Poetry Blog by David Cooke
Even if your life
is not the one you’d choose
try at least
as best you can
not to demean it
by courting the world
moves and chat;
and try not
to cheapen it
by dragging it
here and there
and keeping nothing back
in the daily
of news and views
with those you think
have made it
Wednesday 30th October 2019 6:59 pm
There are times your dancers undermine
the humanist in me. In that northern
Cockaigne, you viewed with a realist's eye,
their heartiness tramps to raucous tuning.
Unconstrained, the couples are blatant;
the heaving trestles piled with plates.
Such carouses, what were they to you?
Did you celebrate, despise, or pity?
For there is shown mere lumbering daftness,
feet clumping across the fl...
Thursday 15th August 2019 10:21 am
Life is understood backwards
but has to be lived forwards
When he looks back on his life
he will see that the best of it
was a journey he took from A to B
on a wire between two buildings –
his every breath a distillation
of what it meant to keep your nerve
and hold steady, each muscle
braced and quivering like the wire itself
Saturday 10th August 2019 7:58 pm
Isaac Lowthian Bell (1816 – 1904)
In that stern, expensive portrait
he may have hung centre stage
just above his mantelpiece,
he is staring back at the world
like a founding father.
Self-contained and righteous,
he is the one who pays
the piper. Like it or not,
for your own good, you’ll dance
to the tune he’s called.
His name is Isaac Lowthian Bell –...
Saturday 23rd February 2019 11:49 am
Beyond these walls there’s a place
where they are sisters and daughters
and soon, inshallah, virtuous
wives- and mothers-to-be.
Out there where modesty's praised,
their future's determined.
Their allurements buried
like a hoard, each bride-price
is settled. Being who they are
and where they come from,
each is a link in the chain
that holds the world toget...
Friday 22nd February 2019 1:13 pm
The first car we owned was a 2 CV
with no certifiable history.
The year we got together
we drove it to the end of its days.
With its tinny dinted roof
it had an air of slumped defeat
we rose above quite easily.
When summer broke all records
the windows that didn’t quite close
were an unexpected bonus.
Its mind-boggling gear stick
Friday 11th January 2019 4:19 pm