Poetry Blog by Chris Bainbridge

Emeralds, Cannock Chase

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Emeralds, Cannock Chase

 

We set sail

on an earthbound,

Undulating 

Emerald sea.

 

Locked to the land

we voyage hand-in-hand,

Where dreams we chase

are deer that race,

Limitless and free. 

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Beach Boy

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Beach Boy

South Shields afforded me no defence,
I was open as a Santa Monica sunrise.
The sand, sunshine on the waves
just a bus ride away,
we went week after week
after Endless Summer day.

In the 1960s
the West Coast had the sunshine,
but the dream, surfing
across the ocean,
came all the way East
and remains in my heart today,
music a constant, driving feast
with big blue skies ...

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Little Love

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Little Love (an affair of the cart...)

 

I used to shop at Tesco,

well, why swim against the tide?

A Sedgley boy like me, you know,

it felt so good inside,

But I soon changed my ways

when their strategy I spied,

The way they squeeze competitors,

my retail romance died.

 

I had a fling with Aldi,

the quality is good,

I like the neat, teutonic way

they sell ...

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Something Good

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Something Good

 

I hear you...

Your coruscating, beautiful

Catholic car-crash,

crash-course dance

In camp melodic drama

and wide-eyed trance,

"How I move,

How you move me..."

 

Hammer horror

met groomed Truffaut

and in your glam-rag trousseau

My bride

wore scorpion-black,

Spinning in the then and now

A moment caught us

too raw to look back.

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Lines

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Lines

 

 

I would wake up every morning,

reasons hidden in my rhymes,

Searching for a new horizon,

travel always on my mind,

Always looking for my station,

mindful of departure times,

Till I found my destination

just along a different line.

 

I will meet you on the platform

even if your train runs late,

On this journey of a lifetime

what's another hour'...

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Harbour Lights

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Harbour Lights

 

Considering options in a bar...

Half past eight is thought early here,

but I have been around since 1959,

And the clock's always ticking

when you know time.

 

I'm on my own

just a little forlorn

and soon I'll move on

to the place we were last night,

when hearts and mouths were warm.

I'm on an upward spiral,

Sliding on marble

and Art Nou...

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Beast Feasts

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Beast Feasts

 

I found my thrill

on Beastmarket Hill

In a Midlands pub

where they do good grub,

Your Small English

was plenty for me,

Cheap at the price,

with unlimited tea.

 

The night before

was a lot of fun,

Spicy salami

and a split white bun,

Vitamin C

from your apricot,

Ripe and ready

and juicy and hot.

 

Morning came,

we went on ...

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Hebburn

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Hebburn

 

Hebburn is a place on earth,

a sit-com

in my place of birth,

Where once I roamed

the building sites

to plunder wood

for bonfire night,

The wind blew cold

but we felt cool,

When ships were launched

they closed the schools.

 

With winters sharp

but memories sweet,

Like Franchi's fish shop

down the street,

The river roared

and factori...

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Beds

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Beds

 

To some it's just a bed,

Somewhere to sleep in oblivion,

suspended animation,

when to the world we're dead.

But sometimes

it's something else

instead -

A magic carpet to take us on a ride,

through epics and adventures

we may learn what's hidden

inside.

 

A bed to some may be a task,

a domestic chore,

Something we make 

and no questions aske...

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A River, Kent

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A River, Kent

 

Between the vales of Lune and Kent

with gentle climbs and sweet descents,

Our gifted time was heaven-sent

and not a day too soon.

 

All life an undiscovered beach,

forbidden fruit, once out of reach,

Unkent - then kent, new truths to teach

about the hidden moon.

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Pride

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Pride

 

Not just 

a feeling inside,

A figure to deride,

Rumours and gossip

to make you run and hide,

Not just some silly King Cnut

trying to hold back the tide,

No part-time little bit of

cake on the side...

 

You're my

pride.

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Rebellion

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An old standard from many a rally, a journey to my political roots in praise of civil disobedience...the late, great comrade Betty Tebbs once told me this was her favourite poem.

 

Rebellion

 

You can keep your Magna Carta -

give me Peasants' Revolt!

From the Peoples' Charter

to the fight for women's votes,

From the Dorset martyrs

in the days of old -

Things get bette...

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Caravan Planet

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Caravan Planet

 

It was hot in Essex in 1965.

I was six.

 

We scrambled to shade,

in wooded glades we played,

Fleeing from intense sunshine

and other phenomena 

curious to Geordie sensibilities;

Squadrons of kamikaze wasps,

Immune to our anti air-raid newspapers,

if the fly spray ran out

we lacquered them

with Bellair.

 

Massive black slugs 

like ...

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It Can't Be Bedtime Yet

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It Can't Be Bedtime Yet

 

It can't be bedtime yet

because

I haven't found

the perfect words

to tell the wondrous

truth I've learned.

 

It can't be bedtime yet

because

I haven't heard

the perfect song

to help the magic carry on

and bleed its love

from root to seed

To help us 

satisfy and feed

And give us

what we truly need.

 

It can't b...

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Hidden Chains

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To celebrate the 90th birthday of the great Dr Maya Angelou, here is my own humble tribute:

 

Hidden Chains

 

The gilded few breeze through the days,

Don’t fear the night or hardship’s ways,

Unthinkingly waste nature’s gifts

And proudly steal the stars.

 

But those held fast by hidden chains

Can’t lift their eyes above their pains,

Survival supersedes all dreams,

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Castaways

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This piece features in the forthcoming collection "Driftwords", which contains some poems by me and some by Eve Nortley.

 

Castaways

 

Some say the sea is constant

but I can feel a change beneath the surface.

The tide is turning with heightened hope,

a sense of altered courses,

Different purpose.

 

I present you with a Whitby-bought silver necklace,

an anchor chain...

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Endcliffe Woods

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Endcliffe Woods

 

Come stroll with me

in Endcliffe Woods,

A place for us

beyond the storm,

We'll warm our hearts,

wear muddy boots,

And tumble into

somewhere warm.

 

Please walk with me

for endless good

As I revisit

former haunts,

Let's laugh and smile

where nature's blood

Reveals a truth

that nothing daunts.

 

We'll treasure 

every mo...

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Our Time

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Our Time

 

It's our time, time today.

When will it be time,

Is it the right time,

What time is love?

Our time will come,

and when it does

How will you know?

 

Believe me,

You'll just

know...

 

We've been here before,

seems like a long time ago,

Was it only yesterday?

Maybe tomorrow

never knows.

 

Through the park

and memory lanes we ro...

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Above The Town

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Inspired by Marc Chagall's painting

 

Above The Town

 

Come fly with me

above our town,

Leave all the world

that holds us down,

Defy the gravity.

 

Escape lines, fences

and walls,

We'll climb 

far above the roof,

Dance and play the fiddle

to the moonlit truth.

 

The shoddy imperial,

the shabby material

will say it's just

wanton depravity,

...

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Fargate

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the shortest piece from my "Sheffield collection", written last year...

 

Fargate

 

The fountain has gone

from old Fargate,

The Hole In The Road

has gone too,

But I never felt finer

on Fargate

Than when

I walked down it with you.

 

The Casbah is 

nothing but rubble,

But the gardens

may grant us some peace,

Turn our backs

to the rain and our tro...

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Life

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Life

 

I tried to be brave

but my smile wore thin

As the sad-faced doctor 

called me in,

Averting her eyes

the doc spoke first,

"The news I have,

I'm afraid is the worst,

It's LIFE!" she said

as she shook her head,

"There isn't a cure

and you'll end up dead!

As for prognosis,

could be months or just days,

With this diagnosis

nobody can say,

Mig...

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Furnace

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Furnace

 

After glow

we lie in erupted

though not interrupted

rhythmically pulsing flow.

 

Entwined, entangled

root and branch angles,

Subtly sublime,

fragrantly salty-sweet

I taste the sound,

can hear the touch.

Fingertips, licking lips,

I am marked as yours...

I take you with me

whenever and wherever

I go.

 

In darkness I feel

your ligh...

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The Bride Wore Blue

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The Bride Wore Blue

 

The bride wore blue

to match her tattoos

and the groom was a staggering wreck,

With his broken nose

and his wilted rose

and the love-bites all over his neck.

 

The hall was bare,

just tables and chairs,

and the snow blew in under the door,

We were there six hours

and the beer was sour

and the cake ended up on the floor.

 

The sp...

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Surprised

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Surprised is what we are.

Ever fallen, luckily

Caught but still in

Raptures as spirits soar

Ever higher

To the skies?

 

Life's treat for now hidden, unexpected, 

Or unbidden,

Veritable feasts. Don't question -

Emerge! Exist! Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

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A Manc's A Man (Fer All That)

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A Manc’s A Man Fer All That

 

Around ar way by night or day

down cobbled crofts an all that,

On chavenues or scallyways

we dare to roam fer all that,

You’re ten men an big chat,

but you know nowt fer all that,

So close yer mouth an use yer ead,

a Manc’s a man fer all that.

 

We like ar chips not fancy dips

or posh cuisine an all that,

We eat ar scran fro...

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