Poetry Blog by Ian Whiteley
Big Sal on Thaw-Irkhet-if (Mon, 26 Nov 2018 01:24 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
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
My music project THE CROWS OF ALBION have released their new CD and DOWNLOAD on 1st October 2014.
21 tracks across 80 minutes featuring 14 poems I first posted to Write Out Loud (see link to tags below) set to musical backings. The remaining songs are covers versions (Motorhead & Bob Dylan) and traditional wartime favourites 'Pack Up Your Troubles...' and 'It's A Long Way To Tipperary'.
Thursday 2nd October 2014 2:07 pm
Death Of A Poet (Anthem For Doomed Youth)
The grey November sky has lost its light,
just one more boy has fallen to his death,
another lad who won’t survive the fight
or pass beyond this final exhaled breath.
Though many soldiers leave this war unheard,
their stories lost forever, never told,
this one will paint us pictures with his words
that will not lose their power or grow old...
Wednesday 6th August 2014 2:42 pm
some of you kind Write Out Louders offered me some great encouragement when I posted this poem earlier this year (tribute to Pete Seeger) and suggested it might work well with a musical backing -so - I've been in the studios and produced this version - I hope you like it:
The Walkin’ Man
Serendipity Spangle was a walkin’ man -
of that, there is no doubt,
he walked across great continents
Thursday 17th April 2014 7:33 pm
Cycle Of The Scarecrow
before she came
I stood here
for what seemed like eons
with a blood red sun
setting behind me
my head full
of nothing more
straw and dreams
a hole in my chest
where beetles scuttled
happy come rain or shine
my only fear
that crows might see
be brave and bold
and strut towards me
then peck out
my button eyes
now as the shadows g...
Saturday 22nd March 2014 11:52 am
Re-post from earlier last year - now with audio and music backing
Thirty Plus Years In An Open Necked Shirt.
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke
a walking bag of bones
staggers out onto the stage
like Woody from the Stones
rapid fire delivery
sprays all with Salford tones
jitters, jives, ducks and dives
wrestling with the microphone
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke
in much need of a comb
Saturday 4th January 2014 11:29 pm
Overdose (Of Love)
I’ve taken an overdose,
pumped into my veins
the fever of love,
now I’m going insane.
It’s deadening sense
and destroying my brain –
what the hell do I care?
but I can’t stand the pain.
take my breath away
is there no other way?
The dragon of darkness
tells you to stay,
as morning bre...
Thursday 22nd August 2013 8:14 pm
Shattered, splinters of midnight
caressing and glancing off skin.
White, frozen beams of moonlight
that spotlight two strangers dancing.
Electric blue, cutting through mist
as a small, fair hand is held near –
then a blinding flash as two lovers kiss
and a slow, gentle, ebbing of fear.
Eyes drawing near, then cutting like lasers
Sunday 28th July 2013 8:23 pm
Northern Lights (54th)
The Northern Lights are ablaze tonight
And, oh, I’m feeling down.
You never could just treat me right,
You always played around.
This fallen angel’s lost his wings
And come, at last, to ground –
While all the while my world turns
And those Northern Lights go round.
The heavens glow with neon arcs
The skyline blazes brigh...
Thursday 27th June 2013 4:01 pm
silver starlight in your eyes,
a soft touch
before we say goodbye.
It’s over too fast,
I hope this feeling will last
until the morning
of teardrops on your cheek.
All my tears,
the happiness I seek
was over so fast,
I hope this pain won’t last
until the morning
Wednesday 29th May 2013 11:26 am
Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)
and feeling so high.
Walking on walls
and touching the floor.
Spinning wheel blues
in the back of your mind.
Knowing you can’t take
in time with each spin
as the room turns over
and throws you aside.
You clutch to the bed
as though you would fall
and – somew...
Sunday 28th April 2013 6:51 pm
This make-up’s dried upon my face,
gone cracked with age and wear.
I can’t remove this absurd mask.
You’ll never know how much I care.
The girl with pretty eyes will smile,
the clown, so sad, will sigh.
Another chance has passed away.
Another star lights the sky.
You see the clown and laugh at him,
I turn away and cry,
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 10:10 am
The air is chilled,
the night has eyes
that watch the lovers
in the shadows.
in sinful eyes,
that hold the fear
where no-one goes.
A prowling man-trap,
to hold her own
in crowded rooms
that smell of death,
when you're singled out
and on your own.
Black Widow comes
Monday 4th March 2013 5:14 pm
keen to make use of all the wonderful features on this site. so am attempting to load an audio recording i did a few years ago as part of a performance piece of poems put to music. if it works ok i may post a few more further down the line. influenced by john cooper clark, roger mcgough and patrik fitzgerald - maybe leans a little too much towards the music to be a 'real' poem (?)
Monday 11th February 2013 7:09 pm