Poetry Blogs (2019, youth)
The complication of those earrings
the texture of the paint around your eyes
the sun's highlights in your hair
The redness of those parting lips
such belief in everything we said
the pristine shape of your nose
Lying on the roof
your head close to my heart
summer blushing the sky
weren't we beautiful
weren't we beautiful then
Nothing to fret about
just prolong the passing day
Tuesday 20th August 2019 5:33 pm
How I long to sleep tonight
forget these thoughts
Ease my body free
of anxiety and worry
but the more I try
the more I fail
I fidget fast, roll in frustration
cursing my debt
and conversations that won't end
Where are those waves of darkness
when will they wash my brain
Where is that tide of sleep
Six hours now
Wednesday 19th June 2019 9:23 pm
Off Old Cork road, as you turn into Midleton, rest
stacks of life-saving re-treads. They wait, un-like us
who have ‘Buckley’s Chance’ of reliving their youth.
The largest lay prepared, size neatly stacked,
image-ready, resigned, proudly age un-marked
claiming their fair share of the dumping ground.
Smaller circles know their corporate place, are th...
Saturday 16th March 2019 1:34 am
In his dad's pickup
There to pick you up
You watched from your bedroom window.
He parked right where last year
The maple tree fell during a storm
And Dad called you down.
In a striped blue skirt and a navy sweater
You flew down the stairs
There he was, and together
You climbed into the pickup.
He gave you his hand
You were small, and it was high up.
After the mo...
Friday 8th March 2019 1:32 pm
September is for lovers, I find comfort in the covers cuddled up next to you, maybe too much so because sometimes I even drool, dancing on the couch and watching tv, I love the way you lay your eyes on me, holding hands and taking walks, you're always laughing at my mismatched socks, with you I know I will always feel good enough.
Friday 21st September 2018 7:57 pm
With eyes closed
I'm morning mellow
Survived another crash
the screech of a derailment
isn't mine this time
but it only gets later
in the day of my life
my luck must be spilling out
soon to all be spilled
Morning mellow, with eyes closed
at thirty seven
Beyond the pane
summer wind rips
licks at the glass
makes me feel small
and safe, for now
Tuesday 19th June 2018 11:46 pm
Has anybody seen my youth?
i left it here I could have sworn
I've looked in the loft
and I've looked in the shed
I've even looked underneath the bed
I've been round to the neighbours to see if its there
and I've looked in the cupboard under the stair
I've searched in every nook and cranny
I'm telling you this is really uncanny
because all at once I looked and it was gone
Just like those ...
Thursday 24th May 2018 8:44 pm
Angry confused divided and misdirected
With morality low and aggressiveness high
Shallow and impulsive realms of perspective
Violence and crime progressively worsening
The streets set the scene for these men to rehearse in
Society eludes a self destructive way of life
& some young men savagely taken by the pierce of a knife
Where art thou compassion, you’ve lost your empa...
Thursday 24th May 2018 10:30 am
The Imperfect Gardener
Someone once said, long ago or last week,
that it's futile on a finite and populous planet
to seek a truth, or a finely polished apple,
in the still-life-on-canvas we daily behold,
and by such uncouth behaviour
we are mostly confounded, and fail to grapple.
So we're prisoners here, in uncounted millions,
unable to leap high or fast enough to...
Sunday 5th November 2017 1:25 am
here’s to the afterlife —
what fate does the day after The Last Day hold?
doubt consumes man’s faith .
down into the depths of the pit
my mind descends ,
down to the caverns ,
the walls closing in .
the light dwindles ,
crushed under the weight of this apparent reality .
hopeless and helpless ,
lonely and tired .
beaten down by the endless sorrow .
Wednesday 11th October 2017 11:45 pm
Youth once again
beats in my heart
With the mystery of you
The man of my dreams
comes to me in words
on a page
So sweet and tender
to you my sweet one
I will walk the path
of innocence once again
I would love to take
your words away
with my beauty
Tuesday 5th September 2017 2:05 am
You asked if this was okay
But I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth
didn't possess the words to say
this is so much more
It just didn't seem to roll off my tongue the way mine rolled over yours
There wasn't enough time to explain the feeling of innocent euphoria I experienced with you
No way to begin to illustrate how you made me unravel at the seams like lillie...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 9:28 pm
When we were young
we raged against the storm
biting at our hormones,
engulfing our senses
and our sensibilities.
The deep penetrating
oxblood on our
Doctor Martin boots
to an indignant sheen.
split ends and acne,
Shredded Wheat moustache.
A groove worn on the chin
by pondering fingers.
Wednesday 1st February 2017 7:10 pm
As I look into the mirror
A little girl stares back at me
Her eyes twinkling eyes shining so bright
Wind is blowing her hair nice and free
Running free like a child she makes a pretty sight
Her lips twitched into a naughty smile
Radiant face brimming with life
Her eyes shine with unfulfilled dreams
No worries no fear no signs of strife
I am mesmerized by her innocence...
Monday 9th January 2017 10:26 am
By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria
Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:44 pm
The night blossoms
as Charlemagne reaches
through the speakers
of the dusty Crosley cruiser.
Guitars rattle the shutters
of turmoil ridden hearts
and release the inner song.
The vinyl spins.
and burn as Catfish
and bottle men
cackle and dance
around the fire in our souls.
They pacify our wandering minds
and late night strolls.
In the cold,...
Sunday 14th August 2016 5:51 pm
We were nearly there
you in the driving seat
him with the map
Swan Vesta matches
Me in the back
with Giggly Sis
hippy frocks and
bright red socks
and celtic art
all off to a festival
heard about on the vine
from a bloke down the pub
with a roll up
a nose ring
dog on string
We drove between hil...
Sunday 8th May 2016 4:47 pm
Young and wrinkly
You are not getting old
But numerically you've advanced
No, you're not getting old
You're just chronologically enhanced.
You are not growing up
But of this much I am sure
To avoid growing up
We must become more immature.
We must dance until our joints creak
And sing until we can't speak,
Laugh until our lungs ache
And love until ...
Sunday 10th January 2016 10:23 am
Asleep beneath a sodium tongue,
Damp synthetic fire-licked stone,
Hand made stone,
Carpeting ugly and commodious city streets,
Voices of young men,
Smoke filled lungs and wide wild eyes,
Impatiently idea making,
Dreaming, cold-air-breathing, nights on end without closed eyes,
Some happy numbness in the fingers and toes,
All may rest ha...
Wednesday 6th January 2016 11:56 pm
Finding you wasn't hard
Although you all looked the same
Beneath ever changing skies
Stark bright and upright
Against Summer cornflower skies
Bathed in sleepy Autumn hues
Pure, under skirts of wintery slate
Did you think, at twenty two
Generations would stand here
Imagining the glory, the fear
Gripping anger and sorrow
Racing clouds allow the sun a turn
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 7:37 pm
Just a bit of fun, these poems are used in my work as part of a project using monsters as a way of inspiring young people to share an enthusiasm for writing. Can you identify the six mystery monsters?
More than just the sum of his parts
this monster stole another's heart
and his hands and feet as well
not much is his as you can tell
his head is screwed on firmly
by the bolts...
Friday 19th June 2015 10:44 am
Life is just a four letter word
Sometimes it can be so absurd
Like the broken window that just occurred
By the stone that’s thrown by the teenage nerd
Through bloodshot eyes with a vision blurred
Afraid to speak because his voice is slurred
And if he did it wouldn’t be heard
Through the itchy teeth and the tongue that’s furred
Through too much bread and lemon c...
Tuesday 2nd June 2015 8:44 pm
when did we four last meet
with doctor martins on our feet
hubble, bubble trick or treat
kiss and tell arms to greet
looks that kill in a heartbeat
concrete steps as a seat
stir the cauldron feel the heat
cool as fuck neat neat neat
no surrender no retreat
angel faces so petite
whiplash smiles sugar sweet
weird sisters of the street
Inspired By: photograph by Ri...
Friday 17th October 2014 11:42 am
Such were the joys,
When we were girls and boys,
That at night when we lay in our nest
Ready for rest,
We were no more seen
Beneath the fair moon beams.
When into play came those rosy lips,
Dews of passion arose in vapoured wisps.
As your fingers lay fitted in mine,
The faithless turned to think of the divine.
And all that was chained in depth and height,
Had broadened, freeing the so...
Tuesday 7th October 2014 6:00 am
As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.
The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.
As I gaze into the vast emptiness
Thursday 18th September 2014 11:04 am
Monday 11th August 2014 10:55 pm
You are back finally
It's been dull around here
When you said goodbye
It marred my soul
But, let's forget the past
You are here now.
She has broken my hearing
With her high velocity screams
I built a wall.
Now that you are here,
She can't bring it down.
You light my insides
Let go, see me fly;
See me young.
I'm craving ...
Wednesday 28th May 2014 12:38 am
Monday 19th May 2014 4:21 am
The photo is the poem, and it is called we can escape. It is about love and adventure.
Friday 25th April 2014 4:09 pm
in the dry grass next to The Bull
once every year the ground would shake
and scream “faster”
while our fingers grew sticky from the company we kept
here to win fish as golden as we wished
what of the gypsies
what of their king
what of the grave thrice danced around
finished with a pin?
Saturday 22nd February 2014 7:16 pm
The Dee Jay sets the beat
Ah, those youthful days of discothèques
Of short skirts and dancing girls
At the club down Oxford Street
Wide collared shirts
And tapered flares
We’d check out the gorgeous girls
Every girl was a beauty
And every chat up line was good
Though they didn’t always work as well as they should
Thursday 26th September 2013 4:00 am
along the length of a blue dusting lung busting puckered roof
and fingers the gaps where once there was glass
wire veined, designed to resist
a boot, a fist a flick of the wristy bone
trebuchet yet now carpeting this concrete nest
of surly youth in a crystal expression of boys
when they are bored
nowhere better then than this Park Drive smo...
Tuesday 3rd September 2013 9:37 pm
each night I sleep
entwined in the comfortable branches
of a mossy oak
by day I play
among the lissom saplings
how far I might still bend
Tuesday 16th April 2013 5:57 pm
disposed to preserve existing conditions, institutions, etc., or to restore traditional ones,
and to limit change.
Every morning on the TV – It’s just not like what it used to be
Kids these days they’ve got no clue, they RIOT, they’re not POLITE – they don’t appreciate SHITE!
In MY day - i...
Tuesday 5th February 2013 7:07 pm
I felt nothing at first.
Just the loud crack of a distant whip, the echo
Bouncing through the crumbling streets and fetid alleyways,
Painted with the stench of unintentional sacrifices
And scorched by the Middle Eastern sun.
He can see me, this one, even now,
Staring down the lens like a wayward sailor scanning distant rocks for Sirens,
Tempting him to death.
He’s watching me cr...
Sunday 27th January 2013 11:59 am
“eight Shippo’s a night youth
with a pack of No.6
loyal to the local economy
proud of where I lived,
never owned a Chopper though,
much to my chagrin,
every other Saturday
Trent End hooligan
serial movie matinees
at the ABC
a penny got the first one in
who let the others in for free
meet me at the Lions
don’t you know your left from right
Wednesday 22nd August 2012 7:43 pm
MISUNDERSTOOD Random moves and shameless dudes, Midnight shades and sullen moods. Roaming dark streets in silent hoods, Secret signs and stolen goods. A world of violence and cold, stark fear. No words to be spoken, no sounds to hear. Hiding in the shadows, in dark, dank doorways. Sneaking through alleys, in the damp winter haze. Cold empty gaze, no emotion or regret. Steal...
Sunday 8th July 2012 1:04 am
By three knowing souls
Left a vision of what could have been.
A momentary relapse,
Like Lady Macbeth, blinded
Misguided, bitter raged
Baby beaten on her breast.
Innocent youth taken
Shaken by protector.
No milk of human kindness,
To be sweetened, swallowed
Just a poisoned evil that is given at first breath.
An undone deat...
Tuesday 5th June 2012 4:43 pm
Tuesday 14th February 2012 7:01 pm
YouTube when you should be working
Distracted by dance steps
How to wear your hair in a bun
Humongous sticks of carrot
Dipped in garlic houmous
Washed down with Corona to
Commiserate missing your deadline
Europe when you dropped out of uni
Questions the time was never right for
Emailed frantically to hostels in Amsterdam
Your answers on a postcard
Tuesday 15th November 2011 10:33 pm
MY LITTLE COLD WAR
My mate sent some song lyrics to me, by some band. I read them after reading my story on my nuclear armed stealth jet being used in anger. I’m trying to make sense of the cold war I grew up in now, so many years later. It’s so crazy. The younger kids have no idea but my mate does, he’s only 21 but he tries to understand what it was like growing up under the shadow of the...
Sunday 7th August 2011 12:55 pm
Once it was a time that glowed:
turned-up collar, hurrying through glistening, early 60s streets.
A kind of muddling, room at Odsal Top,
or summat like that;
steam train always whistling in the distance
Dashing for the bus; overcoats,
shopping bags, windows steamed up,
Running the last yards from the corner,
hammering at the ...
Thursday 29th April 2010 7:32 pm