Poetry Blog by Carol Falaki
Big Sal on Canis (Sun, 29 Apr 2018 08:31 pm)
on Plastic (Sun, 22 Apr 2018 07:50 pm)
Frances Macaulay Forde on Charlatan (Mon, 29 Jan 2018 02:58 am)
Harry died in his bed, sad
But nobody knew.
Someone knocked on his door
After a week or two.
When there wasn’t an answer
Someone went away,
Just thought he was deaf
Or, gone out for the day.
Then a week or two later
The mail’s in the hall
But the postman’s too busy
To give him a call,
And the milkman stopped coming
A long time ago;
When there isn’t a sign...
Monday 27th August 2018 7:53 pm
The infinite space between life and death
Expanding contracting held in a breath
Lost in a moment born in a wave
Warm at the birth cold at the grave
In between we fail to measure
Add subtract hurry treasure
Learn expect wish and dread
Wake from slumber sleep abed
All the time, all the space
Held then wasted falls from grace
We own we lose we kee...
Sunday 29th April 2018 9:13 pm
Plastic plastic everywhere
The food we eat, the clothes we wear
It chokes our oceans, poisons the fish
Haute cuisine, it’s in the dish
No sacred space no mind to pay
We buy today, then throw it away
Accumulation before the cost
Too blind to see until all is lost.
Sunday 22nd April 2018 7:26 pm
I am an anagram of God
Loved and trusted
Feared and fussed
Walk with me
Tell me all
Lie with me and stroke my ego
And I will gaze into your eyes
Loyal and true
You will trust me
Because I need you
Yet I will guide you
And sense when there is danger
Hear your every thought.
You cannot leave me
I am Cerberus and I will bite.
Wednesday 4th April 2018 7:45 pm
Sending that text in the midst of anger
Waiting for love in the rain
Watching TV in the bedroom so late
That your eyes start to smart with the strain.
Eat chips, drink wine, eat more cake in the dark
Smoke when your chest’s sounding rough
Watch scary movies with only one eye
Lie awake imagining stuff.
Answer the land-line, though it’s a cold caller
Go out in th...
Sunday 1st April 2018 2:25 pm
I get it…Yet
I get the internet
here I am trawling through stuff
Not writing enough
Pasting, wasting and chasing flat dreams and holograms,
Missing the meaning and depth
Of a moment
Of an movement
Saturday 10th March 2018 3:48 pm
As noon stirs in the wake
Of chocolate melting sun-light
Soft breath upon my neck
Covered easy whispers
Birds and breeze conspire
With music swayed by nature
To utter desire
Wine in a glass as warm
Passion, seeping through the mesh
That opens to the sky
And calls for mercy, with
Friday 9th February 2018 7:31 pm
I commit my thoughts to the ocean,
Mysterious, beyond my gaze
Free, without emotion.
Silent wild and thunderous
Cavernous and gaping,
Still beneath a placid haze,
Wondrous and knowing.
Above a gaping horizon
Wide clouds hang overweight
And gather for the union,
Before the plunge, inflate.
At the coast, ad infinitum
Saturday 27th January 2018 3:32 pm
Grey silhouette of screeching gull
soars startled into flight;
First glitter on a foreign shore,
Behold the coming night.
Old fisherman alone, cocooned,
baring weathered flesh;
Rests his line on steady frame,
Sits picking at his net.
The distant hills grow dim, then dark,
Lie silently to rest;
Their form against the setting sun
a man’s recumbent b...
Sunday 8th October 2017 7:27 pm
I see you’ve got a muzzle on
I think it serves you right
You know it’s wrong to lose your cool and get into a fight.
I wouldn’t bother trying to win
It isn’t worth your while
Cos even if you catch the hare you won’t wipe off my smile
What you gonna do to it?
Nuzzle it to death?
Or send it off to sleep with one great wiff of your foul breath?
Tuesday 5th September 2017 4:42 pm
Destroyed by power and prejudice
The blood encrusted brick and concrete dust,
The remains of living, of hope
A memory now
Replaced by pain and hunger
While legs worn and weary,
On shoes broken by endless footsteps
Camp in a pulverized arena
The donated blanket,
The small gifts of living, a hope
A future, I wander, I wander...
Monday 11th January 2016 7:00 pm
Your weary legs walked proudly to your seat
And having sat you could not bear to stand
Since standing meant submit to slow defeat
Forgoing principle for lame demand
Arrested, charged and jailed, you broke the law
But stood your ground, the senate heard your plea
While Martin Luthor spoke for what he saw
Supporters gathered strength, they set you free
Tuesday 1st December 2015 9:24 pm
I make my mark on the world
not large but big enough
no highlight, fame nor fortune
but written bold with love.
Tuesday 7th December 2010 7:45 am
I am the tree, my roots mysterious and deep,
My seed has ridden on the wind and settled
to wait for the sun rise over land I will never see,
Grow and mature, resemble me.
Related, we are family.
I am the gazelle, my legs lissom and swift
I run like the wind, and settle to graze the grasslands,
never alone in the sun, together we are free my herd and me.
Monday 1st March 2010 4:57 pm
I am one, I am two I am three million.
The ways I know are a thousand trillion
Spend an epoch, squander an age
Eons pass, I am the sage
I tell the future, own your past
Life inside, the dice is cast.
How many microbes in this space
Adrift like plankton,
A world-wide rat race
Follow me, I know the way
Don’t be shy, go get bitten
I have done it all, and written.
Saturday 31st October 2009 11:15 am
I discovered the wild green plum
down the lane, where the horse's run
rolls the clay to a chocolate base,
Turning features on the face
of fertile wet earth dust
on her bulging bee-yeast crust,
and the creamy custard sky
tops a bramble plum-filled pie.
Here the spikey blackthorns reach
to the haw, to the oak, to the beech,
While their tarty indigo sloes
top the gentle-fruit of the ...
Friday 18th September 2009 8:59 am
Faster than thought,
His retracting pupil checks, stirs,
The yellow eye sees, movement, caught.
Folds wings fleeting, speeds between trees,
glides, with the grace of a dancer
in a silent world.
Unqualified precision, cold.
The beauty of hunger, propelled
sleekly, through a funnel of air
brushed by light feather sweeping down,
down to the ground.
Into the chasm, small and gr...
Saturday 8th August 2009 10:05 am
Wrote this for the Birkenhead Park poetry competition, didn't win, but well, never mind eh?
It’s so long since we walked in BirkenheadPark, together
And wandered at will down the paths, or fed ducks on the lake,
And rolled in the grass, or sat under a tree in fine weather
Where light-sabres of sun fight the dark-side, and we lie and wait.
Watch blue, fish-shaped, sky in an ocean of leaves mak...
Sunday 7th June 2009 10:27 am
A perfect day on velvet hill
where wild garlic grows,
cabbage white seeks cabbage, and still wings stir.
This dreamy afternoon
the grass grows dry and warm.
The air wears the hum of the hoverfly
The young leave the warren,
play tag in the bracken, investigate the slopes,
bravely explore the other side, forget to hide.
Soundless, unseen, she circles above,
The raptor locks her...
Monday 25th May 2009 6:21 pm
My swollen belly, evidence enough for you
my accusers, who
see not my weakness
nor the advantage taken of it,
but only guilt
and gather, empty handed yet
assume the shame of acquiescence,
your judgement the vessel,
my doom the journey’s end.
The agony of ignorance explodes on my skin
and blameless stones glisten red in the sun.
Monday 30th March 2009 1:55 pm
At the end of the day
When I pack away
All my thoughts into the suitcase of my mind
Sometimes I can't close the lid.
Thursday 19th March 2009 9:57 am
Matching couples stroll along the promenade at dusk
Jeans together, teens together, cheeks Dior to musk.
Spectacled and spectacled gazing each to each,
Sandaled ones accompany each other on the beach.
Couples jog, along with dog, in multi-coloured tracksuits
And double lap the two who nap beside the sea in swimsuits.
Trendy twos in leather shoes, with matching hair and sweaters
Strike a ...
Thursday 19th March 2009 9:33 am
Death will come to me dressed in grey
resembling an ordinary day
of muted birdsong in lazy trees
of slow dark clouds and muddied streams
of empty life and squandered years
of sleep-walking and idle dreams.
Sunday 18th January 2009 12:00 pm
The railway carried us away
On trains by day,
On trains by night
To descend onto a God-forsaken stage
In the line to the left
You need no bed, nor shelter
In the line to the right
You will run with a sack on your back
Until you can’t go on
In naked fear
Your dignity stripped
All contact from before, lost
You are forgotten
Outside of the ima...
Monday 10th November 2008 11:52 pm
Mother of the Modern Day Civil Rights Movement
Your purpose settled deep within your skin
When innate courage mirrored glowing coal
Determination, all were found within
You Rosa, kindled fire in your soul
When weary legs could bear you to your seat
And having sat they could not bear to stand
Since standing meant submit to slow defeat
Forgoing principle for lame demand
Sunday 2nd November 2008 12:22 pm
Enough hard truths and promises
Hugs and kisses stained with secret regret
And interrupted eye contact
You wobble between parallel worlds
Clutching, afraid to let go
When letting go will send you crashing into fact,
And in your dreams
Weave thin stories
Around the lie of your fabricated life
Paying your way with excuses
Existing in a haze of hope
Saturday 2nd August 2008 9:07 am
Worn, like the shores of a thousand reasons
Like the coat of a hundred seasons
Or the grass on the trodden footpath
Of countless errands
Past the bark of a busy tree
Home to small creatures
Eaten by relentless birds
And stripped by squirrels
While crouching in a rain drenched corner of monotony
By the fence supported with a growth of clinging ivy
To a house with tired window...
Tuesday 29th July 2008 9:16 pm
A bowl of broth in an ocean washes thinly on a wasting shore
Tuesday 22nd July 2008 11:19 am
Your crown burns like fire as you pass
From womb to warm water
Without a gasp
Submerged, head first
Your fine hair sways like sea-grass
And the soft helix of your ear is born
Naked on my thigh.
All is still
And time is measured in a breathless pause
Generations seem to pass
Waiting for your shoulders to rotate,
With pouting grimace
Tuesday 27th May 2008 10:02 pm
The Shoe: China 2008
The ground moved and I ran
Shocked rock rained
Earth crushed earth,
And groaned with the agony of creaking bones
The rupture of structure
The buildings breaking
Crashing, pushing, crowding
I ran, and I was lost
My fleeing finished, I am left behind
Half buried and blind
Here in rubble, wrecked and hopeless
Lost and footless
Forgotten in the agony of reality
Saturday 17th May 2008 12:01 am
A droning voice directs the road ahead
All life safely hidden
Behind flat lines curves and corners
While driving between dimensions we travel
Through parallel roads to parallel worlds
Rushing into stagnation
Debris in a drain
On an axle of ever
Growing commitment driven conquests
Sunday 27th April 2008 11:20 pm
William Henley 1849 to 1903 suffered from tubercular arthritis from childhood and spent most of his life in great pain. He had one of his feet amputated as a result of his illness.
He met Robert Louise Stevenson who became a close friend and described Henley as burley, boisterous and piratic. Stevenson used him as inspiration for his Long John Silver character in Treasure Island.
I love this po...
Monday 10th March 2008 9:54 pm
Dedicated to Pete Crompton who found the room where he was born
Waiting by the window
In the car park
Or in the branches of the young beech trees
Have you done this before?
Which one? Which one is yours?
The woman lying quietly, catching every beat
The woman pacing on puffed out feet
The woman rocking and rocking again
Or the woman screaming in fear and in pain
Saturday 16th February 2008 11:58 am