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December 2023 Collage Poem: Roaring Fire

Santa’s zombies get the message

going in the other direction

writing new lines in a taxi

hiding all the mince pies from the Art Guild

 

And this isn’t really a poem but it is something

I had to write

 

Only the dead eat off the page

zombie kids rule INNIT

Grim becomes miserable

 

Judge the poets in the cardboard box

Santa banned from Stockport for eating

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October 2023 Collage Poem: Eyes of Strangers

Frowning ghost eyes a dreaming youth

Lost youth eyes an unforgiving clock

And the taxi waits for the Stockport poets

As eyes stare out from the broken hotel

Then the music plays another song by Cher

 

The men just sit and spit

 

With boneyard blues he drinks the wine

and tips the glass

Too early for Cher in the muffled hours

of poverty.

 

Bone yard grave tho...

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August Collage Poem: Speaking in Iambics

Waltmarie
The fallen unpeopled hallways of life

Do you like marmite?

where did all the grim go? 
Something new to fear beneath the four poster bed
Daughters of despair wait for the hirsute man with the large teeth 
and a penchant for Moonlight Sonata.

Do you like Marmite?

The jukebox unplugged but Beatle songs 
still  haunt the tired rooms.

counting yesterdays over the shadows 
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July Collage Poem: Promised and Forlorn

A deepening metal slashes dust

Sentenced to death youth’s dream that may one day

seize the day

 

A clamped unicycle soaked with

the rain of callous words.

 

Crushed by hobnail boots

Bags packed inside my head

going round the wall of death

 

Love as Morse Code; living in different postcodes

 

The rain of callous words

and anguished flowers fading

in the ...

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May 2023 Collage Poem: The Country of Lost Things

Sky diving on the table

Like a swooping peregrine

Kidnapped and held between the jackals

            and vultures at his side

 

Trying to grow up, I lost my

            youth… I left it on the

sun-dappled wall

 

I watched the tail-lights of

a ghost ship on Godwin Sands

The cacophony of the engagement party

My heart sank like a rock

 

A single sex toilet s...

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Stockport WoL March 2023 Collage Poem: 'Secret Code'

A trawl of brawling sailors drown

            The captain’s thundercloud

A writer’s hat that lights

            Up in the dark

The flash of a photographer’s eyes

The eternal exhibition of white walls

 

Lines of lamplights on the edge of a field

            Stand vigil for sodden sheep

Seven seconds after hours

            Too many ghost faces

Prayers in eternity ...

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February 2023 Collage Poem: A Real Revolution

Wash my hands, you bad friend

 

A doctor remedies the ills of Google

 

In the Arcade of lust and art, he was

lost, and blinded once outside by the

shadows in the Stockport sun.

 

With pulsating memories of a shadow in the sun

arcade ecstasy leads to arcade fire

there’s a retro revolution in the suburbs

 

Gary built a huge bird’s nest and

waited for the feathe...

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January 2023 Collage Poem: Put on your Slippers and Kill

Restless spirit casts off his friar’s robe

And steps into the fatal arms of love

Let the wound bleed out all the bad blood

From the shadow monk

 

Lost hippy dancer takes a drug

To take her back but she is now 73

And no one looks anymore

 

Monks are too Friary

 

Mary Hopkins put her slippers on and

Whispered to Mao Zedong – put your

Hand in here and start a re...

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