Poetry Blog by David Addington
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There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson)
In a room,
a child not yet a teen,
sits full of good vibrations.
The vinyl stolen from parents
crackles with life,
static and promises of a long summer for all.
Surfboards, so alien to this coast of estuary and mudflats,
yet the glow of California dreams and girls perforates his reality.
Sunday 18th October 2020 8:48 pm
Here is my first collection of poems available on Amazon (kindle) for just 1.99 sterling.
Please enjoy and feel free to review
Sunday 18th October 2020 8:08 pm
Wow! Glad to be back on this excellent site after so many tech problems on IT this year as I was working from home. Lost passwords, being thick with trying to keep up with the modern world of tech, etc, etc.
Sunday 18th October 2020 1:49 pm
Sonething I have wanted to write about for some time now. Here is first attempt:
Train, tram, bus, car, walking or whatever,
You will see what this poem is about,
just as clearly as the weather.
Girls on their phones.
Girls who are perhaps so forlorn.
Girls who might be so alone,
Just like dogs without their bones.
Epidemic that has spread nationwide,
Sunday 26th January 2020 10:48 pm
Grinding ears, metal hearts and hands clasped in prayer,
to chrome steel gods.
Raging fists punch sparks into the air,
As anvil heads hammer to the tuning fork and sheer blasts
of class – stained forever since being 10.
Stamped and delivered,
Living it up after midnight,
Whilst breaking laws of the so called pop charts.
Screaming for vengeance against industry norms,
Tuesday 7th January 2020 10:13 pm
Speed freak beast,
rattling bass string sting,
roaring like a hawk in a maelstrom –
juggernaut, express train slam. Iron fist as a heart.
Try to keep up and play as fast as I can.
Aces up the sleeve, bombers primed to hit,
bass drum times two with an orgasmatron kick.
“I don’t believe a word” against this icon of rock,
this angelic rebel,
this amplified shock.
Tuesday 7th January 2020 10:07 pm
40 years ago to the day, when I met you ,lady macabre. All Hallow's eve in foggy Fleetwood,
as damp leaves burrowed into the slippery pavements of beach road.
I was stomping my way with John to the cemmie to cause some grief to the dead. This being 40 years since I really knew the meaning of Samhain.
I shouted and hollowed and spoke bullshit Stephen King, whilst John kicked the...
Sunday 5th January 2020 10:21 pm
Juxtapose my horizons
honouring my native blood,
while over by the campfire,
spear throwers and fish harpooners,
dance a poetic trance,
to some clay porcelain God.
Sunday 5th January 2020 10:17 pm