Poetry Blogs (2012, poem)
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
a leopard that ate parsley
paw in hand
waiting on the sand
for flying fish
to skip upon
as lazy breezes
pan flute recollections
of this Iberian summer
It's all about a leopard that munches on parsley. Apart from family, friendship is the the best relationship you ...
Tuesday 25th December 2012 11:59 pm
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
To allow the thunder to strike me
I must dismiss it
With silence not fear
Mustn’t let my ears fool my heart
Into fooling my head
I’ll let the vibration take me
While the heat pushes the air
To my ears
Now that’s what I call Music
Saturday 29th September 2012 2:26 am
A little poem that is very much not in my usual style!
We have known each other a long time now,
and whilst I know you will always be there for me,
it is with a heavy heart that I must tell you the following:
We can no longer be together.
It’s not you.
I find I can’t keep away from you,
and I have so much work to do these days...
Thursday 27th September 2012 5:51 pm
I didn’t realize when we wore out the new,
the coveted interest for life, the sap in your overdue stories
I never knew when the candor became gloomy knowing your near
and deserted my spirits before your inexplicable indifference,
or when your time was not my time,
and your space became anonymous,
so much that I no longer saw it
I justified your abse...
Friday 14th September 2012 2:06 am
How was hope gagged by the morbidity of this false democracy?
How did it come to be?
How is it that petroleum was changed for weapons?
How did it come to be, who allowed it?
It is inevitable to react.
There is in my soul a line that lies between the darkness and pain, poking me, and this condition pushes me to the limit in where I bleed and I fa...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:30 am
Crowned with thorns a fatal pain strikes me
stirring my feelings of what one day I thought imperishable
My muse cries with me, demanding to know the reason
why your love was no more than cracked nails of bitterness,
my feelings pouring in the harshness of what I’m still living
It seems that you shall persistently drive my heart into darkness
It is my silence ...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:29 am
Do not ask me who I am
I can be the living essence of a soft prayer
or a gloomy room of a prose in pain
I can be the cup of spilled soft caress on your skin,
or the calm, a storm or anger
Do not ask me who I am...
I can be the very face of God,
the words of sounding in a heart
or maybe the rushing fantasy that often dies at daybreak
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:28 am
The naive girl, cautious and fierce
The one with feline eyes
The one with shadowy corners
The one that battles day to day perceiving the voice of the Messiah
The one that still dreams of parental love that borders on idolatry
The jubilant light of day
The one that writes fantasies in the orphanhood of a sonnet
turning out nostalgic fondness hoping that they tr...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:27 am
Tie me to every beat of your heart
Make my hours your hours,
my desires your attention, a pretext,
a reason to think that we will have a beautiful crowning
I request the sea, the earth itself, the sun,
the fusion of our bodies,
the warmth of your kisses
I request... a fragment of tenderness to this love
Friday 3rd August 2012 2:29 am
Pink walls, or is it off white?
Green and cheap pine.
Quiet whispers from lips
that read computer screens
with eyes half shut.
Fingers tapping on keyboards
Until something beeps or rings
And they can contact the world again.
And whispers become words to drown out the radio,
Our fellow faceless hiding behind speakers
to keep u...
Wednesday 1st August 2012 11:13 pm
Odorous under the towers
confounded misty teeth beyond the rain
the sin continues
quaking before the trees
you stroke dank vapors under the flowers
I reach insanity yellow about the land
as we dream of evil over the virgin
crazy, passionate, open-eyed, hungry
over the horizon
out of dreams
he knew no-one
yellow about the lan...
Thursday 7th June 2012 11:32 am
A prisoner in your skin ...
discreetly the night slips between my sheets, in the verses of dawn,
sketching ecstatically the loud kiss that grows in my body,
there where the brilliance becomes eternal
and consciousness of myself in your hands,
I do not know if this is an adventure or a creation of my madness.
I pour out shamelessly the pleasures of the ...
Thursday 7th June 2012 2:12 am
I have my own little piece of the world.
Sure, it has its problems, but nothin’ too much.
It has its pleasures and there’s more than enough.
And I’ll share them with you; I will share them with you.
So, put down that rifle, and put down that gun.
Let’s take back those words that hatred begun.
Let’s tear down those icons that make us ignore
The cries of our own, the cries of our ...
Wednesday 6th June 2012 2:45 pm
It’s 1:30 am.
He takes me away from the others unpacking,
opens the front door to the first night
in our first home and squirts WD-40
over both hinges, explains
WD is water dispersal,
NASA concocted this stuff
to keep fields of rockets
from turning orange, then burnt umber.
He heard this on his pocket radio
cycling along blustery North London roads...
Tuesday 5th June 2012 8:54 pm
Nicked was my poem*
I nicked that sucker right back
What a silly mess
The first line was suggested by Isobel.
After all my ranting about my stolen poem
I told myself I'd better give due credit.
Saturday 12th May 2012 7:45 pm
New blog up an running have a look http://velvetmedia.wordpress.com
Thursday 10th May 2012 8:54 pm
A stolen poem
Took credit for my effort
Poem was removed
Thursday 3rd May 2012 4:44 pm
This time I'm not posting a poem. I'm asking for opinions.
I found one of my poems on a website but was not given credit for this poem.
Should I contact the sites administrator?
Wednesday 2nd May 2012 6:07 pm
Nothing happens, I have no answers
Only the great sadness seems to assist me
Faced with despair, people are losing their identity
The word violence plays its language
Everything is corrupted
Everything looks bad, aging
In the thunder of the night I discover that my brother is my enemy
The only thing real is this sad reality
Wednesday 8th February 2012 1:41 am
Somewhere, the 9 till 5 office worker stops me with a deadpan stare,
Fixes me with the times of timetables passed, the graph paper squares
Of tomorrow’s schedule. The high-rise offices never bother to look down.
I never liked the city.
Never really cared
for the city’s callousness, its daily suicide,
the shadow at the top of each building that watches with certainty.
Tuesday 31st January 2012 9:14 am
'The Men Pomes' by Gerry Potter
8pm, 29.2.12 - 3.3.12
Studio Salford, Kings' Arms, 11 Bloom Street, Salford £7 / 5
Tickets can be bought on the night at the door or bought online http://www.ticketweb.co.uk/user/?region=gb_northwest&query=schedule&venue=kingsarmssalford&month=1&day=29&year=112&interface=kingsarmssalford
Creator of Chloe Poems and writer of smash hit play 'Miracle', Gerry Potte...
Tuesday 24th January 2012 3:32 pm
Dreamcatchers for Abused Children (an official non-profit 501(c)3 child abuse and neglect organisation in the US) has a Missing Persons Division. They have used my video poem 'The Missed' (top left) on their page :
I will be working with some charities and important organisations again in 2012. These all sho...
Tuesday 10th January 2012 3:44 am
Here's a poem narrated by the Head of the Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts. It was inspired by a radio sketch by Mitchell and Webb. I'm not sure how much I like it; the rhythm is a little awkward in places, but I'd be interested to know what you think."Good evening dearest Hufflepuffs, It’s now in the proceedings Where I share some words To move forward From how you must be fe...
Saturday 7th January 2012 8:09 am