Poetry Blogs (2019, Shakespeare)
The following piece is a snippet from Buzzin Bards Manchester Poetry Anthology, submissions are still open at: https://www.localgemspoetrypress.com/buzzin-bards-poetry-anthology.html
While you’re too busy being two-faced
I’ve got one face with many layers.
Take me at face value, or take a detour,
reforged, like Ant Man upon my deep pores.
Tryna get 1UP, that’s a weak score...
Friday 2nd August 2019 11:47 am
It’s not love they play it’s another game
Where what matters is who can count the most
Playing duck and dive, surfers search for fame
Notching names upon digital bedposts
Their followers adore them with their likes
Each character praised as if from God
If their own petard hoists them onto spikes
Then surely, it’s the crowd that has turned odd.
Their ledger marking...
Saturday 27th April 2019 8:52 am
The trees still sentinel stood
their green leaves whispering
rustling gently in the wood
in the same soft breeze
and I know some summer birds
sang in their canopy
a requiem without words
'neath the same blue sky
that through every passing year
quietly watched over me
safe within Ceredig's sphere
It has been too long a time
since our firs...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 2:20 pm
Where art thou?
Post is the day,
With the night almost spent.
Where is my love light?
Without it, I will surely become unsteady,
And am apt to stumble in the night.
Where is my love who has taught the stars to shine,
Which have guided me on such nights as this?
Foul is the northern wind
That would snuff a candle
While it is being lit!
And what of your absence?
Thursday 22nd February 2018 7:43 pm
HAMLET FROM THE FRONT ROW
In the front row ready to watch Hamlet
I stretch out my legs contentedly
“These are the best seats and the cheapest
You can see everything from here”
Says the guy next to me
“It’s like being part of the action”
I nod politely
The ghost doesn't appear
We have to imagine him
At the back of the theatre
So we swivel our heads
Tuesday 13th October 2015 8:14 pm
She avoids my eyes like there’s
Something she doesn’t want to say
I don’t know what it is
I’m not going to ask
It’s bad strategy
Either she’ll pull it up and spit it out
Or we’ll leave it like that
First it seemed incidental
Now it’s intentional ...
Wednesday 26th June 2013 11:15 pm
While Poetry Unplugged was off schedule for a couple of weeks, I took the time to produce some experimental material for my performance on the big comeback night. As difficulty coming up with fluent end rhymes has always been my biggest restriction in writing poetry in my second language, I decided to seek help from a rhyming dictionary. It turned out to be a brilliant idea; I was excited, like...
Friday 7th September 2012 4:26 pm