Poetry Blog by Ian Whiteley
at last the light
the promised light
slipping from Osiris’ grip
crushed by the wheel of centuries
this is not the land of the lord of silence
this is not the fertile valley
this is not the underworld
this is the harsh light
of an alien world
where sacred sarcophagus
is rent asunder
and remains displayed for voyeurs
of the dead
Monday 26th November 2018 12:57 pm
Falling Down The Cracks In The Pavement
I’ve given up the cakes
and all the biscuits too,
I’ve given up the beer
(and I really liked a brew).
I’ve given up the crisps,
I’ve given up the Coke,
I’m really trying hard to be
a really slimmer bloke.
The curries have gone with the wind,
the Mexican’s waved goodbye,
the Chinese are prawn crackered
and I’ve said...
Wednesday 14th November 2018 8:01 pm
A Poppy In Winter
November mists come down in shrouds of grey
and folk remember, with their poppies red,
the loss of sixteen million war dead
and how the guns fell silent on this day.
So who are you to deem to have a say
on whether I should honour those who bled
by crimson colours? – or perhaps, instead,
in remembrance there is another way.
For I would guess that mo...
Tuesday 6th November 2018 3:16 pm
something for Halloween and Autumn
That Which Autumn Leaves
The clowns were funny in the ring,
as they joked and tumbled and fell -
but in the camp, after the show,
they made our young lives hell.
Still in their masks of garish paint
and drunk on Vodka shots,
they cut and bruised and beat us,
hatching cruel, twisted plots.
I never saw the demons
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:48 am
A Sting In The Tale
The throbbing drone
borne upon a summer breeze,
that moves the grass gently
and whispers through the trees.
dribbles onto plates at high teas.
We take for granted
simple pleasures such as these.
From the mountain pastures
to the shores of tranquil seas,
they bob and weave and buzz
on their busy working sprees.
Tuesday 23rd October 2018 4:34 pm
Blood Brothers In Arms
My uncle Jack nearly died
in the battle of the Somme.
Crawling from his trench
he was the victim of the bomb
that threw him in the air
and killed his brother, Tom.
Deafened by the blast
and blinded by the mud
he lay upon the battlefield
drowning in his blood,
praying God would save him
as only his God could.
But the gods ...
Friday 19th October 2018 1:48 pm
I have released a new poetry/music album titled 'Screaming Blue Murder' under my recording project THE CROWS OF ALBION. The title track is provided above.
There are 16 tracks (1 cover) all of which were originally posted as poems on Write Out Loud.
Over the past 5 months I've been working them into 'songs' with a great producer - John Kettle from Merry Hell at Music Projects in Wigan.
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 6:44 pm
Ernest Bevin got his pound of flesh
as I sucked on my Woodbine,
one of the ‘lucky’ ten percent
who were standing there in line
waiting to be conscripted -
but they decided to assign
me to a living hell
and send me down the mine.
So I toiled for years in darkness
and breathed in black diamond dust,
until my back was broken
along with all the t...
Sunday 16th September 2018 12:36 pm
Above The Light Of The Morning Star
Pity the dark eyed man who chases sleep.
Yet, pity more, the man who finds that realm
and dances with his friends, long gone,
then wakes to find such loneliness in his heart.
A father’s hand laid gently on his shoulder
or a mothers kiss to say farewell on leaving.
These are the magic lanterns
of the ghosts that are their ghosts....
Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:45 pm
cold to the touch
the colour of duck eggs
of taut hair
cross on chain
Tuesday 4th September 2018 4:26 pm
Under August Skies
We sat around the table Mam
but none of us got fed,
for the Corn Law has been biting
and we don’t have any bread.
The mill wheels have stopped turning,
so we haven’t any jobs
and we’re under-represented
by the parliamentary nobs.
So we gathered in the field Mam,
with our banners and our flags,
and the soldiers sat in lines
Sunday 19th August 2018 8:49 pm
Screaming Blue Murder
I’m screaming Blue Murder
at the state of the nation
and how we blame our ills
on Muslims and immigration -
talking about people
as though they’re an infestation.
I’m screaming Blue Murder.
I’m screaming Blue Murder
at the Banker’s greed
and the people on the street
who we can’t seem to feed -
the way that we trample
Wednesday 15th August 2018 3:12 pm
you could see right through me
a swift pick up
then off to do your thing
feeling used and dirty
left to feel like rubbish
the slow decline
going to pieces
feeling so small
as if no one knows
you’re there at all
Monday 13th August 2018 8:25 pm
I don't usually do pre-amble, but in this case it's necessary. I took part in a city team slam last night where one of the requirements was to 'roast' the opposition city in a warm up exercise.
In West Yorkshire, particularly in Rugby League, one of the historic rivalries is between Leeds and my home city of Wakefield - we co-exist just 7 miles apart. I was asked to 'roast' the city of Leeds - ...
Saturday 4th August 2018 10:57 am
And Now The Weather
Rain drops smudge the inky page,
snowflakes on the talk shows,
the sun bakes hard the daily news.
That’s the way the wind blows.
Lightning strikes the gossip columns,
thunder rustles print rows,
All Hail the brave reporters.
That’s the way the wind blows.
Sleet and mizzle obscure truth,
pressure builds in highs and lows
from dull ...
Thursday 26th July 2018 7:18 pm
remember when you were a kid
and you got some tracing paper
and wrapped it round that thing
you use on your hair –
and blew to get a tune out of it?
a sort of cross between
a rasp and a kazoo
your whole family
during a particularly boring
Thursday 12th July 2018 10:34 pm
From Dealey Plaza to Salisbury
and all points in between,
the Bear has been the symbol
for the west to vent its spleen.
“There’s reds under the bed”
often heard, but rarely seen,
while a pumpkin president
conducts his grizzly Halloween.
From Novichok to Lee Harvey
the red herrings abound,
drifting through our freedoms
but hardly ever found...
Monday 9th July 2018 12:36 pm
The Weeping Angel
She passed this way and tended to our pain,
stayed by our beds and whispered in our ears,
administered our wounds and eased our fears -
telling us that we would be home again.
Once, in her hands, I saw pendant and chain,
I will remember that for many years,
an angel weeping solitary tears
that made me think of the oncoming rain.
She sent it to her ...
Wednesday 4th July 2018 12:05 pm
A Wound That Never Heals
It hurts me
when a you shaped hole
appears in the cosmos,
where there is
an absence of colour,
where the sound
where the light
is masked by
dense grey mist.
I miss you
When it rains
a greasy rain,
when the cracked bell
when the planets
Tuesday 26th June 2018 12:12 am
There Are No Angels Here
Scraping around the vipers nest,
flaming swords and thrusting spear,
black spiders scuttle to the feast
but there are no angels here.
The dragon crawls into their veins,
hallucinogenic ecstasy or fear.
The demon bares his fangs to bite
and still there are no angels here.
The first-born rounded up and caged,
harvesting the mother...
Thursday 21st June 2018 4:01 pm
“what is beautiful?”
for she thinks
that she is not
because they tell her
she is not
“why are they hurtful?”
as if the outside
what is inside
and insinuates the sour
to what is sweet
“why do they ridicule?”
the size the shape
the roughness of my skin
the fact my spine
Is out of...
Monday 4th June 2018 12:36 pm
Lost In Translation
I was there to help you
when you needed my advice,
I faced my brothers bullets -
was prepared to pay the price
in my fathers land
because I fought for justice
and decided to make a stand
against the corrupt message
of the terrorist breed.
I wanted to scourge my land
of their demon seed.
So I stood at checkpoints
Monday 28th May 2018 4:20 pm
ðə króz ləmɛ́nt
(tékən frə́m ‘the bʊ́k ə́v crows’)
kró stǽnd ən fíld
sɪ́ŋ kró sɔ́ŋ
tú hjúmən ɪ́r
koww koww koww
kró blǽk ə́v wɪ́ŋ
kró blǽk ə́v bón
kró blǽk ə́v hárt
kró só əlón
áj hǽd brə́ðər blǽk
bə́t brə́ðər blǽk ɪ́z gɔ́n
tékən báj ðə wɪ́ntər
hɪ́r máj sǽd kró sɔ́ŋ
Wednesday 23rd May 2018 2:02 pm
The Beast Beneath The Beck
The beck at Westgate End is full of weeds,
its water is a muddy shade of brown,
confused ducks die within anaemic weeds
as sunken shopping trolleys pull them down.
Sometimes you hear a cold slithering splash,
as though some ancient creature has slid in
to feast upon the centuries of trash.
Who knows what evils are contained within?
Sunday 20th May 2018 12:49 pm
No bunting flutters in the breeze,
no boys and girls, dressed up so neat,
with not a scratch upon their knees.
There are no flags on Windsor Street.
There are no parties in the yard,
the sandwiches will hold no meat.
They will send no greetings card
‘from the residents of Windsor Street’.
There are no beds of scented flowers,
there are no...
Wednesday 16th May 2018 2:46 pm
Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)
Lupset sunsets smelled of bonfires,
undercut with new mown grass,
wild mint by the kitchen window,
treasures in the strawberry patch.
Father sat with pint of shandy,
The mower cooling in the shade,
the rake stowed by the garden shed,
the kids with sparkling lemonade.
Summer sun dips on the estate
dragging shadows from th...
Friday 11th May 2018 5:13 pm
This Is The News
You know that there are statistics
waiting to be displayed
when a BBC reporter
stands to the left of a brick wall -
and when the report’s about finance
and they’re stood out in the rain,
you know they’re going to make a pun
about saving for a rainy day.
When did the news become a vehicle
for cheap shots and sound-bites?
Where young report...
Monday 7th May 2018 5:00 pm
A quiet boy -
he painted rainbows,
got lost in the words
of ancient poets,
spoke with respect,
offered up his seat
and his place in the world
to the unfortunates.
he spoke in words
of love and peace
when the world was cruel,
Tuesday 1st May 2018 12:25 pm
This world is brutal in its bitter way,
destroying beauty, tarnishing the good,
Hurting the carers, harming those who would
do better with their lives each passing day -
those who, despite all that the doctors say,
take back some control – if only they could
get up from where they drown beneath the flood
of good intentions. So today I pray:
when you’re hu...
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:33 pm
To That Person Who Chips In To Finish A Crossword For You
It is much harder
To answer all but one clue
Than the missing last
Tuesday 24th April 2018 1:49 pm
Pub Quiz Theory
Albert Einstein got an i-pad,
flicked the switch on – turned off his brain,
played Candy Crush and Donkey Kong -
was never quite the same again.
He won a quiz night at the pub
by Googling facts and anagrams
and when the music round came up
he slyly swiped to get Shazzam.
He became the talk of the town -
a brainy bastard – all could see,
Thursday 19th April 2018 7:32 pm
Let The Night Fall
Let the night fall and cover us
with heavy molasses sleep
that makes our bodies
sink into soft linen sheets.
Clouds of pillows
our dream filled heads.
Let the night fall and still
the howling creatures
clawing at the doors
of our subconscious..
Folds of duvet
the ravages of life.
Tuesday 10th April 2018 2:44 pm
The Collector And The Collected
I keep it
In case I need it
Or in case
I want to read it again
I keep it
Because it sounds like
I’ve ever done
I keep it
Because I did it
And I want to
I keep it
Because it looks nice
In a nineteen seventies
Kind of vibe
I keep it
Because you gave it
On a ...
Saturday 7th April 2018 11:07 am
Back To The Park
It’s mid July,
a summer’s day.
School is just
a memory away.
We lay on grass
and watch the sky
and count the clouds
as they pass by.
We talk of bands
we’d like to see -
Led Zeppelin, Quo,
Sabbath and Free.
a distant bark,
In the park.
You turn to me
and kiss my lips
and move in close,
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 2:55 pm
Not the cross or the thorns
or the blood or the nails,
not the spear or the whip
or the rumble of stones
from the mouth of a tomb.
Not the hatred and bigotry,
the small minded hypocrisy
of this clan or that clan
whose father is biggest
or most feared or cherished.
Not the myth and the fable
espoused by blind acolytes
heaven bent on venge...
Saturday 31st March 2018 2:53 pm
A Memory Of Rhinoceroses
they were bigger than a house
and had heads the shape of cars
four of them
or maybe more
one was hooked like a sabre
they didn’t have genitals
that’s why they died out
their flesh tasted of pork
or maybe beef
I’m not sure
and they used to farm them
Thursday 22nd March 2018 6:58 pm
In Elbow Yard the walls are thin
between this world and the next.
We communicate through clairvoyants
because we couldn’t handle text.
But that’s all right mate,
that’s pretty cool,
you didn’t like clowns
and I’m the fool.
In Elbow Yard the darkness reigns
and death dances out of sight
ready to drag us to his ballroom,
illuminated in pale g...
Monday 19th March 2018 8:05 pm
I sit upon a judgement chair
And watch the lights
And hear the sounds
That emanate from over there
Where broken hopes
And dreams abound
You pay me well
But do not want me
Sitting there where you could sit
Taking up your place in hell
Amongst the blood
and tears and shit
I came from Spain
To ease the pressure
As hospitals began to...
Monday 5th March 2018 7:58 pm
we walked the ancient path together
where ancestors had worn the land
into a waypoint to the barrow
carefully observing rituals and customs
under azure skies we stumbled on our way
across this land of Albion
the hops the wheat the barley
bowing heads in solemn recognition
of the passing of souls
as we walked we talked of many things
Thursday 22nd February 2018 12:19 am
amerikkkan trilogy v.2.0 (MUSIC VERSION)
can be listened to on the following link)
When the KKK and the Kremlin
Are sharing their vodka and rye
When redneck mutherfuckers
are making Lady Liberty cry
When The land of the free is walled in
So pesky Mexicans can’t get by
That’s the day the rest of us
Sunday 18th February 2018 1:19 pm