Poetry Blog by Emlyn
Julie Rose Clark on Judicial Continuity (Wed, 6 Mar 2013 04:31 pm)
It was Charlie who brought them together
And once they realised it, well it was never going to last forever.
It was Charlie who was left in the middle.
He was there sun, their moon their rising star.
A child seat in two different cars.
Mum and dad now both see Charlie in two separate ways
Mum every morning for school and evenings occasionally when out in the 'pool.
Tuesday 28th October 2014 12:48 pm
A rain of death is falling in Ramses Square
There's something perceptively evil in the air
Perhaps it's the word Moslem
That excuses the eagle from treating them less like men
I saw him, unarmed pleading hands outstretched in front of the tank
The rifle raised these bastards are not firing blanks
What code, what right is invoked that separates crime from state
Sunday 18th August 2013 7:38 pm
If God is a judge
Does he make a decision
Refusing to budge on any omission.
Or, does he readily, occassionally say
I fucked up there
On coping a plea or well aimed prayer.
And how does one appeal the almighty seal
To a tribunal, following a funeral?
The father son and Holy Ghost
Is it by email or sent in the post
What are the rules
Monday 4th March 2013 1:18 pm
Baking home-made bread in Birkenhead,
Cannot be justified.
I have tried.
Except in the unlikely event
If not paying rent
One has to sell the homely pride
Enticing would-be vendors to come inside.
Baking bread in Birkenhead is fun, amusing but time consuming.
The competition on this grey February day
Is Halo 3 extended play
An assault on a young boys...
Thursday 21st February 2013 4:41 pm
Written coming into Stourbridge Junction 29th May 2012
Passengers must not cross the line
An epitaph for a lingering death of times occasionally sublime,
Travellers lovers and would be friends
Attempting to wander over fertile ground
Once so profound
Passengers must not cross the line.
By car, by train, by plain, by boat, adventurers in love.
Wednesday 30th May 2012 9:50 pm
My name, among others, is Taliesin. And the story that I am about to tell, may well, be fable.Though if you then challenge my account and say, that this must surely be happening today,Then I would not deny such synchronicity. The tale I sing, [Taliesin].....is set in one place without time.Also here and there this very night ,sublime. Read on....
Tuesday 8th November 2011 7:15 am
A mirage of Mecca rises North Westerly across the water, mirroring Manhattan.
Feeling the icy, ghostly touch of past glory I turn abrupt
The head spins. Whirling. Dizzily into another reality
Is there no direction I can take? No Yellowbrick Road
Cut off by ebb and flow.
Tuesday 4th October 2011 7:32 pm
You are a goddess
And noone can own a goddess.
No man, no spirit, no mortal form.
It is the most fervent wish - of men with a certain intellectual drive,
To dance, to sing, to entertwine and lay with a goddess,
For then, and only then, then they may feel truely blessed.
Such occassions shake the world and all of us therin.
Tuesday 4th October 2011 5:04 pm
I light a cigarette and ponder whilst steadily flowing traffic takes unwilling workers to hours of obligation.
Another tab to delineate time,
A comforting nipple in a life of crime.
Footsteps hurry down a suburban street pacing a rhythm with anxious feet.
Welcome to Sky and people passing by, welcome to another day of making hay.
If, as some say, all energy is sound the...
Sunday 2nd October 2011 9:33 pm
And if so why?
Do you wish us to like you?
The way you walk, the way you talk. The way you express yourself.
Performing your plays to poetry.
Immagination, effort and intent.
Follow it through.
In the future all will be famous for 15 minutes.
Is this your t...
Sunday 2nd October 2011 9:28 pm