Poetry Blogs (2019, collage poem)
Nicola Beckett on Stay with me (5 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on Out of reach (6 hours ago)
At least 80
If I see tomorrow
I shall see the sunrise
The settlements were fragile,
Yet at the same time, strong
A descent into madness –
Resurfacing at Thursday Club
I’m always happy to stop for a hitchhiker
Over the years I’ve had
Elvis Presley and Lord Lucan as passengers
But everyone thinks I’m lying
Slender Man, Enderman, carrying things,...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 10:41 am
Don’t pick up hitch-hikers
Whether at high noon
Or covered in red petals and blood
Dreaming of American skies
Trusted positions to make you relax
Be careful not to mention the Karma Sutra
Or a mobile phone will ring
Or a bluebird sing
Basildon bonds & lined paper
Snowflakes fall between the lines, melting
Oh Walter, dear husband of mine
Tuesday 10th September 2019 11:08 am
Boris lurks in clever Grecian lines
Pernod! Demos, oher!
I met her on Tinder, Medusa, she said she was Greek
Now I am stood here with a statue of Apollo
Bandaged babies, lepers and bikes
Refrain, refrain, rain
Boris Johnson is trashing
Davey’s wine bar,
Demis Roussos is singing ‘Do you
Think I’m sexy?’ to Angie and Dave
See the sea, let the wi...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 8:25 am
Man Ray’s aggravated coffee sneaked
A glance at the new frontier
Thumbs up, India’s best lemonade,
Top of the pops!
An organised death takes Aunt beyond black
Rehydrate the astronaut. The sun approaches.
Whilst cleaning, it’s important to scrub
Behind the fridge.
Catacombs holding rooms in mind of carefully
Packed past chapters.
A bank, some bleach, a b...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 9:39 am
Silence, echoes, look at the colours
And Distant Distractions
Minks and stoles all of this reminds me of you
Silver hunter's knife
Overseer left mute
Soiled aliens desperate in Heaton Moor
Park stumble on a Mel
Inside the man bag, inside the wardrobe
Inside the mind, a voice, a naked voice
Lost in the wardrobe, he looked for
Monday 11th March 2019 10:16 pm
Helix barriers all over the world
Riddles flow through digital death traps
What is a man now with no cheap cigars
A mad dead love of afterthoughts gone
Mad Tony's hologram cycles around the
Lanes of South Wales as Alexa
Shouts "Give us 20 pence!"
Ooh! I can see Winnie the Pooh
In The wardrobe!
The candle, the book, and the wardrobe;
Wet washing and dag...
Monday 11th February 2019 11:06 pm