Poetry Blogs (2018, new year)
(A poem for the turning of the year, taken from my 2013 collection A Long Way to Fall. The artwork that accompanies it is by the late great songwriter and social chronicler, Graeme Miles)
Out of the smoke of a candle flame
lit to mark the turning of the year
I rise, wreathe soot and feathers for my cloak.
Bright eyes flash long-forgotten glimmers, sparks
of peoples who’ve spun ghosts...
Monday 1st January 2018 10:29 pm
new year, new me
new year, same old shit, same broken me.
the games they play will never change
the lies they tell will only grow in numbers
and every one
will erode at my happiness
and reduce what could have been mountains
down to only dirt.
i am broken
i used to be
i try to be
Monday 1st January 2018 6:57 pm
Forsaking Auld Lang Syne
The city centre puddles
reflect fireworks in the sky
Christmas wrapping paper
soaks up the deluge
like a homeless sleeping bag.
Dustbins overflow with leftovers
oiled with greasy greed.
A bottle of wine splatters against
the multi-storey car park wall,
vomited from the throat
of opulence at midnight.
Sunday 1st January 2017 7:53 pm
Sunday 1st January 2017 6:10 pm
New year, New year resolution
Gotta be strong, want absolution
This year I'm going to lose some weight
But what will I do without my cake?
Carrot cake, is that one of my 5 a day?
That areas always been kinda grey
And New York cheesecake, that's not so bad
Without the cheese it could be a new fad
Lovely and rich, chocolate fudge
Keep eating that and the weight w...
Friday 13th February 2015 4:08 pm
Cronos (The Reaper)
I wait round corners where the air is still,
in darkened alleys wet with winter snow,
the places only fools and dreamers go.
You will not see me, but will feel my chill
on exposed places where the ice will spill
and with each prickle you will surely know
that, soon, the ancient blizzard wind will blow
and bring the reaper with it for the kill.
For I am called from so...
Monday 5th January 2015 7:13 pm
A cascade of sparks
exploding in the blackness
of a revellers sky
like bright tears.
Crying for the homeless
sat where the light
in cardboard boxes.
Damp and cold
while a flaming wheel
greets the crescent moon
as it circles.
of the turning year.
Out with the old and needy,
in with the bright young thin...
Thursday 1st January 2015 9:22 pm
In less than an hour it will be 1997.
In this short time do you remember?
Do you shrug off the past to make way for the future
or do you hold on to the dying year
seeing every minute disappear before your eyes?
On this, the last day we have been covered by snow
and frozen by the cold as the old God Cronus turns
his hour glass over for another year.
Wednesday 26th February 2014 5:41 pm
New Beginnings (by Mel)
So here we stand once again
With an opportunity to start afresh.
Oh what joy this brings to my heart.
To let go of the past,
And to start a new chapter.
Allowing Love, Happiness and Peace
Into our hearts.
Filling our S...
Wednesday 9th January 2013 12:22 am
Tuesday 1st January 2013 11:52 pm
BACK O' PUB
We went into the pub's beer garden to see the illegal vodka factory run by Eastern Europeans.
We dance madly around their lorry and sing, "Give us a drink! We're parched like the Gobi Desert. Don't you know, we drank the pub dry?...
Thursday 5th January 2012 3:18 pm
I’ll put on the table a New Year tree,
The smell of pine needles will fill my flat.
Champagne, chocolate…and I’ll start my spree,
With three candles I’ll chat.
These candles will be my spiritual world,
The lonely party is always free.
My heart will be twirled and purled,
Curse of troubles these candles will be.
With champagne I’ll fill the cryst...
Friday 30th December 2011 10:53 pm
That Hogmanay, that blissful distant winter
Along by Brighton Pier, we went to wander.
Resolutions made, we roamed on, rambling
Past the hulks of trundling traffic rumbling.
With no breath of heavy weather brewing,
Sea was millpond still, with no wind blowing;
Mild midwinter sun, echoing summer,
Sparkled on the swell, all silken shimmer.
Squawking seagulls ...
Friday 30th December 2011 2:52 pm
Not faint or fool to harsh regret,
No guilty feelings come to call,
The cards once dealt I seize and play,
And win or lose I love them all.
Contempt’s contentment stills the soul,
As bitter herbs the palate pall,
But better still to crush the doubt,
And blame the serpent for the fall.
This tapestry we call our lives,
Thursday 29th December 2011 9:31 am
A NEW YEAR
Here comes the New Year, ever so fast,
a virgin time for us to play with!
What will happen? Will it be full of triumph
and tragedy like the last one,
or will it be a permanent high?
I think it will be a bit of both as it nearly always is.
Will you make any promises to yourself for this New Year?
It’s completely up to you. As for me ill stic...
Sunday 23rd October 2011 1:06 pm
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