Poetry Blogs (2019, earth)
John Coopey on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (2 hours ago)
Don Matthews on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (3 hours ago)
M.C. Newberry on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (3 hours ago)
He is the blue earth
But with oceans too deep to explore
I am his sun
But he needs the warmth of my core to survive
- To thrive
I chase him right round infinitely
For he will only let my light shine
Half of the time
Friday 11th January 2019 12:15 am
You see the USA and UK
Having pride for our race
When really, we are a disgrace
But the truth always is the hardest thing to face
We hurt the world that gave us life
Proving our greed has no price
We are a plague upon the earth
Taking it for all that it is worth
Money comes before conservation
Because nothing is worth it, without gaining a sum
Disguising our greed as caring for what's ...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 1:36 pm
everyone be hearing us.
What an exciting life you lead,
cosmic superhuman centipede.
I’m Centric G pause for the D:
ejaculating antiquating - even thoughts dilapidated.
You should go through twice
extinguish anguish from your life
cosmic zombie souls are sliced.
rubbing Atlas, struggled rolling
Monday 6th August 2018 9:31 pm
Her hair covered
Her head down
A baby in the push chair
Not one familiar place around.
The shop girl served her,
Speaking loud and slow
The lady understood
What their was to know.
I sensed a patronising tone,
As the shop girl spoke
The lady didn’t realise
The condensation invoked.
The man with the tattoos
Stared and screwed up his face...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 10:49 pm
Condemning the evil that I clearly see
Condemning the evil inside of me
And you, and every politician priest and Jew
No I’m not antisemitic
So stop with that rhetoric
I’m anti elitist anti inequality
anti facilitating systems that suppress autonomy
It’s just a continuation
of the rise and fall of nations
Empires shifting to the west
They leave destruction a...
Thursday 24th May 2018 10:13 am
“ …. every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness” (Beckett)
Be born, live, cry, die; always cry.
I am not on Earth
to fail to exist,
or any other madman's fantasy.
Sammy found something
Eat, move, create, decay;
earthen in earth
for the Archaeologis...
Thursday 21st December 2017 12:29 am
This is an attempt to capture the alien strangeness of the Nullarbor Plain which borders the Great Australian Bight. Despite its name it has plenty of hardy trees in places, but no surface water whatsoever. It is a totally flat expanse of bedrock almost seven hundred miles wide, and I have driven every inch of it!
The Traveller's Eye
O the light flows quickly over this blasted plain,...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:24 pm
They say 5 a day and a number of vaccines are what you need to be healthy
They say that cancer can't be cured and that a plant should be outlawed, but what's the reality
They say we need to go to war but we've heard it all before, and it's not how it should be
They say we need to vote so get in line, as if we have a choice this time, they act like we'...
Thursday 4th May 2017 1:20 am
This poem, from many years ago, is a fantasy about the liminal stage of a rite of passage. Looking back, I can see Celtic sensibility here that I was previously unaware of.
A Man I Know
A man I know stood beside me.
Looking up at paradise birds
he reflected their colours
with steel eyes in blinding
he began to speak:
Friday 10th February 2017 12:25 pm
The shadows of smudges showing through
Poised over the earth to correct the simplest of mistakes
Balanced perfectly above a tiny peak
Frantically Orbiting all of existence
Waiting to smear words without resistance
Blank, it waits to pull restraints
Exhaling the tides
Ridding the lies the sea portrays
Constantly drifting away
Longing to erase what I ...
Monday 19th December 2016 8:03 am
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
Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.
Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
Monday 25th April 2016 5:27 am
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:20 pm
I’ve left my clomping prints on every shore
since Africa was Eden in my youth.
The sand will bear my dent for evermore.
I chewed-up gum-trees with my baby jaw
and bit the dry red heart with my first tooth.
I’ve left my clomping prints on every shore.
Europe roused my growing thirst for war.
Her spirit fired me up, one hundred proof.
The sand will bear my dent for evermore.
Thursday 10th December 2015 10:17 am
At one degree the western plains
of the US will be starved of rain,
Bankrupted farmers will pack up and flee
as desert restakes its claim.
There'll be no ice cap on the Arctic,
we'll lose the rivers of Kilimanjaro,
and frost that keeps the Alps secure
won't do it any more.
The Barrier Reef will bleach and die,
mountain animals will reach the sky
chasing the cool, and those that can't f...
Saturday 17th October 2015 1:30 pm
Drifting high on a gentle breeze
and grazing the tops of lofty trees,
watching below, all the people move
but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.
Floating higher and into the clouds,
the sultry silence so deafeningly loud.
Throbbing pulse of a beating heart
as atoms pull; trying to drift apart.
Looking down upon an ailing world
with colourful rags held hig...
Monday 22nd June 2015 6:27 pm
Trisha M. Hopkins
The day you begin to live
Is the day you start to die
Things you see aren't what you believe
Even the first tear you cry
Is already the thing of the past
The hardest you try
You cant make the day last
The day you take your first breath
Is the day you gasp for air
Trying to figure out whats next
The sound of angels is what you hear
Before you know it you're...
Sunday 8th February 2015 11:35 pm
Everything that will happen has already happened.
This rain is making the grass greener and
these diseased birds are eating the garbage
from the ground. God continues to text us
encouragement although standard messaging fees apply.
The streetlights will turn green even if
no one is there to drive away,
the bread will turn bad in the freezer
no matter how tightly you wrap it,
and I have...
Monday 19th May 2014 9:15 pm
TIMES BROKEN ARROW
And the world keeps rocking to the sound of the void
Spinning through time, a pirouette we can't avoid
And what have you done today
Did the fool on his errand slip by
Did you have much to say
As his time in your life seemed to fly
And the world keeps spinning into uncertain futures
The wounds in it's crust needing serious sutures
And what have you done today
Wednesday 12th March 2014 2:18 am
The sun will never rise again,
although its early morning stain
still paints the heavens with a hue
of orange, red and purple. Few
will listen to my sad refrain.
I studied long, no doubts remain.
Though saying so risks Papal chain
for claiming this heresy true.
The sun will never rise again.
Look to the skies a...
Thursday 7th March 2013 11:49 am
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:04 pm
Watch silently as earthly rumbles deep,
And as the world below drifts off to sleep,
A ghostly peak, refreshed beyond the glare.
Beauty in the vast, unparalleled,
Iridescent on one side of two,
Overcoat, to cast off; overdue,
Tremble underneath where others dwelled.
Tyrants roam, to crumble at their feet,
Crushed, reanimated in the well.
Tuesday 15th January 2013 9:38 pm
This is the shell
I am only Human
So is he
So is she
Comprehension wants to know something of the perception.
I am not perfect
The devil strives for perfection.
What do we have to do
Who tested you?
They've been watching me ever since.
Capable of being alive.
Spiritually I am visiting you.
I am jumping around the universe from p...
Friday 1st June 2012 8:42 pm
You're so violently pretty
with that flower on your hat
You're so arrogant and sweet
it stops me from catching breath
How could universe had chosen me
to sew it's starlit magic net?
When I hold you - we fly
back home to Planet Earth
Tuesday 17th January 2012 9:26 pm
If we could look at the earth in a few thousand years from now,
we would see a nightmare vision. A planet ravaged by massive ice flows,
poisonous radiation storms and acidic oceans.
A naive mankind has done this. Now man has gone underground, far below
the poison and the cold.
It will be ten thousand years before he ventures forth again. Now he l...
Wednesday 28th December 2011 1:46 pm
Moonsister, earth goddess,
The sky awaits you, your
searching gaze pauses the
Does your heart beat in
time with nature or do you
listen to the wind for your
name being called?
Monday 26th December 2011 3:29 pm
It is clear that when push comes to shove,
The solution to strife's not above:
It's right here on Earth,
With each precious child's birth;
That the only way forward's with
Friday 23rd December 2011 11:56 am
Man must care for Earth's estate
There lie his origins...and his fate.
Thursday 17th November 2011 3:19 pm
Walk softly, the old woman said.
Leave nothing disturbed.
Children and warriors knelt near campfires
to be warmed by the wisdom of her life.
They left no path through green woods;
thanked Mother Earth when they hunted;
prayed the good soil of their bones
would replenish what was taken.
I think of my ancestors when I walk in forests.
I think how this land must have been gracef...
Thursday 3rd November 2011 2:08 pm
Artist supporting Artist
Not under the radar
But above it.
Artist supporting artist
Paintings on the wall
Not hanging by a thread
Not hung at all
But painted onto it.
The wall being the backdrop
On which the artisan paints
The back ground
For every artist’s palette.
Lines and hills
Dips and gullies
Monday 23rd November 2009 4:42 pm
Trees with dark green leaves
Pock-mark the urban landscape
Like beauteous sores. Oases
In an otherwise unblemished bleakness
Out of place in their naturalness
Rooted in the brown earth
Amid the artificially stunted grass
With an innocent hedge there misplaced.
Trees casting their shadow
Providing shade from the sunlight
That gives them their strength and colour
A contrast heig...
Monday 16th November 2009 5:00 pm