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Young Man, Dancing
Quite nice, on the whole, that religious chap.
High up, apparently. (Could even be the boss;
‘Numéro Uno’, said a bodyguard.)
He gave me forty minutes;
Has some good ideas.
Drinks shandy with lunch
(‘Must keep a clear head’).
Unsurprising views on midweek sex (he is sceptical)
And Elvis impersonators (better in the North).
Unlike his autobiography,
Entitled ‘Who’...
Sunday 24th September 2023 7:18 am
Almost Famous
I’d love to try fame on for size,
check it’s not something I’d end up wanting to despise.
Happy to start on the bottom rung,
so, I get to see first-hand, how fame gets done.
I’ve been close, I’ve been almost famous,
I once shared a New York cab with Billy Ray Cyrus.*
I know vaguely the muse for Adele,
you know the one she obsessed over that didn’t go so well.
...
Friday 19th May 2023 11:47 am
Inspiration figée
Poupée de glace modelée par les regards
Figurine de lumière
Mais carcan de toile
Fuite impossible
Grâce piégée dans la création.
Monday 15th June 2020 5:34 pm
Another Version
Lips polished by the red design,
Dove eyes talk about the beauty fine,
Intricate thoughts about you in totality,
You look like an old wine…
Taking my mind to the cloud nine.
Thy lips express the cheer,
How pretty you look! I swear.
Mannequin or the celestial nymph?
To every eye you must be dear,
Precious you, simply take care.
Your eyes are the emblem of rom...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 4:06 pm
Some lines on Kangana Ranaut
Wrote a few lines on Kangana Ranaut, the bollywood celebrity, who wears too much black to look like an assassin.
So you believe, arrows are sweet;
You have made your mind not to retreat,
Not absolving me any more…
Set sail on the track and therefore,
My agony elevated, fetching me more trouble,
I am in my lonliness unable to even wobble…
Oh God! How can you be so great?
Sealing my beauti...
Saturday 9th May 2020 10:53 am
Windsor Street
Windsor Street
No bunting flutters in the breeze,
no boys and girls, dressed up so neat,
with not a scratch upon their knees.
There are no flags on Windsor Street.
There are no parties in the yard,
the sandwiches will hold no meat.
They will send no greetings card
‘from the residents of Windsor Street’.
There are no beds of scented flowers,
there are no...
Wednesday 16th May 2018 2:46 pm
This Is The News
This Is The News
You know that there are statistics
waiting to be displayed
when a BBC reporter
stands to the left of a brick wall -
and when the report’s about finance
and they’re stood out in the rain,
you know they’re going to make a pun
about saving for a rainy day.
When did the news become a vehicle
for cheap shots and sound-bites?
Where young report...
Monday 7th May 2018 5:00 pm
Big Brother TV
Everything watered down as to not offend
There's no relationship you need to mend
WHen you've got the tv as a friend
Taking comfort in Big Brother once again
Your day feels like the one before
Sick of all your slavery chores
Throw everything down on the floor
To find out celebrity whispers behind closed doors
The A to Z of who's banging who
The story of the latest murder on the news
A zi...
Saturday 5th August 2017 4:50 pm
Liquid Freedom
The flow I enjoy to come and go,
As I please with or against the breeze,
Like water flowing without the resistance,
Of opportunities for autographs or selfies
It is the privilege of the obscure majority,
To live without resistance to our liquidity,
To not owe every gratitude to new found difficulties,
I don't want fame, let me stay a minority.
Friday 19th May 2017 9:01 pm
Last Days of Panto
Christmas Day and New Year has been and gone but, the false enthusiasm is still here,
With the pan stick you plough on, because it's your duty to instill cheer,
It's just that time of year, except it's the 8th of Jan, the presents have been unwrapped, carols have been sung and the roasting tin packed away.
John Thompson nurtures his whisky hangover in the Green Room gloom,
And wonders ...
Friday 7th October 2016 3:01 pm
Celebrity Apathy
Driven sick of fame today
Fuelled by tacky magazines with nothing to say
Driven insane by things I see
Stuck in a hole by celebrity apathy
A-listers claim their right to riches
Turning them into divas and conceited bitches
Not enough to pose woodenly in front of a lens
But to sign contracts from the gullible to suit their ends
Celebrity today is purely cheap
La...
Saturday 7th February 2015 7:19 am
When All The Laughter Stops
When all the laughter stops, when it abides,
And all the tears of joy begin to dry,
When all the world looks up from aching sides,
And all the breathlessness allows a sigh.
A light, so brightly shining starts to wane,
But hidden out of sight, battles in vain.
When all the smiles are full, when they recede,
And straighten out into a furrowed frown,
When all the life in vibrancy concedes...
Tuesday 12th August 2014 10:49 pm
Amy
The breath had left her, not long ago.
Her face, pressed into the pillow
Drained black tears onto white linen.
Her fight had been lost; the long battle had ravaged her
And her iconic war paint scrawled ironic defeat in tracks
Down her pale skin onto paler sheets.
A motionless husk; as she lays there;
Her raven hair, unravelled from familiarity,
Fall's delicately on her back,
...
Friday 15th February 2013 2:27 pm
IDOL
Not much rain that month they say - May of nineteen-forty-six;
the ache of war, still in the bones, where Cregagh boys kicked tries
down at Malone and dodged the sixes from the next-door cricket pitch.
Wednesday, the twenty-second, an ordinary Belfast day,
but some alignment of the spheres, some sorcery, conspiracy of Gods,
some fate; a child was born, a boy, blue eyed, da...Wednesday 8th April 2009 1:28 am
High-life-low-life
Annabel and Dave are sorted
toast the life they always courted
with Johnny Walker Black (imported)
by a geezer in Gibraltar.
Dave’s new boat’s a thirty footer
cowhide seats as soft as butter
room to practice with his putter
cruising down to Malta.
Made his pile in double glazing
take and margins just amazing
dreams of days of golf and lazing
on the Costa’s beac...
Monday 2nd February 2009 3:19 pm
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