Poetry Blog by David Addington
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alfie smith on Japan love affair 1990 (Wed, 16 May 2018 01:46 pm)
Angelsey for sale,
Only wish it could cater for all work and trade
- salary to survive.
Imagine buying some land
and letting go of the world.
Wondering now, why anyone would want to sell up
and leave such an isle of serenity,
except for the jet skis.
Perhaps time is hard and business is bust,
as nuclear power gives way to
Japanese contracts to decommis...
Saturday 20th August 2016 8:47 am
I now have my first collection of poetry almost ready to self-publish based on my 1990's poems and rants etc. The dilemma is this: Do I publish it as 45 poems (to symbolise my age and 20 yearssince I began writing poetry, which has developed since then)? Or (becasue create space paperback print of demand retail at around £7.99) do I go for it and put everything I've got int...
Monday 1st February 2016 5:56 pm
Sunday afternoon tranquillity,
as cars sleep in their holes.
There are no dogs barking or chasing golf balls,
no domestics going on within the 'Brookside' houses,
strewn all along - not one soap sod leaking.
Further along the view,
stand the concrete giants,
immortalised kilns conducting power.
Grey Titans that oppose the green,
urban – rural - it's mad - it's obscene....
Monday 1st February 2016 5:49 pm
The empirical whisper of time
pro-activates my taste of coffee.
Just merely 5.15 A.M.
But it’s not a problem really – this deadline.
Lit Crit. Theory,
in one chapter flat.
My mind now – contextual with the
implications of too much thought,
this jars with that blackbird’s call,
outside my student cell,
who never seems to sleep.
A bit like deconstruction that is....
Tuesday 19th January 2016 10:23 pm
Darkly, the mist lowers over to the Swallows and Amazon islands,
Speckling the lake from being whole mass.
Launches stutter their way to jetties at Ashness Bridge,
Humming the moment for cameras and screaming kids.
The mist transpires the green, the glow,
Pierced now by laser sunlight below.
I stand with friends from a height,
As Tino the defiant pit bull, looks aloft at it al...
Tuesday 19th January 2016 10:20 pm
in the corridors of my mind,
the shards cut deep.
I loved her
©David Addington 1998
Tuesday 19th January 2016 10:18 pm
Drugs. Addiction –
back by popular demand.
A way to end the boredom,
spoil another day.
living second hand.
Last two quid for the ‘leccy' box
in a load of rusty change.
frustrated as one can.
Can’t entertain all the time
and have constructive ideas.
all letters in the sand.
Want to know the futu...
Monday 18th January 2016 4:02 pm
Where are yu?
Ezaki sweet love,
Exotic treat for a young man
Back in his prime.
Hair dark as coal
And even down there.
Paps the right handful size.
How our bodies rhymed and chimed
In knots and tangles on and off the sheets.
28 and 20 – what a great age to be.
You were a woman who shared her wares
As I shared my tears and adolescent d...
Monday 18th January 2016 4:00 pm
The alien has taken his last trip to Mars,
On the Berlin express,
Calling from station to station,
With his uncle Arthur and the laughing gnome.
He’s escaped the scary monsters and the super-creeps.
Ashes to ashes this stardust talent,
This thin white duke.
Artist, poet, writer, trend setter, actor, experimentalist.
Ch-ch-ch-changes will break our hearts.
Monday 11th January 2016 6:20 pm
There was thunder over Europe,
At the wargames club,
as the cannons blazed and shed.
Mass lines of plastic/pewter fighting men
by those great leaders led,
marched on brave with discipline.
Hordes of galloping colours
sabres shining bright,
grateful to enamel paints and varnish,
a bugle charge and forward
brigades heavy and light.
Just make it up as we go.
Sunday 10th January 2016 8:39 pm
Grey as slate,
strewn about with flotsam and jetsam.
Sunday 10th January 2016 4:31 pm
Here is old poem idea I've had for ages about favourite album titles and the feelings that the music of each inspired in me at the time. My old vinyl records - nostalgia. You've got to guess the artists. It's not laid out in a poem style fro a reason, and that's becasue a design friend of mine some years ago formatted (God knows how) into a circular text shaped as an LP. It just needed a lable...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 10:55 pm
Sadness in the eyes of such a sweet angel,
Yet darkness upholds its chilling shadows.
What has become of her?
For 5 years we stuck it out
Sagittarius reigned above.
Her lips show some promise,
Contented smiles ... perhaps, she will love again.
And the birds fly south with whispers of a melancholy.
That was the image you liked. Gothic.
Friday 1st January 2016 10:54 pm
Welcome to my planet,
but certainly not my world.
How far have you travelled?
Come it's warm inside,
we can talk for awhile.
Did your journey take long?
Oh don't worry yourself,
for I have no scalpel.
So what's your planet called?
We call ours the Earth.
Do you name the stars?
Have you created your world?
Because our world is the world,
Friday 1st January 2016 10:41 pm
2 minutes past midnight,
a shooting star falls,
Piercing the star spangled heaven,
Or you'd like to think it was.
And now your monarch spread eagle,
Is it for peace and mankind in its cost,
That it took to get it up there on that silver dusty surface?
Or did you really go?
And if not -
Then where did all that money go?
It's just gone 3 minutes past midnight,
Friday 1st January 2016 10:17 pm