Poetry Blog by Ian Whiteley
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
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
Tags From Last Year
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