Poetry Blogs (2020, history)
A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't
mean a thing
in the grand scheme.
Wears his heart
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
Waxes poetic about
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain
More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
in you and me.
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:21 am
When I saw your wayward ways
My heart switched into reverse
This was far from what I wanted
An outcome so plainly perverse
Yours was a heart with no history
We were strangers, noon till night
The one I married was a mystery
A mirror that reflected no light
Tales you told me of your past
Turned out to be little but fiction
I stood next to a stranger when
Tuesday 1st September 2020 10:43 am
Born of pain cursed to live that way
A forgotten name marked with shame
Guilt by association becomes your fame
A stolen name becomes the scares on the back of a forgotten man.
Fading away to become the dust of another land
Bitterness replaced by forgiveness justice is a slap of the back of a hand.
Born of pain the mind struggle the mental slaying
The community broke...
Tuesday 25th August 2020 1:08 pm
Penetrating through soft light clouds: airspace; blended for all who dare to impress.
Assiduous Amy Johnson did just that: a derring-do role model: a legacy;
relative in the minds of many that still lives on.
Renowned for her solo flight: London to Australia in 1930.
Transcended the hitherto, male domination, seizing world-recognition.
Flying away from ground possessions, flying amongst the s...
Sunday 26th July 2020 7:13 pm
I've tended to have an old fashioned view of libraries - a very positive one, but limited to book borrowing, quiet spaces for reading and a children's corner. Of course, there is much or to a modern library than that and I have become involved with a couple of aspects of Surrey Libraries of which I was previously unaware.
The first of these is a poetry blog. This is a regular feature which incl...
Friday 3rd July 2020 3:33 pm
Sell Me Something More Than Snake Oil And Lies
They say that pulling down statues
Is rewriting history
As though the sculptors who made them
And not some commissioned artist
Doing what he was told
Sell me something more than snake oil and lies
It is a form of history
Cast in the wealthy viewpoint
From the stance of the privileged
Thursday 11th June 2020 2:21 pm
Re-writing history's a
Henry V111 and the
Pol Pot Stalin
Mao Tse Tung killied
Millions when they
Pulled down the statue of
Saddam Hussein how that
Transformed Iraq the
Taliban blowing up the
Buddhas made Afghanistan a
Model state simply
Toss a lump of metal into the
Thursday 11th June 2020 11:34 am
Judging the crimes of
History is easy just
Pull down a statue but
Who's judging us?
We get away with murder:
Old folk choking
Mass extinctions the
Planet going to hell,
Bequeath fresh skidmarks for
Our kids to
Thursday 11th June 2020 10:57 am
A stroll around Kirkby Lonsdale with me
Take-away a bacon butty and a cup of tea
Start at Devils Bridge among the motorbikes
This is where we will begin our short hike
The pathway along the River Lune is our walk
Ending up the Radical Steps, breathless, unable to talk
A view made famous by Ruskin and Turner long ago
Across to Underley Hall and the Lune Valley below
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 9:56 am
In layers of strata lie the tracks of history
Archaeologists hunt for artefacts and bones
I cut off your flex and buried you with ceremony
Lamenting the demise of your dulcet tones
Sentinel moonlight lit the private interment
Your laser will exhume Miles Davis no longer
Millenia of chords traversed that plastic portal
You left me deaf, my hearing aids get stronger
Thursday 16th April 2020 12:57 pm
The Overland Launch:
In the land of Coleridge and his Ancient Mariner,
In a time of coal fires, wooden boats and horsepower,
There is a story of the Lynmouth Lifeboat Louisa
And the night horse and man over 13 miles pulled her.
Two of the afternoon clock struck a chime,
On January 12th, 1899.
The wind howled and the sea it roared,
Flooding ports and rai...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 6:41 pm