Poetry Blogs (2019, Stockport Collage Poem)
Overhanging your tiredness
Ah 60’s! Too young, let’s do it again.
60’s women, short skirts, knickers
Don’t look now in Blackpool
The man selling sand is here again
What comes before?
Silent silver surfing by the sea
Falling into the past
Looking back, we see clearly.
Footprints in the sand of disbelief
Nowhere to fly across...
Monday 17th June 2019 11:00 pm
Gossip is simmering internal fathoms deep
So crazy for you I’m petrified by love
Witches watch the children cry,
As the jazz man freezes at what is here,
The Tesco Ghost floats like a butterfly
But gets stung by a speeding lorry
Freezing weapons like bullets
Then swallows wanting to come home
Leaves no more to be said
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:49 pm
Baggy trouser party I will vote for you!
Faded flowers, flowing emotions
Jumping over invisible cats
A stucco heron stalks a halting river
Three bags full, why three, why he, evil be
Evil wears many faces
Ginger Dorris offered peanuts
I bruise easily. My shelter is flimsy
And fragmented. It tastes of shallowed wounds
Sometimes it's a blessing
When a tra...
Tuesday 13th June 2017 11:12 am
Kerb crawl halt for furtive pleasures:
"I hope it's better now"
Icy as a boarding school shower
In mortal mind and nerve
A riddle is told...
What could it be no matter how I think
It is the wrong guess again!
Leaving you dumbfounded
Encoded in parrot-like movements
For April Fool's Day jokes
From day to night
Lost in Dickens, tonight is the best...
Monday 11th April 2016 10:24 pm
Shades of wooden nowheres lead to light
Have you got a light
I need light
Instead of six lagers for breakfast
I had a piece of toast
Blood, hope, words can bring peace
In transition a panting breath
birth, life, death - always struggle, always joy
and always always words
Overrated Morrissey sprawls
on sun-splashed lawns
weaving goodbye lac...
Monday 12th October 2015 10:50 pm
M60 atop Manchester's posterior cusp
Hurtling force divides and creates, binds and destroys,
Cut me slowly, cut me quick, careful now
Not too deep
Just like Concorde passing over
the viaduct with its engine vibrating
on the tracks
I'm lost. Blocked. What is hidden in the river?
The naked road is rusting away
I follow the arterial route to your heart
Monday 8th June 2015 11:02 pm
Flowers of colour under summer blue
Daisy chains bind maidens tight
Bluebells ring out their charming spell
The river's reflection may not be
what you want to see
The seasons shout hello but whisper goodbye
Spring colours into life; grey memories, white swans
I would like to wish you all well
as I can't think of anything ...
Tuesday 15th April 2014 8:56 am