Poetry Blogs (2014, childhood)
trevor homer on TAKE BACK MANCHESTER [on the anniversary of the Peterloo massacre] (42 minutes ago)
The dirty dark blue overcoat
Had long since seen a better day
A hard life, over sixty years
Has him set in his own way
Guardian of suburban parkland
Where all the Children play
The eyesight of a shithouse rat
From the days when he wore khaki
Remembers Dunkirk and it’s beach
Queuing up still makes him narky
The Kids know not to mess with him
Because He’s the Lo...
Monday 22nd September 2014 8:27 pm
I cried for your life
Grieving not only
For what I lost
But for all that you
Had taken from you
You deserved a fairer chance
To be, to live
I wanted those things for you
I wrote you a letter, once
When I was twelve, perhaps
It was less than a year
After your death
It may have been the day
Before cynicism reared
It's ugly head
Taking hold of my...
Monday 14th July 2014 10:06 pm
As I bask in the sun
The rain starts to fall
Droplets find the ground like silver
I am filled with childish wonder
Awaiting the magic, it appears
The colours bring my world
My sky awakens
To excite me from within
I seek to find my utopia
Not for the riches of wealth
Only for the affirmation
Are you looking for me?
You will find me at the e...
Sunday 6th July 2014 6:50 pm
A sound that penetrates
The hearts of all around.
Her heart explodes
She crumbles to the ground.
Her childhood stolen
With the burst of a pea.
Gone forever, gone
Her brain not meant to be.
The love stops here
A cry for help.
Come back to her
The child needs yo...
Friday 27th June 2014 8:52 pm
Father's very strict, mother's very weak
Beatings too harsh for a daughter of only 3
You wished that I had died Daddy
You even said it out loud
but i loved you anyhow
Forbidden to walk on the carpet
I was just not good enough
I've tried to fulfill your wishes Daddy
Fifteen times I tried somehow
I ran under buses, in front of cars even.
I took hundreds of pills Daddy...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 1:38 am
My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house
And grief introduced itself
Melancholic and wounded
It hunched in the corner of the room
She fed him her loving eyes
Bread in tweezers
And named him Poe
Then this sanctuary
She phoned every night
He was mending well and with the magpies...
He was in the biggest aviary...
He was set free.
Thursday 17th April 2014 1:52 am
A CHILDS EYE
Imagine a world of love and laughter
Of fun filled days and freedom till after
The tea time call or the playtime bell
Get back into line or you'll catch some hell
Imagine a world of wildness and wonder, of fun and jest
Of questions and answers and adventurous quest
When time was your own and life was a whim
To walk, to run through grass so long, to swim
Imagine a world ...
Friday 11th April 2014 3:16 pm
the flimsy frame rattles
as a doom laden bellow
pierces the smoky milk
shrieking away unwary
sailors straying close
to Yorkshires crumbling coast
like some creature
lost in torment
beneath dull yellow light
from sweet smelling
their cog wheels
turned up high
and wicks ablaze
to ward off the dark
a jigsaw unattended
its pieces spilling
Wednesday 2nd April 2014 2:13 pm
Any Winter Saturday In Nineteen Seventy
multi-coloured, sweet, cloying battenberg
taking away the bitter taste of defeat
it’s yellow and pink uniformity
In sharp contrast to the soft curves of the settee
putting ones and two’s and crosses
next to the selections on the pools
a dirty yellow stain hangs over the chair
where my father coughs and splutters on his tea
blacks and whites and ...
Sunday 2nd February 2014 7:39 pm