Poetry Blogs (2013, Memory)
Rumor has it, the story
went like this...
back in the '60s, baby Isaac
had just turned three,
waving the classified section
of a discarded newspaper
like a flag, but giggling
way too close to the heater.
That's all it takes
to turn ordinary days into tragedy.
Heater met paper;
paper, overheated, touched his shirt;
shirt mindlessly took in the flame...
Monday 11th February 2019 5:05 pm
I liked the way he looked at me
Like I was the only thing he could see
or that was worth looking at.
I liked the smile he made for me
A tailored face, specifically
to tell me what he couldn't say.
I liked the things that went unsaid
The message in the nod, the tilt of his head,
the eye contact held too long.
I liked his arms, skin brushing skin
Friday 18th January 2019 6:05 pm
My step dad, Robin, passed away a short time ago at the ripe old age of 94. An incredible man, he lived an incredible life, including working at Bletchley Park codebreaking during the war, putting out fires at ST Paul's Cathedral, living in Australia, India, Ireland and Scotland and writing numerous books in his role as a well respected minister and scholar. He met my mum again after 50 years, p...
Sunday 1st July 2018 6:45 am
Minds mould cannot always bend to the will - Look!
A blur of surreal reality:
it’s vivid, a memory, a means
but travel through years
and maybe it’s a dream,
or the worst fear:
(for the youth with infantile stretch marks to hear)
For the youths with flat ironed flesh and barely dogmarked ears,
what we all fear
is to forget.
Tell the boy with the newly ...
Thursday 7th June 2018 3:52 pm
The sun has finally set.
There's just one dim light on the horizon.
A burning light of orange, red and purple colors, All of them dancing on the music that the first stars on the sky appear to play.
I look beyond that light and I see you.
Just like the sun you seem to be further and further away...until you disappear.
There is only one thing that remains and that is the memory of you.
Saturday 2nd June 2018 11:05 am
As I leave my home behind
To walk the far farm fields
The spirit of the land enfolds me
Its silence becomes my mantle
While I alone hear
Those wafted word
As the wind caresses the treetops
To lure me on
Through woodland and moor
Beyond fences, ever deeper into a land
Clothed in swirls of radiant mist
Rising from plashy pools and tarns
Tuesday 17th April 2018 2:32 pm
I step out
Into that mystic choir
That holds my heart
Where time, standing still,
Moves with the seasons
Quietly changing my world
With its elemental tune
While my song is barely heard:
A contrapuntal whisper
Struggling for harmony
For my land is my chancel
Hymns hum soft on its breezes
And prayer rises in its stillness
In this quiet place of remembrance...
Saturday 14th April 2018 11:43 pm
The Voyager's Song
I see the shoreline,
black and unremarked
sleeping in secret, supine,
an open door, strong
as a broad Yorkshire
weak as rags of sea mist.
Soon I shall fetch upon its sands,
where cold silence reigns
uninvited like the early dawn.
Beside me shall burn,
in isolation and awe,
the last bright flower
of an ancient memory...
Friday 19th January 2018 2:43 am
This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.
Time and Windows
If the past is a tattered old book,
then why am I a ghost
at my mother's window,
so clear I can sense her mystery,
and her brown eyes, so alive?
Look, I can fly to her
through the high windows
of my memory
until I'm so close that she disappears,
and the curtain flutters silently.
Friday 29th December 2017 10:44 am
Wind rocks my boat tonight,
Sitting on this bed I feel little more than whole,
The nausea creating holes in my fickle heart.
Father walks cold in the streets of Paris,
Back turned to me,
I wander further upon this ragged terrain.
Distant memories fading yet again,
For in the presence of men and wind,
My skin becomes fatal.
The very blood,
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 7:47 am
From the first page to the last,
I absorbed the world around you.
I was there to witness the tears,
Within each chapter I fell deeper.
As if under a spell, I lost control.
I was lost in another world,
Traveling to a place with no time.
I watched a story unfold before my eyes.
With each word,
I became ap...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 1:37 am
Am I to speak for your past?
Should I intrude?
For I am the spectre of your years: I was there beside you
In your cot and at your play
I am all that is left
I am the breath of your childhood
I am the oxygen of your life
There is no limit to my presence in your life
Monday 13th November 2017 11:10 pm
When the morning's flight
lifts the darkened blind,
and slows the speed of time,
be ready in your heart and mind
with gratitude, as you drift
on a sweet and quiet river,
lined by silent watchers;
remember their gifts, and the jewels
of the givers,
For that light is sure to glow
fierce and steady in your memory -...
Sunday 22nd October 2017 4:07 pm
She shimmers gold as barley
hands firm on trembling thighs
in landscapes insignificant
where painted memories dry
the meadow fills all senses
where they’d laid the grass pressed down
her soft wrists under palms
flesh opened like a silken gown
stretching low he holds the earth
like god made mortal now comes pain
and as the memory faded then
it flows ...
Sunday 22nd October 2017 10:11 am
Did you feel that stretch?
when time went soft,
expanding over us
How odd we should be here,
yet the same
But you didn't feel that stretch,
when reality got bent in...
the bulging supple arc
connecting two spaces
So time hardened again
and the world washed over,
Wednesday 8th February 2017 7:23 pm
Gave Me Up To Tears
"And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears."
— William Shakespeare, Henry V
The air tastes of mashed potatoes
When she looks into your eyes
And you look back at the fear and hurt
And she says she’s sorry for dragging you here
And you tell her it’s nothing
Even though you were complaining
That very same thing on the drive h...
Sunday 29th January 2017 9:35 pm
I’m caught up in the fog
I’ve got my hands out
Feeling my way like a blind man in a haze
Tap, tap, tapping my way along,
I don’t really know what I’m looking for
But I keep searching
I’m like a blind man fumbling in the dark
And I sometimes think I need an instruction book
So I can be flick, flick, flicking,
There are times; I ...
Wednesday 21st December 2016 8:46 pm
There’s a quiver of violins,
and a flute floats high above
the bow draws gently over
the frailties of love
A romantic interlude
the dark requiem mass
such symphony imbibe’s
all that comes to pass
Music can lament
loves loss and memory
with every moment spent
to be carried in a key
Monday 7th November 2016 7:31 am
How sick is it that I want to strip away all your new found happiness
Squeeze your memory dry of her
Rip open the healed stiches on your heart
And find myself sliding down, inch by inch
Making myself comfortable
In what is rightfully not
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:17 am
If only he hadn't had freckles.
If only he had been taller.
If only he hadn't spoken with a lisp.
If only he had liked playing football.
If only he hadn't been so shy.
If only the teachers had noticed.
If only he hadn't worn shorts.
If only he had liked pop music.
If only he had said something.
Sunday 19th June 2016 10:36 am
The pallor of the parquet floor
Brings recollections of
School, its classrooms, its corridors
Somehow the pattern pulls
Me into a journey through
Time; conjuring images
Of art and assemblies,
Of laughter and lateness,
Of parents and pupils and plans:
For a future unknown;
For escaping the lessons
And the chill of those changing rooms.
A mishmash of memories,
Monday 30th May 2016 1:18 pm
i watch it all change and i sit back here like a child watching his parents argue across the dinner table not understanding a word waiting for it to change back or change into fireworks and butterflies but i don't know if it will. Because... It's all moved on, everything moves into and out of decay the circle of life is an ouroborus much bigger than i thought it spa...
Monday 9th May 2016 5:52 am
(By Paul A M Palmer)
"There's only one way to kill it:
You have to dig it out."
It's what they recommend,
The locals: they have the knowledge.
Scrape and scrape the top, spade against
The turf and tufts of lichen and moss.
“You have to deepen the trench and then
Scrabble and search for the roots.”
Black and brown in the soily ground
Its fibrous tubes and tendril...
Saturday 7th May 2016 9:31 am
There are these nights
like clockwork I find myself
ticking up stone steps
at the lighthouse
There are these nights
cloaked in melancholy
staring out, wide-eyed
across the freezing seas of time
There are these nights
I sit, quietly, by the lens
wondering of all the other nights
I have sat quietly wondering…
A thread of light stretches backwards
through all my life
Tuesday 5th January 2016 6:10 pm
Stumbling across a hidden river
lost amongst lush greenery
where grass and stones collide
I feel my thoughts split open
the tacky pull of damp ground
the grand firmness of dry bark
and these muddy banks transporting me...
In my swirling senses
the immediate evaporates
I hear water rushing
rushing into the past
Where teenage bodies dive
and teenage bodies glide
Sunday 12th April 2015 12:03 am
Rails clack, the Indiana RR
Midnight, or after
History blares brazenly in this town--
Sleepless, sweating we toss
on a 2 inch foam mat atop
years of green plastic Walmart totes filled
with your broken dreams
You light up again from your window perch
Serpentine smoke permeates 3AM
(and me, whose a non-smoker)
Staring down at dusky Church Street
Rather plain, the way to Vill...
Friday 13th March 2015 6:04 am
We had missed the boat
And in the meantime comfort
From many a consort
I did sought,
Still your substitute
I haven't got
From the lot
On its sway has brought.
Yesterday's old flame
Has conveyed to me
Thursday 22nd January 2015 11:57 am
the night outside
he is sitting
listening to the shadows
move from room
there are edges
along the corners
of the narrowing room
where the yellow
light of the lamp
does not touch
he is tracing
along the curve
of her wrist
the snow falls
in separate time
Tuesday 13th January 2015 6:26 pm
There was you, heather, and I
this feeling of intact inside me
but so young into our lives
we've become departed,
leaving a feeling of emptiness
in my heart.
And as time continued
we've grown apart,
going in are directions
leaving nothing but a memory.
And now that we've become whole again
it seems as if this is only a dream.
A dream that i will soon awake from
but is a dream I wanna ...
Friday 24th October 2014 10:10 pm
It was Sunday morning, 1941, the 22nd of June,
The day of the growing Moon.
The country peacefully slept
While Hitler a horrible idea had kept.
Without announcing the war
He had given an order
To bomb the Soviet Republics border.
By unexpected military actions
The fascist wanted to capture all nations,
To turn the peoples into the slaves,
To fill the country with grav...
Sunday 22nd June 2014 8:39 pm
do you see in the windows, where moonlight shines
wee hands and faces against the glass?
the midnight orphans, dusty gust
carries their whispers and lullabies
of times when a stranger’s hand
pushed them inside and turned the key
and it was dark and cold
inside stray children left their dreams
in stern rooms
where now daylight invites you to ...
Thursday 5th September 2013 1:27 pm
1941, the 22nd of June,
The sky with the waning moon.
It was Sunday.
Today it’s the saddest day
In the history
Of my long-suffering country.
In the very early morning
Without any warning
Hitler broke the non-aggression pact
And my motherland was attacked.
The Great Patriotic War had started
With peaceful life the land had parted.
Many years have passed since then,
No one wants the war to repeat ...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 8:21 pm
I do not presume to judge you
Now that you are gone,
The leaf would've fallen anyway
The bird would've flown,
Taking talisman, tarot deck
And Ayn Rand tome,
On a journey to far West
Your spiritual home.
Land of parking lots and desert malls,
Skateboards on the board walks,
Beggars in the bleachers
Friday 17th May 2013 5:56 pm
Before you start reading this piece, I'd like to take your attention for one moment to remember Maggie Turner, the woman whom this piece is about. She was a firecracker of a woman and one of the most inspiring, intelligent, opinionated, caring, compassionate people I've ever known. She said what she thought and wore her heart on her sleeve. Not enough people in this world do that, and I love he...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:24 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Angel from my nightmares.
Devil from my dreams
a grey spirit that weaves
its way through my existence.
What a Dementor does to souls
or a Dalek to a human heart.
Even a superhuman heart
Just ask Logan,
a force so strong
a returning phoenix
could not reignite remnants.
I miss you.
Whatever you ...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 pm
do you remember
we placed hooks in our eyes?
waiting in our sleep
to catch the darting lies
that swam inside our heads
do you remember
we should have walked
the chrome stacked streets
that rolled like silver eels
where stub ends sailed on tarry keels
in that vanishing space between
the night clubs gaudy hush
and necessities capital morning rus...
Sunday 13th January 2013 10:51 am
as the dew dropped tulip two-steps over my tongue
so a pubic slaughter of moonbeams and drag queens
leaves so little space in-between the longing
hung, low slung, below the eaves of this curious abode
where pregnant questions await the gaunt relief
of a crucified thief who has chosen his flavour
so sure the house has fallen on the queen of the east
love thy nei...
Thursday 27th December 2012 7:12 pm
It's that time again and another new Poem is ready to be unleashed on the world. This time inspired by a photograph I took a couple of years ago in Arundel, Sussex. It has a bit of an old world feel this one which I think compliments the subject matter. Hope you enjoy it.
Ancient bridges beneath crystal waters
Rotten dark and gone to slaughter
Thursday 30th August 2012 2:06 pm
Well hello there,
It has been a long old while since I last posted and lots has happened since my last post. I have a new job and am now officially a commuter which is inspiring a large amount of material as you can imagine. I have also had one or two tragic events happen which leads me to my latest entry.
At the beginning of this month my Grandfather passed away after losing a long f...
Tuesday 29th May 2012 8:15 pm
Memory, sweet memory,
That dwells within the heart of me,
Why is it that the things I see
Are not the things that used to be.
Did I walk those wild wood ways
Of make believe and childhood plays
That once upon a time portrays?
Did I really live those days?
The faces that I used to know,
The places where I used to go,
Now like the tide ebb to an...
Friday 27th January 2012 4:18 pm
Some days, all we can do to see a wider world
is lie quietly in the sun, faces curved to sky,
watching leaves drop color and die, as clouds
paint a bleached collage of our other places.
All this radiance and warmth must surely
reach something deeper than skin,
higher than your mountains and stars,
less broken than my in-between lovers.
Yet, why does the wind winter swiftly?
Thursday 3rd November 2011 2:05 pm
These travelling shoes
walk without weary wonder
they drift past
into tangential horizons
and that is where
this wandering soul
goes off to, willing
and remembered only
by fleeted echoes
of short-memoried soles.
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Monday 19th September 2011 2:44 pm
Was it the yellow of your bright petals
or the way you danced in the breeze
that I brought you home from fields?
Was it the strength of your upright stalks
or the camaraderie, your solidarity?
There in the sun you sang hope,
songs that filled a mourning heart;
there in the wind you whispered
plaintive farewells on conflicted air-
fill this grieving with consolation.
Sunday 19th December 2010 1:32 pm
We are bathing in light,
resting from shadow,
lamenting through night.
home fires are burning
in coloured glass jars,
An afterglow of sweet memories
breaths soft contented sighs.
Moons fluid silk shimmers beyond sky.
Peppered Moth defies instinct
seeking safe illumination,
from magnetised flight.
Wednesday 15th December 2010 10:27 pm
A first kiss promise,
tangibly felt through fearful lips.
Smiling eyes offer more,
more than I could pledge.
Clutching at sunshine,
filtered through a darkened haze.
Through your gaze, expectancy
In your spoken words, urgency.
Writing down lines, where tears soak paper.
Pulling apart seams, a telling intent,
packed into a case, a delibe...
Saturday 4th December 2010 7:25 pm
‘Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep
He hath awakened from the dream of life’
Jagger tugs weeds, rakes a bed
of graveyard shale,
drags a copper wire brush
through moss lumps
gathered by the guest book
and its dew dribbled plastic bag -
there to keep the water out.
He pulls cart-wheeling cellophane
from his shin,
paints a black shadow across the ultimate stone,
Friday 1st October 2010 9:45 pm
Once in every while
it was so nice to talk to you last night,
I need to hear your smile,
so tender, sweet and light,
not so very often
but once in every while.
once I said 'I'm your man'
you replied how you wishe...
Thursday 19th August 2010 11:48 am
There is calmness
Like a Buddhist prayer
On the road
When it snows
And cars are afraid
To come down it.
There is softness
In the trees rustling
When the wind
Shakes it off
Which reminded me
Of my father
When he used
To shake off his boots
Before he stepped back inside
The front path.
And as it gets so...
Monday 11th January 2010 1:57 pm
Somewhere, nowhere, between the press of sheets and ventilator’s suck and hush, his hourglass drips. The moving mountains mark his time, his pulse, his pressure, as he slips and slides through crusts of consciousness. These walls can barely hold him now; what’s left could smudge and melt away through every crack, but for the weight of years ��" the slack tide of a fading past...
Sunday 25th January 2009 2:08 pm