Poetry Blogs (2016, poetry)
With a warmth inside I'm heading home.
Shadows fall as I walk into the dark,
slowly losing the sight of my goals.
Alone, I have killed the sun,
now even the moon fears me.
No one by my side,
getting ready to give up,
opened my eyes,
I saw a light that was running towards me.
Soon a relaxing laugh followed,
in my mind it was hallowed.
The light shone brighter and brighter,
Saturday 31st December 2016 2:57 pm
Their fire is not seen for miles;
Silent, but ferocious.
They are brighter than what catches the eye.
They will be able to burn forever.
They just need their match to ignite.
Tuesday 20th December 2016 3:10 am
A year has gone by,
yet I still try,
I try to reach you,
I try to touch you,
still every attempt is a fail.
Your eyes used to be the light,
your smile used to be the way
your laughter used to be inspiring.
Now your absence is my suffering.
I endure only pain,
happiness I no longer gain,
beauty I no longer see,
I'm drowning in misery.
As days go by,
we grow apart more and more,
Friday 16th December 2016 12:10 pm
I’ve forgotten when I first read
books about John and Mary,
The Happy Train or Let’s Learn To Read
but I remember the comics
dad bought home each Saturday afternoon
from work. Bundled in his arms were
Beano, Dandy, Eagle, Hotspur, Look & Learn
and I’d devour them one at a time
and no one stopped me.
I loved the strips: Corporal Clott,
Desperate Dan, Dan...
Wednesday 14th December 2016 5:14 pm
I got used to you,
now time doesn't go by without you.
I got used to you,
that I cannot even smile when you're not around.
I got used to you using,
there's no point in whining now yet I still do it.
Can't believe what I did for you,
was I just a toy?
At least you had fun,
you had a blast,
while I slowly think of every word you said.
It hurts me to see you go,
but it hurts more when you...
Sunday 11th December 2016 4:21 pm
Why are we such cowards,
afraid to admit our feelings,
or just to say what's on our minds.
Why do we keep hiding behind masks
thinking that we are protecting the future,
always ending up as our dream's butcher.
How are we not tired of telling lies,
running off in secret playing spies,
to end up finding that love is what everyone wants before they die.
Mutual feelings are real,
Wednesday 7th December 2016 6:23 pm
Balancing my brains with bourbon in some back-ally Brooklyn bar
nighthawks that had lost hope looking for the diner, perched in a meticulous row like tin ducks on a crooked shooting gallery on Coney Island
The fella to my right was coyly flirting with a glass of miller draft, his hands embraced around but not to tight, so that it didn’t slip through his fingersas the love of a good woman once ...
Wednesday 7th December 2016 12:10 pm
Dream State Of Mind
Maybe this is a dream
All I know is I don't wanna go back to reality
A cotton-candy blue and pink sunrise, a beautiful color scheme
Everything's sweeter here, I'm oblivious to my problems and I'm carefree
Laying under a bridge, graffiti tags, remnants of troubled soul's past, lit by a sunbeam
In front of me, I see water blue as the baltic sea
Breathing the air warms my...
Monday 5th December 2016 7:36 pm
Last night you held my skin between your fingertips;
You washed slow kisses upon my parted lips.
Last night you drew circles across my across my thighs, upon my naked knee;
And gave your closeness to me.
Last night you left lotus-marks upon my throat,
Your eyes seethed against mine, where I had grown remote.
Last night the night lengthened to conceal in billows of silk bliss
The aching me...
Monday 28th November 2016 4:05 pm
Very surely I’ve been remiss
To imagine you, darling, like this!
Oh, the melded hours have cruelly conspired
To strand me in ecstasies of longing—which I so desired!—
To abandon me to oceans of thoughts of your kiss—
It’s a breathless caress, plunged in the shuddering abyss;
Oh, darling, what bitter elation—what horrible bliss!
I’ve made lists which contain nothing but your name!
And of ...
Tuesday 22nd November 2016 4:08 am
The other night I dreamt a strange dream of a fish that I’ve been thinking about ever since
What follows below are the events.
The fish was long and silver and it lay in my arms swaddled in cloth like a child
(The fish had no name).
And though I was repulsed by it I felt deeply that it needed affection, and
Perhaps I needed the same.
So I held the fish in my arms and though it did not sp...
Friday 18th November 2016 3:34 pm
It is the assumption that people tend to reflect and contemplate in the dawn of the night
When noones awake to hear the sorrow in your sobs
When it's too dark to see the weakness in your eyes
And your lonliness enables your imprisoned vulnerability to surface
But what happens when this negativity suddenly seep its way into the happenings of your everyday life
When these mor...
Wednesday 16th November 2016 8:36 pm
I love too fast; I want too much.
I’m awake late at night when I think of your touch—
It isn’t a virtue, I couldn’t call it such
I’m a fool; it’s a burden I must carry.
And you’re right to be wary.
I’d even call myself very
Very vain, full of airs
Caught in so many affairs—
Maybe two—maybe more.
Maybe four—it’s not true
I want you,
Won’t you kiss me?
Won’t you ever ever miss me?
Sunday 13th November 2016 12:57 am
You do not go from me violently;
No, but silently I comprehend that—I must forget.
You do not leave me with stentorian curses,
But with empty pages of sorrow; of
Now I face the days of losing you
And nights of spite.
But it is indistinct, reluctant, and not obtrusive, almost translucent;
It is light.
No, you do not leave me in bitter torment,
But only a little out of bre...
Saturday 12th November 2016 2:07 am
Where is my home, among these mountains?
That stretch faded and indigo blue,
From sky to sky?
That night become dark, and offer refuge to
The wistful whisper;
The bitter cry?
Did I come here to live—or come back to die?
In these mountains that I loved
Oh, it’s still, it’s still unknown,
To me, where—where is my home.
Where is my home among these mountains?
Where I lived and where I gr...
Friday 11th November 2016 5:10 pm
Out of all the people I know
none really know me
every time I meet someone new
I put on a face for someone to see
But I have just met someone
who figured out the truth
Ans all the things I always feared and never followed through
and guess what
they didn't see me as a threat
they loved my personality
the moment that we met
we had the fears and they deemed just...
Friday 21st October 2016 5:42 pm
Black, black is all I see
is this reality or but another dream
I'm on a path or is it a maze
a light will flicker but it will quickly fade
leaving me in a dark lonely haze
what have I done where will I turn
I even question myself will you ever learn
up to this point, I haven't learned a bit
my life is still in a deep dark pit
drug away from life and joy...
Wednesday 12th October 2016 4:05 pm
Trust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility - without errors, mistakes or fuck ups. How do we trust others when we can't even trust ourselves .. If the potential gain outweighs the potential risk we're likely to oblige. Whether the repercussions be momentary or long standing, we're going to indulge in whatever we feel is beneficia...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 8:40 pm
The twinkle in the stars
the whisper in the wind
climb a tall tree
and sit on a limb
sit there and think
let your mind go wild
finally, I was free
but for just a little while
listen to the coyotes
howling by the tracks
and listen to the river
flowing in the back
listen to the leaves rustling in the wind
look at the owl
trying to fly
Friday 7th October 2016 1:48 pm
I knew from the start
not to leave the house
the snow was falling
and the wind was howling
I knew after a while
I was going too fast
while flying around a corner
I tried to let off the gas
I knew at that moment
that there would be pain
I thought of the physical stuff
not the pain that would make me go insane
I knew when it hit me
that it r...
Thursday 6th October 2016 7:26 pm
Summer has passed and autumn is rolling in - which means the SoapBox Poetry Club is back. Our regular poetry night held at the John Peel Centre, on the last Wednesday of the month, features a nationally renowned poet as a headliner, two local poets and one musician in support. We book exciting, passionate and political young poets. Those at the forefront of poetry in the UK. The kind of writers an...
Friday 23rd September 2016 12:43 pm
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A brief preview is available for all three of my books on the website itself. Please buy a copy now and support ...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 10:49 am
Monday 29th August 2016 1:05 pm
Spent shell casings everywhere
gleaming in the July sun
bodies of three martyrs lie
victims of a German gun
Italy is crying now
see how fast the tears run.
Three priests in nineteen forty four
slaughtered by the devil’s hand
innocent of all misdeeds
outrage sweeps throughout the land...
Sunday 7th August 2016 10:50 am
I've never seen this look in your eye,
It's over, finally, it's over
And we hold that truth deep inside
Hold me tighter than you ever have,
Kiss me sweeter and love me harder.
And we will cry,
But it's ok.
We're not broken,
And even if we are,
From tomorrow on, I'll carry every piece of us With me in my soul.
So give me one last memory,
Friday 5th August 2016 6:31 pm
We all couldn't wait
To grow up, to get out
To fully understand
What the world was about
Only to find
On the other side
The beauty we saw
As a child, had died
The day turned to night
The blue turned to gray
The innocence of life
Had faded away.
So many dreams
Now seem cast down
Remember when difficult
Meant choosing marker or crayon?
Thursday 4th August 2016 2:55 pm
We're always looking,
For the next thing,
We miss the things
That really matter
Only to find
At the end
Of our lives
That we've never
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 3:23 pm
Staring blank-faced at each other
From across the room
The space between us, a few feet,
Feels as a thousand miles now
The tears tore through the facade
That we wore for so long
Telling ourselves "we're ok"
We were dead long ago
We were only being buried now.
How did we get here?
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 3:45 pm
My Misses has a mistress
She comes here then and now
She always sneaks in quietly
And when she leaves she's loud
She lives here some nights
On the other side of the bed
She stays here with my misses
She lives inside her head
I watch her leech away her life
She slyly steals her smile
And when she wants to make love
She takes my misses for a while
She didn't come ...
Monday 1st August 2016 2:27 pm
Is the high worth the pain?
Or for the sunshine is the rain?
Stuck between this world and yours,
Both of my feet in different doors.
Quiet and desolate desert night,
My soul thirsts for your love's light
Restless and weary as I lay, Far away, Far away.
The whistling wind and blowing breeze,
The moon, it sets my mind at ease
The sun radiates through my soul,
Tuesday 26th July 2016 4:01 pm
love the sound of crackle
I adore the sound of hiss
People thought it was a dying trend
But its a sound I'll never miss
The sound of a new vinyl
Is a sound I love to hear
So pull yourself up real close
And lend me your ear
Now some people like jazz
And others like rock
But the only time I get sad
Is when my records are outta stock
So if you see me playing records
Don't look at ...
Thursday 21st July 2016 5:09 pm
I remember the late nights I lay awake thinking about you.
The way you looked at me when I was heavily intoxicated.
You were laughing.
Not the “I’m sorry for you laughing”
But the genuine laughing.
(With a smile that could light up the world)
The memory makes me think we dated
But that’s a silly thought.
So many of my thoughts surrounded you.
Wednesday 20th July 2016 9:44 pm
The sad little man with the bulging face,
his sense of victory is Britain’s disgrace.
Voting out tolerance, electing hatred in its place,
by reducing complex issues into ones of race.
“The war is over, and we have won,”
says the phoney, slimy, suited hooligan,
knowing full well the conflict has just begun –
all hail our unelected pound-shop Napoleon.
As he soaks u...
Monday 4th July 2016 7:04 pm
There was a monk
well, a former monk
and he was handing out free cups of tea
As he did he spoke of
and letting go of material possessions.
I took him up on his offer and we conversed
but then he asked me about my job
and I ashamedly admitted that I felt down
I work for a corporation
but he held me in a s...
Sunday 12th June 2016 9:45 pm
A Loan Man stands
Awkwardly in a conference room
Through corrugated glass slats
Cracks reveal stacks
of printer paper, standard size
Promising- so bright and white
Taller than he
Behind which he hides.
Closes his eyes.
Hand to forehead
Elbow to stack
A prayer recited: "Is it five o'clock yet?"
"Somewhere", he thinks
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:56 pm
From the front of the conference room
He wraps us in a voice born of the pulpit
Buttery and gravelly and low
He floats down from the makeshift stage
Tells of the flying fish
Gives us magic sunglasses
So we can see through water
He's here to talk about new eyes
To see what under(lies)
He's selling a new language
In it, we write our morality on the wall...
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:52 pm
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
A sharp stick
In rough hands
To make bodies temples
Over wood fires
Quietly smokes rise
(and thanking, we ate)
Today struggle becomes clammy fingertips
The slick touch
Of some ancient bones
That time had turned to sludge
Always making new temples...
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:42 pm
Anything and everything is what I want
Life and love is just for us
Like Kings and queens jealousy is unjust
suspicious trust patience has no rush
Like the talented and Gifted
On a impossible mission
To find someone with the purest of intentions
Thursday 9th June 2016 3:25 am
"Dear Bob Dylan is a collection of letters written over a ten year span. The letters encompass a literary endeavor by the author as a means to hone her voice without boundaries, to express all that is insoluble and alive in her life and like any philosophy, lend to a new perspective for friends, fans and critics alike."
I am thrilled to announce the publication of Dear Bob Dylan. Currently ava...
Sunday 5th June 2016 1:59 am
Sunrise lover from
Soft, warm darkness.
Light filters in at sunrise and
Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling.
As the room brightens, his form slowly comes into being,
Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.
Smooth, soft, dark and lovely.
I lie with him, my face resting against his.
In the half light I can just make out
His eyelashes, resting on hi...
Saturday 4th June 2016 3:50 pm
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
LEARNING TO DANCE.
When I was young I learned to dance.
Early on I took the chance to swerve,
To have the nerve to move my hips,
Have the balls to move my lips and shout.
There never was a moment of doubt
I would be the one to blame.
I would have a claim to fame.
I would be the one who’s always brash.
I would be just Northern trash, with attitude.
The one who’s r...
Sunday 29th May 2016 2:11 pm
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
Do not fear the light of the dying star for it will yield no pain.
It is mortal, it is ended.
Fading out like the dimming of the candle, then extinguished, forever.
No light shall ever again grace these barren lands
As dust forever billows across its scarred surface
And drinks its voluptuous seas.
Like a standing ovation,
Thursday 26th May 2016 8:44 pm
Thursday 26th May 2016 6:03 am
My interview with the artist Melanie Manchot for Brighton's Radio Reverb. You can hear me talking about the back story to Zones of Avoidance which won the 2013 Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry
Sunday 22nd May 2016 2:23 pm
Sunday 22nd May 2016 9:23 am
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Sunday 15th May 2016 7:02 am
There is a time to please, to appease, to apologise
For the tease, for existence
To apologise for the breasts, and the audacity
To want ownership, to be landed gentry of the manger
To pray less than politely for a lack of invitation from
The testosterone laden entitlement
When you trust him, the deceit still sits
In that firm space between gender specifications and stereot...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:40 pm
I fly the birds around this place
We chat amongst the trees
The wildlife up in this place
Contains a rainbow breeze.
The truth rises to the top
A quiet frozen mountain
I fly my birds up to the top
To chat and to surround it.
Discussing the monopoly,
Folks with greed in mind--
I'm the messenger of truth
Sending my birds to fly.
The Greed-ridden dictators
Thursday 14th April 2016 5:18 am