Poetry Blog by Gus Jonsson (2012)
Saturday 8th December 2012 2:56 pm
Wandering dark streets again
Pain and stinging rain again cutting into me like a thief
Bleeding self disgust into my coffee cup
Stirring up emotions brown sugar days a coming
I’m listening to my heart pounding table tops
Sounding out Chuck Berry
You never can tell
But none the less promises of glass lie shattered
Blood splattered and torn into a thousand shards
Wednesday 5th December 2012 4:05 pm
The expectant buzz abroad in the streets of Bury last Sunday (Bank Holiday) evening was liken to , for those old enough to remember, a crowd scene from a ‘Mad Max’ movie. Shameless and My Gypsy Wedding merging as one as tarts and farts thronged and jostled through the streets spilling noisily in and out of every club and bar. Suddenly and thankfully I was off the street and through the po...
Tuesday 8th May 2012 10:50 am
Lion King in your sheepish sweet meadow sleep
Reap the rough and tumble sure shot
Firing from the hip hop spot music slot
Shooting for the star edges of the farthest flung
You are a shag bag wrung out to dry
Try rock and roll and watch Judy lights shining
Tit tattle speak easy jelly talk
Friday 4th May 2012 6:28 pm
For all of those trembling on the brink, all wannabe poetry performers, as yet uninitiated and still afraid to stand-up on an open mike night, WOL Middleton night at the Ring of Bells is just up your street.
I was last to climb the ladder of a steep staircase to the cosy room upstairs at Middleton’s Ring of bells, I was warmly welcomed by the words of our compare Gemma ,( I’m pregnant...
Monday 23rd April 2012 8:49 pm
Tears of rain streaked across the blinded eyes of the small shops and cafes that lined the narrow High Street, as muted sounds of a Christian Sunday morning could be clearly heard from behind the heavy oak doors of the Kingdom Hall. God’s gentle music rose up upon the squalling wind into the rain only to pitch tinkling and drumming from the roof tiles until splashing down onto the shining pavem...
Monday 16th April 2012 8:28 pm
He kissed your eyes in sleep talk
Taking your hand he led you to that first morning
Into the light
Into the early pearly light that brightened the furthest edge of day
Where he gifted you beauty radiant within you like suns rising
Where he scattered gold and ruby stone in your hair shining
Into the light
He painted yo...
Wednesday 4th April 2012 10:55 am
Silhouetted against cold and darkening skies the vast Victorian monolith known as Brooklyn threw open its weathered creaking doors to a small band of foolhardy poets brave enough to enter.
The nervous throng of poets and musical wannabes were invited into what was once the master’s sumptuous bedchambers, sadly long neglected. Forgiving the backdrop of attic trivia and old bikes, one could n...
Monday 19th March 2012 11:38 pm
When Bibble he would a bounding swim
Boundless glore upon his fizzog
Splashed he breastie ways and overlimb
Swimming swifty like a croc log
Quiet stealth he’d swimmy creep
Both overland and overseas
Until upon toasted stooks he’d leap
Climbed the highest Groolam trees
Came then Krabb and turning Turtle
Came then coughing Doobah birds
Nurbling yams and wee...
Saturday 10th March 2012 8:36 pm
I still dream of the Solent’s bottle green,
of gentle sea splashing against the weed clad legs of the dark jetty.
Comes then a steal of wind carrying a kiss of the sea wetting your cheek,
as raucous rusted
ferry chains ring out over the darkening estuary.
Roosted high upon her boatyard perch
a gull watches quietly from beneath downy white wing
as night p...
Monday 20th February 2012 2:10 pm
He found a diamond
A fire too hot to handle
Burning his fingers
Burning his cold toes
Keeping his ear to the ground
Quietly like a mouse
Quietly like snowfall
He stole into the brightness
A lightness of touch
A lightness a foot
He trod where angels fear to
Stepping into hell
Stepping out lightly
Into a future long past...
Friday 17th February 2012 4:31 pm
Chase, rattle rings and things, Charlie chasing lady.
Moon pools sparkle beneath her thick black lashes
brushing away the lazy dampness of later midnight.
Yellow bright lights piss quick, dippy dancing a crazy
to faraway Manchester.
Blue note bozos tattooed black wait in tattered corners,
graffiti floozy Queens peddle push all ways.
Sirens table talk swee...
Sunday 12th February 2012 5:58 pm