12 days after Christmas
Wednesday 28th December 2011 7:32 pm
Christmas Acrostic
Has a subtle magic in it which
Rains down on you softly
Instead of screaming or
Swearing at you
That makes even the most minor thing
Mean everything
And creates hope so that it
Springs out of misery.
Wednesday 21st December 2011 9:53 pm
Poems published on poemhunter
Dear all; Have had some poems published on poemhunter.. http://www.poemhunter.com/andy-n/poems/
Saturday 3rd December 2011 9:31 pm
Now and then
Now and then
I want to tell you
I am something different
To what you think I am.
I want to hold your hand
Now and then
And look into your eyes
Before turning away
Suddenly just to confuse you.
Now and then
I want to write love song
After love song
For you
And keep writing
Until the skin starts
To fall off my fingers.
...
Saturday 19th November 2011 9:50 am
Womb Sunrise
Dear all;
http://www.writingraw.com/poetry.html
Why not have a peek???
Cheers
Andy N
P.S. - Don't forget the A Means to an End book launch with
Jeff Dawson (aka Jeffarama) on Tuesday 15th November
...
Tuesday 1st November 2011 7:50 am
A Means to an End book launch (Andy N and Jeff Dawson aka Jeffarama)
Monday 17th October 2011 10:44 pm
The End of Summer (IV)
Coastlines and Arcades
turn grey
and shutters on gates
dangle in the wind
like clapping hands.
Leaves carry themselves
across the road
like they are mourners
looking for a funeral,
until the nights and days
sink into one
making it appear
that nothing will rise above
the tip of the horizon.
Nothing
Nothing but the coldness
of the air
which makes the kiss
...
Wednesday 5th October 2011 2:05 pm
The End of Summer III
After Summer,
Autumn is always brushed
Under the carpet
Like a half-baked afterthought
Before the winter arrives
With its blanket
Of snow rolled blues.
At the beginning of Autumn
There is a hesitation
In the breeze
Before the clouds
Darken the sky
And poison us slowly
With mustard gas.
There is a sadness
In the half c...
Sunday 25th September 2011 10:36 am
The End of Summer (II)
it wasn’t just the soft,
cold perfume
of the breeze.
the change in weather
nor Swallows
which had gone East
instead of south.
built itself up
as it normally did
but fell unexpected
from the skies
choking summer
until it fizzled away.
without reas...
Friday 9th September 2011 10:49 am
The End of Summer (I)
Thursday 25th August 2011 11:39 pm
My hometown
You used to tell me
You only loved my town
When it poured it down.
You used to love
Counting all the drops
That would dangle
Off my roof
Once it stopped
Like it had a mind
Of it’s own.
At leafs clinging
Onto the old tree in my garden
And count their lines
Like veins on hands
Which also dripped off
The...
Monday 15th August 2011 8:56 am
Ticket to Ride (Blackpool Mystery)
Random moments
bring fragments of peace.
On dust covered dunes
lost in the drones of the sea,
or looking at you
looking aimslessly out of the window.
Watching Candy Floss
dance across the sea.
Listening to bus wheels
stutter like stray thoughts.
Looking for ...
Thursday 21st July 2011 9:01 pm
Leaving Belfast
Leaving Belfast
Leaving Belfast
I remember you in Bookfinders
On university road
As you pulled out
One book to look at
And the full shelf
Collapsed on you.
It shames me now
I remember more
About your Scott Walker LPs
Scattered all over the floor
In a huge circle
Which you would
Constantly play
Over and over
If you were ...
Wednesday 15th June 2011 8:55 am
Summer is Here
quickly gone grey
and it looks like
it could burst into
a heavy rain storm
at any given moment.
Summer is here.
The wind is sneaking
through your coat
like knives
and the birds have
already gone back
down south.
Summer is here.
Umbrellas are lined up
blown inside out
like the great wa...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 11:09 pm
Escape
while you sleep in my arms,
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
been struck from the skies
like candles blown out
one by one.
Every morning
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
while you sleep in my arms,
and the breeze
dances across the other side
of your spluttered curtains.
But every morning
I lie hidden beneath your hair
on the edge of ou...
Thursday 26th May 2011 10:30 pm
Lost Shadows
like horses lost at
the end of a painting.
at the top of an hill
like a debt of honour.
across trenches
treasuring the sun
unbroken
without speaking its name.
without telling the full story
an...
Monday 25th April 2011 6:44 pm
Spring is here
Spring is here
with blue skies
following us home
from work every night
like a loyal pet dog.
Spring is here
with a rosy twang
in the air
instead of an ice cold shiver
that chills you
to the bone.
Spring is here
with people throwing
their coats over their backs
and opening up
the windows on their cars.
Spring is...
Wednesday 6th April 2011 8:05 am
Up on the Roof (Strangeways)
By all accounts It was little more than a protest. By all accounts It was little more than a protest But all I saw was The slates been Tossed off the roof. All I could hear was Them crashing Onto the floor With a element of surprise And the buzz of the guards Who were running Around below Like headless bees. All I c...
Monday 28th March 2011 9:35 pm
Spring is Coming
Spring is coming
And faces were pressed
Flat against the windows.
Spring is coming
Breathless and touching
From a distance.
Spring is coming
Like a child
Which is deep inside.
Spring is coming
Like a long lost love
As the sun sneaks
Past the windowsill
In the morning.
And over the shoulders
Of your sleeping be...
Monday 14th March 2011 8:14 am
Perfect Place
I don’t want to wake you
When you’re sleeping so quiet
on my shoulder.
I don’t want to brush your
Hair back down from your face
or turn down the stereo.
I don’t want to sing in
the rain nor do I want
to sail away into the sunset.
I don’t want to close the curtains
and shut out the moon
Shining down on us
Like we are in the spotlight
of some imaginary film.
...
Sunday 13th February 2011 9:44 am
Before the Curtains Open
close your eyes
and listen to the
soft, almost
invisible breeze
sneaking in and out
of my window still.
Before I open the curtains,
listen to the nervousness
of my every touch
as I gently blow
over the tip of your hair
so it feels
like an imaginary comb
stroking your head.
Close your eyes
and listen to the branches
rustling...
Friday 21st January 2011 8:20 am
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