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⚡ Thunderstorms ⚡

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Thunderstorms
Running through my head
Rumbles getting louder
Scared things might be said
Hide away in a closet
Because the sound is so loud
Hide from the truth
Because the truths not allowed
Thunderbolts they are striking
Flashbacks of a lad
A childhood in silence
Adolescence was sad
But storms they get stronger
They gain strength with time
The rain is now pouring
I’ve a hurricane m...

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The iced metaphor cake

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The iced metaphor cake

 

Our whole life is like poetry

Written on a cake

Like icing sugar layered

Over everything you make

 

Multi-coloured, chocolate

Vanilla, rainbow layered cake

Unicorns and dragons

Seeped in alcohol mistakes

 

A fruity cake, a nut cake

With dates some bittersweet

Gorgeous and so tasty

Some awful when you eat

 

The icing is a m...

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Showtime

Take off your top hat.

Greet the ladies with a sincere smile.

Bow to them.

Do not let them see your chest!

 

Perform

Tease them,

You ARE a boy

I AM a girl-

 

Lift up your chin,

Let me sink my teeth,

Deep, into your Adams apple

My boy,

I’ll rot you to the core.

 

Mine, my doll, my darling-

Let me twirl your tight curling locks

I am hidden,

...

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On looking back into the mosh pit

I've been asked, by people following my blog, to include the poems I read on my recent poetry tour, so I'm putting them on here, then will be providing links back here from the blog. Hence...

 

On looking back into the mosh pit

 

This was never about fun, you rotten liar,

never about fun, but something higher,

never about fun. Yes, about drums,

pounding like the feet...

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Eggshells

I've been asked, by people following my blog, to include the poems I read on my recent poetry tour, so I'm putting them on here, then will be providing links back here from the blog. Hence...

Eggshells

 

You tell me you have to walk on eggshells

and I wonder what eggshells you mean.

Is it the fact you can’t call me a fag

because the same blood flows in both our veins?

...

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Tension

I've been asked, by people following my blog, to include the poems I read on my recent poetry tour, so I'm putting them on here, then will be providing links back here from the blog. Hence...

 

Tension

I drink watermelon breezer,

holding the neck of the bottle

between my left mid and index fingers,

flashing a V with each swig,

showing off my purple nails.

 

T...

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Class War?

When the have-nots decide they'd like to have a little more

you call it class war, class war;

but when the rich declare a silent genocide against the poor

it's never class war, it's only case law.

 

When muslims get irate and say they'll detonate the state

you say it's faith that generates their hate;

but when the guys with home-made gelignite are English-born and wh...

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Manchester

Manchester

 

I come to again

in this hotel room dark

where paranoia eats the curtains

like a fleet of moths

 

the wine and whiskey in my bloodstream

laying plans with my enemy hormones,

chemical defence

to make my body

shuck my soul, leave me

just another zombi

in the low sun light of day

 

so inviting

this annihilation

 

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Beneath the swagger portrait

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Beneath the swagger portrait

she stands, legs wide, arms angled,

hand -  raised to harp or dance,

to be plighted, an enchanting gift,

their pallor and their dainty size

a toy for kings to stroke

with their rough fists,

and marvel at, returning

from campaign, or from the lists -

 

turned in, and resting on the skirts

which flare from where her hips mus...

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The secrets, almost silent, that we sang

It has to start in whispers,

rehearsed behind closed doors:

mirror-practised gestures,

slowly savoured words -

jacquard, damask, devore -

rolled and tasted on the tongue.

It is always sotto voce,

this song, when first it is sung,

 

and for some it never rises

to a higher tone and pitch.

For some, the song is silenced

by the insults, by the fists,

...

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