Poetry Blog by Colin Hill

attic space

 

the attic space
is a crawling space

 

with spider nest homes
and house fly homes

 

there are empty boxes
filled up boxes

 

of odds and ends
that never end

 

some carpet pieces
lost jigsaw pieces

 

kids toys for the next
generations

 

keepsakes from the past
generations

 

why am I here?
well that’s not so clear

 

I see the time has flown
the bulb has bl...

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#amwriting

 

write a poem ✍️
come back to it
leave it a bit longer ⏰
sleep on it 
😫
read and tweak
fiddle with it 🎻
double check and spellcheck
reformat 
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 😕
shorten the lines
l  e  n  g  t  h  e  n    i  t
add some italics
get bold with it
feeling quite happy 
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underline it
spots a repeated word
oh f*** it !! 😭

 

words ©Colin Hill 2017

 

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Haiku Hike

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out hiking today

this trowel pointed the way

cementing my route

 

 

 

 

 

words and pictures ©Colin Hill 2017

 

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dictum tweet

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on the top of tall trees strutted the bird
with a song and name long since heard
for man had ceased to roam this  world
his forgotten words in  leaves  unstirred
when from its throat  the  bird  unfurled
a dictum tweet   unleashed  and  hurled
I AM THE ONE,  THE TRUE,  HOLY BIRD!

 

 

 

 

words ©Colin Hill 2017
original photo of robin
David Chapman
/ Saga online magazin...

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into the arterial flow

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into the arterial flow
we inject ourselves daily

 

a travels to b’s zone
and b travels to a’s

 

conduits become congested
coughing and spluttering

 

we swap our places
me to you to you to me

 

and is it any wonder
productivity suffers

 

when we are all on the move
never settled in body or spirit

 

imagine if you will
a world devoid of hurly-burly

 

where sun...

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panacea

 

he carried with him a mirror ball
and within each of its tiny squares
a reflection of a different facet of his life appeared

 

the sun would shine and project on walls and
passing buses to the amusement of passengers
him as a child with blonde sun kissed hair

 

or the here and now in kaleidoscopic colours
the things he loved to watch and cherish
like birds flying with words on s...

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Remember Remember

 

watched the fireworks
light up the sky
pretty expensive colours
when leaves are free
this time of year

 

words ©Colin Hill 2017
a repost for Bonfire night

 

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Proxy World


I hide within words unspoken
Afraid of the world outside
The shadows and noisy commotions
The hubbub and all of its lies

 

I never intended to be this way
And I never was a long time before
The rules of engagement were altered
Like graffiti sprayed on our walls

 

I used to say what I wanted
Used to say it out loud and be proud
But now my views all lie silent
Hushed with leaves on ...

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Succumb


In the backyard battleground
The mother wants rid of her daughter
But the daughter wants more worms

 

Time to fly the nest little blackbird
The mother tries to persuade her daughter
But the daughter has a broken wing

 

They argue beak to beak upon the ground
The mother determined to force the issue
But the disabled daughter won't let go

 

A stand-off dance of sorts now ensues
Th...

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Mary Bradley

 

Airman ‘Little Boy’ Bradley was very tired

Last night he had fought with his wife Mary

She desperately needed a vacation to Hawaii

He was desperately needed to fight the War on Whatever

 

Airman Bradley rubbed his tired little eyes

He blinked at the bank of screens in front of him

He tried to focus in on the day’s top secret mission

A group or two of terrorists in 🔲🔲🔲🔲...

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Delores109

 

Delores109 was already sleeping
the waves of the Great Pacific Ocean
lapped at her dream factory door

in v-shaped formations
flying pelicans cut the air
through which her memories flew

it was how she remembered the Big Sur
the shack in the dunes on the beach
the sound of the surf

soon she would be back
if the Great Quake had left things be
if the land between ocean and mountain

st...

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A Short(ish) Poem (with vaguely related YouTube link and hurriedly thrown together Oliver! meme)

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does poetry homogeny
create dull monotony
like a bowl of grey gruel
or boring school rules?


if / maybe less is snore
please sir, give me more
so rich and so fruity
like juicy Luci Watusi


a high word count
or a low word count?
it doesn't much matter
which side you've buttered


as long as it's tasty
not cold lumpy gravy
but it's time I must stop
before this all turns to slop

and I'm te...

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DOPE 2017

 

that I could take you away from the rust
that we would never stop running
through all those blue forgotten hills
to Kentucky, Illinois, fields of corn
as far as the eye can see, Iowa, Nebraska
where the wind would help heal you

 

and we would hide out in Wyoming
howling with the wolves at sunset
your shaking limbs held cloaked in mine
our teeth gritted against the storm inside you
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astro addict

 

cocaine clouds
scudding whispers

i breathe deep
inhale shivers

splinters leap
fires crackle

the night draws in
howling howling

i hide in corners
beside myself

caught shackled
astro addict

moon dust

 

https://colinhillphotopoems.blogspot.co.uk/2017/10/astro-addict-by-colin-hill.html

 

words and pictures ©Colin Hill 2017

 

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The Portuguese Men of War

 

we packed our bags
for the coastal assault
armed with lunch
cameras
sticks and dogs
the word was out 
no doubt about it
a 21st century armada
an alien beach invasion
like washed up migrants
dead but way more deadly
within a one mile stretch 
their bodies strewn
all bloated blue 
pink and purply
we gawped and prodded
their jelly bellies
facebooked our photos
twittered our sto...

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early morning (snippets)

 

avoiding the early morning alarm call
we cram ourselves into each other’s warmth
beneath the blankets and unspoken words
hovering birdlike in thought in dewy air


~

so, shall I sing this morning in 
or wait another while?

shall I steal your dreaming
or make you smile?

~

 

but I know not what leaps through your head
what early morning hopes and fears tease you
my own are whispere...

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There were times

 

There were times
often coinciding with the end of an eight hour studio shift
when I would listen to the radio late into the night and drift
lying near motionless on the floor like a sedated madman
blowing cigarette smoke up towards the broken ceiling fan
paint stains on my clothes from all those abstract years
of city sound and landscapes that still buzzed in my ears
and out beyond the...

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national poetry day

man in motor / supermarket car park (take 2)

 

Man in his motor
staring out the window
supermarket car park
what a bore, what a lark
he’s waiting for his missus
she’s doing all her business
chatting with her shop friends
blocking up the aisle ends
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH

 
Doris has a bad back
Derrick’s had a prostate check
only popped in for some milk
condolence card, pack of mints
blue badge comes in handy
less to walk with b...

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at the sink

 

She’s at the sink pointing her finger at me
half turned away from the pile of dirty dishes
white camisole over rainbow striped panties

 

She’s looking down the barrel of her arm
aware that I’m staring at her bum and thighs
smell of bacon fat congealing under the grill

 

She’s not smiling with either mouth or eyes
dark roots shadow her bleached blonde hair
static pupils beneath e...

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crap poem written in a supermarket car park

 

man in motor
supermarket car park
staring out the window
waiting for his missus
she’s doing all the shopping
chatting with all her old friends
blocking up the aisle ends
BLAH BLAH BLAH

 

Doris has a bad back
Derrick’s had a prostate check
only popped in for some milk
condolence card, pack of mints
blue badge comes in handy
less to walk and less to carry
a Lidl bargain every d...

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Summer Broken

 

Summer broke
With the snap of a twig
And a rattle of branches on our window

 

Witches claws you said
We snuggled back into an extra hour
Beneath the printed leaves on the duvet

 

And the sparrows on gutters
Rubbing beaks and telling tales
We later found one in the wood stove

 

Covered in ash as if cremated
Flew headlong into the kitchen window
I picked it up and held it to...

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a peculiar feeling

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then suddenly
 

there were too many open trapdoors
with no stepladders to climb back out
from the bottomless blackness fathoms
that lay within each and every thought

 

he peered inside one such black hole
it felt as if a surgeon was trepanning
searching for nuggets with brace and drill
or an auger borrowed from a carpentry set

 

round he burrowed with bloodstained steel
through ...

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The Sidestep Shuffle

 

driving into town
car feeling sweaty
spider on wing mirror
electric dreaming
electric carving
suffering range anxiety
air-con off
spider now hiding
he’s behind the wing mirror
too windy at fifty
Incy was wincing
#Automobilia
#Cartopia
#Motormouthing 

bill board hoardings
cherry the new red
bloody juice in the tank
moving on
parking up

walking into town
scent of passing women
pe...

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Wishful Thinking

 

He awoke in a fairy tale land of magical creatures
Tall flowering trees and glades of singing birds
Stretched out upon his back he gazed upwards
Through the canopy of leaves, light and laughter
To where the sun and moon shared the same sky

 

Only yesterday had he sat and talked with a friend
Exchanging jokes, cigarettes, smiles by the roadside
There were mighty plans for future coll...

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