Poetry Blog by Brian Maryon
Monday 17th September 2018 10:53 pm
Where's the most dangerous place in the UK to live?
Is it an inner city ghetto
such as Mosside, Handsworth or Camberwell
where gun and knife crimes are rife
and violence is part of everyday life?
No, it's Coronation Street with an unbelievable level
of accidents, incidents and murders
all within spitting distance of the Rovers
The residents should be living in fea...
Saturday 15th September 2018 8:41 am
Friday 14th September 2018 2:13 pm
Thursday 13th September 2018 12:12 am
Monday 10th September 2018 10:12 am
She puts on clean combats and pulls on her boots
from which she'd cleaned off yesterday's dirt
She didn't find anyone yesterday
She's never found anyone, not alive anyway
It used to upset her, now it no longer hurts
She won't find anyone today
She doesn't wear a mask anymore
The stench of death no longer fills the air
As she leaves the shelter she looks in the mirror...
Friday 7th September 2018 11:25 pm
Thursday 6th September 2018 9:13 am
we made love every night
more than once.
But it's been a week now.
I'm wondering what's wrong
Why has it been so long?
Is she going off me?
Do I admit defeat?
Are we no longer singing
from the same hymn sheet?
And just when I thought our love life
had completely diminished
she said those three magic words
Tuesday 4th September 2018 11:20 pm
Sunday 2nd September 2018 11:34 am
Let's assume for the sake of argument
that there was no big bang
and that God created man.
And using invisible thread
he sensibly attached the eyes and ears
to the outside of the head
so that when wading across a river
nothing could sneak up on him.
There was a lot of sneaking up back then. Still is.
The top of the head itself was actually empty.
God had to ...
Saturday 1st September 2018 9:38 am