Poetry Blogs (2013, ageing)
Fertility varies from place to place.
In my hometown, cilantro would take over
The yard if you weren’t careful. Some
People don’t like the smell, but I loved
The fragrant flood of mulch and pollen
Whenever I mowed. (It was the only joy
I found in mowing.) A cilantro haze
Always encircled by volunteer chilis
Standing as spicy sentinels guarding
The perimeter of the lawn with indifference.
Wednesday 15th May 2019 6:58 am
On her mother’s stone step, she sits and dreams
The same step she cleaned and crossed so often
Her dress, crisp and clean in the sunshine gleams
This backstreet beauty, rare rose in blossom
What whims flicker through her wandering mind
Perchance what prospect does life hold in store
Will her journey be gentle not unkind?
Shall her story be one of less not more?
Wednesday 8th May 2019 10:36 pm
Looking for venues or assistance with this to perform/tour my new show/performance coming in 2019.. Already have first venue booked for July in Manchester.
'70' A New Decade Of Fun. Is a new performance of spoken word/poetry with comedy which shows that ageing doesn't have to mean that you stop enjoying life and exploring new ideas. That ageing is not for wimps and lets put back humour in ...
Tuesday 11th December 2018 1:10 pm
I’m 46 next week, but I’m 23 inside,
It’s not just old age denied.
I know my body’s knackered
‘cos daily I’m reminded:
the mirror’s getting scary,
I’m sure my face is puffy.
I used to feel so fit and strong,
stand up in the pub and sing a song,
Give me a coffee, I don’t want a pint,
I’ve no time for fools or picking a fight.
I think I’m pretty cool,
my daughter’s face sa...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 6:56 am
Parking the car
out by the cooling towers
breathe the quiet in
lit by the moon
not going anywhere
all those sad miles behind me...
Remember when we were nineteen
kissing in the back seat
tucked into the kerb
lit by our lust
not going anywhere
all those mad miles behind me...
When we were nineteen
everything was a fire
everything was flame
Wednesday 18th October 2017 9:56 am
Though they are mine
I have no wisdom
Though they know me
They are deaf
In their mind
I am a man apart
I am all that is left
I am the helix of their birth and death and being
Knowing one, I know all
I am a voice
I seek nothing I seek peace
I hear all and I reflect
I see words and I grieve
I sense pain and I weep
I feel ...
Sunday 24th September 2017 12:40 pm
all falling out
forth from snout
like knotted wood
that once were
knees that could
that push the page
aggravate the rage
of shrivelled raisins
knows no liaisons
like crippled crow
that once could
hump and row
so tired of...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 6:46 am
Asleep beneath a sodium tongue,
Damp synthetic fire-licked stone,
Hand made stone,
Carpeting ugly and commodious city streets,
Voices of young men,
Smoke filled lungs and wide wild eyes,
Impatiently idea making,
Dreaming, cold-air-breathing, nights on end without closed eyes,
Some happy numbness in the fingers and toes,
All may rest ha...
Wednesday 6th January 2016 11:56 pm
My eyesight’s going
My nasal hair is growing
And my hair now looks so grey
My knees are creaking
My elbow joints are squeaking
And my voice won’t work today
As I sit down on the tiles
It’s not good for my piles
And I start to really feel my age today
My back it sometimes aches
My favourite meal is now Corn Flakes
No one cares about what I might have ...
Saturday 11th October 2014 2:04 pm
I have outgrown both the years
and the clothes
which had my name sewn into them
this doesn’t mean I no longer need help
to figure out who I am
my gloves are no longer twinned
by umbilical wool
but I appreciate you holding my hand
while leading me through this cold weight
I am living in those times
though if god were bothered to look
Wednesday 16th October 2013 11:00 pm
A Step Towards Summer
I look into the mirror’s depthless space,
at what is standing in the shadows cast
by light dimming swift with each day amassed
and passing by me, at a startling pace.
I sprint to catch the future in a chase
that takes me on a journey to the past
and makes me wish each moment used will last
until the day they put me in my case.
Sunday 26th May 2013 1:22 pm
Thursday 31st January 2013 7:42 am
It feels like so long since I've written any poetry - nowadays they jut seem like fragemnts that I've abandoned in some book and haven't read again. I've always found it hard to connect with myself fully when writing poetry, and in a way it feels like that's happened again. I miss it. I miss writing for me and not worrying if my writing will sound gushing or "fake". Fake for whom? Really?
Saturday 23rd July 2011 12:30 pm
You don’t see me; you ignore me totally cos I mean nowt to you. ...
Tuesday 19th July 2011 1:16 pm
I aim to be as true to all
As I have learnt from being small
Tell it like I see it when I'm clear
Zip my mouth if I'm not my dear
Now as time rolls on I find I still
Have a very strong unbending will
None too shy to state my case
Toe to toe, face to face
Tempering the above with concern
For others views where I may learn
More about this world ...
Tuesday 28th July 2009 12:02 pm