Poetry Blog by Fred Varden
Broadleaved woodland spreads alongside
open meadow, wetland and arable farmland
Cereal and vegetable, thriving in abundance,
in this gem to the eye of the beholder.
They are sheltered by their taller friends:
Oak and poplar
Cherry and birch
Rowan, Willow, Larch and Pine
I wish these were all friends of mine
Sycamore and Maple
Standing tall li...
Saturday 16th February 2019 10:26 pm
They talk often of life’s own cross roads
when it becomes that time you need to unload
Problems, situations, mistakes and more
You may have done things differently
that’s for sure.
If it hadn’t been for obstacles in the way
Another life you may have had today
But hey, we are we are, and it’s a fact
Is what you tell yourself, it’s all part of the act
In convincing yoursel...
Friday 8th February 2019 9:52 pm
Loss of balance feeling sick
Wondering if I’ll get over it
Room spinning, severe attack
Can’t make out where anything’s at
Loss of balance, can this be real?
It’s like living inside a Ferris wheel
that speeds up and then slows down
Leaves my system whirring around
My head, my brain, my thoughts a blur
What’s happening to me? it’s getting worse
People think that I’ve ...
Friday 8th February 2019 9:47 pm
You need me on every journey
To show you the way you should go
Without my expert direction
An A to Z you would have to follow
Navigation, I’m Sat navigation
My voice can be changed in an instant
I can be whoever you want
A man who is very assertive
Or a girl with sweet dulcet tones
For drivers I’ve solved all their problems
No need to ever get lost
unless you’ve not updated my syst...
Saturday 2nd February 2019 11:31 pm
I’m a man, I’m a man
I’m a football fan
everything else you can keep
Football’s what I eat and drink
No need for any sleep
That’s only wasting precious time
For me to tweet about that team of mine
Or watch ‘em on the box with a beer
Don’t ask macho me to drink any wine
I’m very sporting, win, lose or draw
It don’t matter to me if I bust someone’s jaw
In a figh...
Friday 1st February 2019 11:56 pm
It came we saw
We waited with open jaw
How it could it change
our lives for bad or good?
When division prevented
the plan to work
the way that it should?
We voted, the country split
Democracy then ruled over it
Time has passed
still no agreement
The debate goes on
It’s like bereavement
As things look dead
In the water that’s true
But in any case...
Does it bother me and you?
Friday 25th January 2019 11:43 pm
(To the tune of ‘Star Man’)
Didn’t understand, I had nowhere to go, oh oh
Out on the streets in the freezing cold oh oh
Every man for himself is golden rule you see
My only shelter was a cardboard box oh yea
The trash my restaurant fending off a fox
and then, I’d lay my head and sleep with one eye open, thinking...
It’s a hard life living on the streets
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 11:47 pm
When things are at their lowest point
And life seems harder day by day
When you’re in need of encouragement
And someone to help you see a way
You don’t expect it to be made worse
Then wonder “hang on am I cursed?”
For trying my best for those I love
Then hating myself for crying out
The Urban Poet 2019
Sunday 13th January 2019 12:35 am
In the big city amongst municipal concrete
Along a rugged coastline, rocks protruding
Within a deprived enclave, bereft of tears
No apparent progress for years and years
Where do you belong?
Breathing clean country air out in the sticks
Near woodland or forest with healthy walks
In a has-been village where coal was mined
Where in desperation people turn to crime...
Tuesday 8th January 2019 11:18 pm
Crimes involving knives
Affecting peoples lives
Senseless reasons why
young people sometimes die
At the hand with icy blade
Too late the price is paid
A tragedy avoidable?
An issue or conundrum?
Is knife education working
from Edinburgh to London?
Is this a sign of the times?
Statistics, rising crime?
A social problem?
A youth rebellion?
To reasons we...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 3:50 pm