012 6:46 pm
Tuesday 18th December 2012 11:03 pm
Also by Danny Metcalfe:Night. |
“Ee, love, what a sad time to meet –
You could have knocked me right off me feet
When I heard about your Stan –
Such a lovely, lovely, man…
He was all but in his prime –
Well, we all must go sometime –
Ee, love, now, don’t take on so:
Here’s a clean hanky: now bear up, you know
Time will heal…..Eh, your Stan –
Such a kind, lov...
Tuesday 18th December 2012 3:31 pm
Also by Dorinda MacDowell:Christmas Tree | New Beginnings |
(This was an exercise in five beat blank that turned itself into a sort of poem)
Everything around began to change
Not, mind you, immediately – no
But soon enough – yes soon enough.
A hazing round the edges of the sight
Began it all , The keen discerning scent
Lost a little of it`s former stretch,
And soon the strong brisk spring in muscle and bone
Monday 17th December 2012 10:51 pm
He sits in the driving seat
a wired up coil of rage
ready to spring,
a vacuum of anger
to feed from what was once her joy
spitting forth his accusations
like sparks from a torch,
blowing away the laughter,
blowing away the happy,
blowing away the merry
and so this is Christmas.
‘She was late to answer her mobile,
he’s texted several ti...
Monday 17th December 2012 9:38 pm
Also by Isobel:The Sky at Night |
Health and safety directives may sit on the shelf
But prick our conscience, like the holly everywhere
To make us think that Christmas is bad for the health
As many dangers lurk half-hidden in its tinselled glare.
Might twining ivy poison tiny toddlers who will pass?
And could pine needles stab them, drawing blood?
And, since bright baubles shatter into shards of gl...
Monday 17th December 2012 2:36 pm
John was killed on the motorway today
His wife was taking the kids to school
She had waved him goodbye that morning
Death came later, without any warning
They had a tentative arrangement for lunch
So they’d left their options open
And later, so the reporter said on the evening news
No other words were spoken
A boy racer cut him up so they foolishly de...
Monday 17th December 2012 11:53 am
Also by Steve:Letter to Santa ( From a Xmas cynic) | Sunday Afternoon |
Another cold coffee one stale cigarette
She takes a slow walk to the door
The memories linger, she never forgets
But she knows she can’t stay anymore.
And the passionate dreaming that keeps her alive
Seems cloudy and distant now
She’s finding it hard day by day to survive
But she knows she will anyhow.
It’s just another road Christine
It’s just another forgotten dream
Sunday 16th December 2012 1:34 pm
The old lady shouted "Help me, please help me"
Sitting in her chair she was
wrapped in multicoloured shawl
refusing to elaborate
She couldn't see and couldn't hear
Refused to have her hearing help
Continued shouting "Help me help me"
"Won't somebody help me please"
Yet every time I tried to help her
Shouts vociferous and rude
Decrying all that...
Sunday 16th December 2012 1:49 am
"The Christmas Dinner"
by Duncan Stevens
Staged by Second Skin Theatre
Directed by Andy McQuade
Seen by Alain English on 15th December 2012
At White Rabbit Theatre
This is certainly a unique production in London Fringe history. Staged two weeks ago as "The Exorcism" based on a 1970s television play, it was forced to close down after legal objections. It has since reopened in thi...
Saturday 15th December 2012 10:25 pm
Also by Alain English:Paper Tiger Poetry One Year Anniversary - It's Slam Time! |
Saturday 15th December 2012 12:58 pm
‘It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on.’
The boy, Jimmy Stack, of Kingsway, Ossett, climbed up on the sofa that was in the living room, peered out of the big window, and perused the morning activity of the street. He then frown...
Saturday 15th December 2012 12:44 pm
.... The Lakes,
the 'Dream Land' awaits,
your 'breath' it takes!!
The mountain side,
the clouds that glide,
the sun beams through all natures pride ....
the rocky views,
the beauty it shines blow away the blues ....
The challenge we share,
all mountains lay bare,
our hearts and souls live th...
Friday 14th December 2012 11:36 pm
Also by Lesley Whittaker:............ EYE'S ......... |
When the hours feel
like hammers against the kneecaps
When every mouth that
opens looks like a steel trap
When the only things you’ve
got in are a block of cheese and a broken egg
When that kid on the
scooter rides into your leg
When the truth is
translucent and the lies are bold
When you sleep in your
Thursday 13th December 2012 11:38 pm
Little boys know war.
Little girls know love and pain,
gentle kisses in summer rain,
where they're going,
and from where they came.
Little boys know war.
Little girls know truth and fear,
a cold smile, a warm tear,
how much it cost.
to get through the year.
Little boys know war.
Little girls know how to poison, how to heal,
how to cry, how to steal,
how to ig...
Thursday 13th December 2012 11:23 pm
Listen for the first foot-fall:
Sunken pads in the winter snow,
The patter of ducks to bread,
As Venus hauls the sun from her bed
To drip across the sky.
Waiting for the first footing,
Heavy on the ice,
And Giggling across the carpet,
Feet spread like paeonies,
She learns to fly.
Thursday 13th December 2012 11:58 am
The last Pop Up Poetry event of 2012 was a memorable occasion, a fitting climax to the year where we have built up our audience and our expertise to bring to Guildford a platform where local poets can have a hearing and poets from London and other centres can make their voices heard in our provincial (dare I say) locality. The evening of December 11th at the Bar des Arts, Guildford, was dev...
Wednesday 12th December 2012 8:01 pm
Please take a moment to have a look at my updated booking page.
Wednesday 12th December 2012 5:00 am
I wasn't dead,
just never alive
all for a dive.
A dyspraxic in a speedboat
as I struggled to swim
in shark infested waters
but I won't let them win.
The rewards of success
for creating a mess
an unmade bed
for an economy's left.
People can study
and some even praise
others are starstruck
Wednesday 12th December 2012 3:02 am
Joy, rebellion, forgiveness
life, wisdom, love
Destined winged music that cooed my heart
The cry that fertilized the earth when the sun dawned
the pain that hurt me in some corner
The line of life, and also the betrayal where one day I’d wake
listening to prayers that my death will announce
Poor dreams of mine...
Wednesday 12th December 2012 12:16 am
Also by Noris Roberts:What is the price you have to pay? |
Some people try
to force a
smile from me,
but it's futile.
Sometimes they figure
out somethings wrong,
Some actually get
angry because I
"Snap out of it."
So I pretend
But I'm secretly
crumbling deep inside.
Tuesday 11th December 2012 5:56 pm
Here's a film of my performance of 'Unsolicited (1968 - 2012)' recorded at the Cadence Cafe, for Performance! (run by the lovely Jeffarama)
Monday 10th December 2012 3:26 pm
im not having a go
you are wonderfull
Sunday 9th December 2012 4:00 pm
Also by SPACEGHOST:chemical machanics; part one ; the theory and practice of oligarchical collectivism |
Saturday 8th December 2012 5:39 pm
Saturday 8th December 2012 5:00 pm
Also by steve pottinger:No-one likes an angry poet - video |
Saturday 8th December 2012 3:12 pm
Also by Tom:Warmth of a Curious Heart |
Saturday 8th December 2012 2:56 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:You Never Can Tell |
The Romantic Scent
of Rose, Orchid and
Golden jasmine, softly
embraced by Sandalwood
SOLVENT ABUSE CAN KILL INSTANTLY
Ingredients: BUTANE, ISOBUTANE, PROPANE, ALCOHOL DENAT, PARFUM FRAGRANCE, PROPYLENE GLYCOL, TRIETHYL CITRATE, FARNESOL, LINALOOL, COUMARIN, ALPHA ISOMETHYL IONONE, GERANIOL, LIMONENE, HYDROCITRONELLAL,...
Friday 7th December 2012 8:41 pm
Also by Chris Co:Prejudice |
Bethlehem is bolted shut
and there no jobs in this England
The innkeepers hold cardboard doors
and he been on his bike so long
That say no room and we full up
for twenty, forty miles and more
An angel’s crying for her mum
and he has turned his cycle round
The shepherd cannot find his flock
and wise men have all been and gone
The donkey’s ears have fallen ...
Friday 7th December 2012 2:36 pm
Also by Ray Miller:Alf Ramsey - My Part In His Success |
I look up she looks away , she looks up , I look away
We cannot carry on this way , same old dance from day to day.
She starts to speak, I interrupt, I start to speak, she interrupts
Both drinking from this broken cup, too complicated to say I need you .
I start to move, she moves away, she starts to move, I move away
Thursday 6th December 2012 10:03 pm
Steve Garside is an artist, designer, published poet, photographer and filmmaker from Rochdale, Lancashire, England. He studied social sciences at the University of Manchester, England.
Das Auge I'm Eis came about as a result of an invite to be guest photographer at the Ludwig Maximillan University in Munich. The combination of Dachau being in close proximity to Munich, an introductio...
Thursday 6th December 2012 4:55 pm
If the art galleries shut
It’s not just a case of where
Would all the pictures go?
Not just a case of where
Would all of the staff go
(even though there is precious
few of them left altogether now),
or drawing classes
not being able to draw
It’s more of a case
Of it the art galleries shut
Where would you
To look at life
From a different angle.
Where would people
Thursday 6th December 2012 1:50 pm
I always thought that I could be a dowser.
Why did you never come
to sit at my table?
I hear of spirits met -
a soldier sitting at the bed end,
one shoe off.
I’ve never seen a ghost.
No soldier ever spoke to me.
If anyone could reach back through the dark
it would be you.
But you have never spoken.
Once, at midnight
Thursday 6th December 2012 7:59 am
Also by Ann Foxglove:shrimping net city |
Pull me this way, pull me that way
tie me, bind me, use me at your will
feel the rythmm of the drum
Tease me, Please me, make me explode in time to your drum
As you beat down upon my flesh with the tools of pleasure and pain
Pull me this way,pull me that way
tie me, bind me, use me at your will
feel my breathe quicken as you bring forth again the pleasure that engulfs me i...
Wednesday 5th December 2012 11:11 pm
O unwise Katherine Jenkins –
Your lovely face in full screen
A Scaramouche mask
Your red gown bleeding over the stage
Like the entrails of sacrifice -
Over the top, Katherine – O.T.T.
Dancers dominated to cartoon shadows
Choir boys drowned with descant
Slinky slitted ‘Holy Night’
With four stressed tenors
A sad gaffe
Business promotion gone awr...
Wednesday 5th December 2012 12:42 pm
Wednesday 5th December 2012 12:26 pm
Also by David Lindsay:A Hug From My Brother |
I met a girl in the corridor
she walked tall with limbs long
chestnut hair stroked her perspired fore
while through the air called softly a song.
each note formed round a lightening tone
her eyes stretched to see beyond me as she spoke
between her and the distance sentences had grown
into a lily scent with perfumed oils awoke.
she tripped with pleasur...
Tuesday 4th December 2012 10:21 pm
The Americans consider
Exploding a Nuclear bomb
On the Moon, the tide is changing?
Brrrr war is cold.
Tuesday 4th December 2012 7:00 pm
So white and so nothing
This canvas becomes
The wall where it hangs
Slumped at its angle
A sorrowful state
So lifeless and pale
Hints of a thought
Disperse into air
Weightless and empty
And cold to the breath
This blank little canvas
May never be saved
Only waiting for someone
To rescue it’s face
Tuesday 4th December 2012 4:09 pm
‘Twas ever thus. A cup beside the
drunken bed while the child who
cannot cry remains unfed, remains
unclean, uncleansed of sin, betrayed
by your ugliness, rotting from within.
‘Twas ever thus. You say it again.
The excuse is your constant refrain,
your constant limp which you are
proud to show, you lean against the
crutch, you cannot let go.
And her heart is broke...
Tuesday 4th December 2012 3:25 pm
My mind is empty from thought
I am nowhere I am everywhere, I am free
Of things that I was once taught
I look and do not see.
I think about nothings, no thoughts
No feeling, no sight, no touch
I walked and mused on hidden truths
My awareness expanding so much.
There is no turning back
The illusion can never be true
When the veil is lifted
I will see my wa...
Monday 3rd December 2012 8:35 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:War Of Words | Not In Love |
Seven seconds slap the bow-
Seven seconds splash the oars-
Seven seconds wash the shore-
Seven seconds wash the welcoming mussels-
Seven seconds,seven seconds,seven seconds-
Seven seconds welcomes a sun glinting new wave.
My name is Ingimund (Norseman) I am the leader of
thousands of Wirral Vikings, the year is 902 AD.
By agreement with your Saxon King Ethe...
Saturday 1st December 2012 8:13 pm
Every new dawn brought you
a glass of sea in a knot
of salt, which squeezed
your breath while you sang
to make the unbridled fear
fall asleep in a whisper.
And we know the distance
bled on that shore of hardships
by your trembling steps.
When the bread was crumbled
into nothing by the fangs
of war, which eat and kill
at the same time.
But in the secret shelter
Saturday 1st December 2012 5:22 pm
Beyond the beige
And everyday tasks,
And the re-emergence
Of discarded new ideas,
Lies a truth.
Look under the layers
Of used tissues
To the heart of things.
The matter’s root.
Listen to the sounds between the clock ticks
for the meaning of time passing.
Then dig through the pie crust.
Devour what lies beneath.
And rinse and spit.
Saturday 1st December 2012 8:28 am