Poetry Blog by John Prior
Frances Macaulay Forde on R’ Ava xx (Mon, 9 Jul 2018 02:50 am)
Frances Macaulay Forde on The Black Big Top (Wed, 27 Jun 2018 03:45 am)
I read somewhere that "your wings were ready but our hearts were not",
It got me day dreaming, searching a lot,
Was your time always destined to play this way,
The promise of a life time, cruel intention, never meant to stay?!
I've told myself over and over and again,
That today is a gift, earned hard in yesterday's pain,
We gave you life, the sweet bond built with your moth...
Sunday 8th July 2018 12:31 am
What light can be shone that blinds what you’ve lost?
What rush justifies value at such a great cost?
You sit still for so long smiling through distant dreams,
Can memories relived really cloak lives ripped apart at the seams?
Your kids feel the hurt raised in the care of another,
To my eyes you made choices - you failed as a mother,
Do you see it as different? What’s in you...
Sunday 8th July 2018 12:16 am
Scream lung deep into a brown paper bag,
Let the pain poor free to drain the bulls red rag,
I don’t hear where the devil lives for the rustling distorts,
I know you’re hurting but your hand is moving and I can’t see all the warts,
Until you choose - until you can,
Until your soul finds the strength to trust a man,
I will hear words only spoken in different tongue,
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 4:03 pm
Summer shower arrives quenching an unknown thirst,
Droplets of release freeing from the worst,
The stubborn blinds slowly drawn back wide,
No longer recognise why there was reason to hide,
Music hits harder, eyes squinted to the new sun,
Munitions of self harm loaded in a holstered gun,
Absent friends, "were they there all along?"
Chemical parole serving right from wrong,...
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 3:58 pm
The start is the end of a long sleepless night,
A new day's light is the bell, next round of the fight
"Today's going to be different", echoes a heavy pillowed head,
You've heard this lie before from the soapbox of your bed,
You know who you are, you've lived through each day,
The context of those comments?? "What did they say?!",
That really doesn't sound like the 'me' that...
Tuesday 26th June 2018 8:39 pm
Firsts stand strong, shouting out loud,
But lasts, lasts float by daily, whispering clouds,
We all remember a first step, a first kiss or that first special meet,
A last? A last tricks you - leaves things open, makes you think they're incomplete,
Then it f@#ks you over, stealing what thoughts you knew,
Leaves you scarred from an unrepentant debt fate destines forever due,
Tuesday 26th June 2018 9:41 am
A new home to Grandparents, ‘immigrants’ from Eire
A sense of community and not “them from over there!”
Neighbours blurred into family, my Mum and my Dad,
Protective eyes everywhere, show the young good from bad,
Dirt, scuffs and laughs forge irreplaceable mates,
Arguments then make-ups with r’kid until late,
A house full at me mam’s for ‘community’ meals,
Irlam Rotary provided r’kids fir...
Monday 25th June 2018 1:11 pm