Poetry Blog by Mark Niel
Streaker on the news.
Epileptics warned against
Wednesday 30th January 2013 12:11 pm
It’s too early on the Jubilee line
and too many stations until mine.
The high voltage jolt of caffeine
from two hours ago
has dissipated like
A girl with caramel for skin sits opposite
losing her fight with wakefulness.
Eyes melt, head wavers
Like harvest-ready corn in the gentlest of breezes.
With hair corralled by an Alice Band
Thursday 24th January 2013 1:22 am
Advice for Poetry Slammers
(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling)
If you can keep your scores when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you recall your words when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can bear to hear the poems you've spoken
Critiqued by snobs who scorn the common touch,
Or watch your strategy for three rounds broken...
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 12:13 pm
I knew it was a bad idea. I was guilted into it because it was for “Charity”. Just how bad an idea it was only became apparent when I set foot on stage. For every second of my two minutes or so, a drunken, howling, baying mob heckled and jeered my every word.
The “it” was a local version of Britain’s Got Talent (I know!); staged in a pub/night club at 10pm on a Sunday (I know!!) on the nig...
Monday 28th June 2010 1:20 pm
In a crowded Kilburn pub
minutes before the gig,
the ache sneaked in.
I’m squirreled into a corner,
nested down, trying to order
into precise columns.
It isn’t working.
As I sip sparkling water
my eye is drawn outside by
a green Ford Focus
crawling across the window.
My spirit teleports home;
Friday 19th February 2010 5:16 pm
Thursday 17th September 2009 5:00 pm
They tuck you up, your mum and dad
They like to, and they do.
They fill you with all the love they had
And add some extra, just for you.
For they were tucked up in their turn
Wrapped up warm as a duffle coat,
And quickly given Tixilix
If tickles appeared in their tiny throat
Man hands on happiness to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
So be as tactile as you can,
And don't miss any hugs yoursel...
Monday 13th July 2009 4:51 pm
So Beckham is doing a timeshare
Playing for LA and Milan.
I think it’s a brilliant idea
Every player should follow his plan.
Wayne Rooney can timeshare with Watford,
Taste life outside the top flight.
Let’s see how flash his play is when
Away at Cardiff on a cold winter’s night.
Bring Ronaldo to Luton!
British football at it’s grass roots
And if, just once, he tried diving
Monday 30th March 2009 9:17 am
Mists of time
fog my memory
are still my beacon.
I forget your name
I never forget
I love you
as I walk through
the ever-darkening forest
Thursday 15th January 2009 3:13 pm
I was talking to a drug dealer the other day,
(purely for research purposes you understand).
He said we had much in common.
“Like what”? I asked.
Well for a start, “pot” is three quarters of “poet” and all the poets I ever met were at least three quarters gone the whole time.
A good point, well made, I felt. Albeit anecdotal in nature rather than based on firm data.
Thursday 13th November 2008 9:58 am
I popped into Lovejuice today
To grab a spot of lunch
I met Sade’s Boyfriend
Making the pulped fruit punch.
He's a Smoothie Operator
Wednesday 24th September 2008 11:56 am
Adam and Eve lay down in the garden
When a part of him started to harden
Eve said “Not to be graphic,
All my urges are Sapphic
Please forgive me if I beg your pardon”.
Friday 29th August 2008 1:27 pm
Truth is whispered during times apart.
Small stirrings of the soul ripples pangs
of comfort and agony, each
unsure which is dominant.
The sense of belonging
ironically, magnified in a vacuum.
The sky is higher in Africa.
Closing my eyes
I am carried on the breeze,
caressing your skin and
teasing your hair with my breath.
Open eyes finds me still
Wednesday 6th August 2008 8:47 am
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
She looked all over the UK.
Then, (being industrious) traveled the world
Until she reached the U. S. of A.
She searched in all the fifty states
Came close in Texas, but found only cattle.
Finally gave up and moved to the West Coast,
Sheepless in Seattle.
Wednesday 30th July 2008 2:38 pm
It started with the famous five,
Though I had no time for Dick,
Or Julian or Timmy the dog.
Ann and Georgina made me tick
Recently it’s Lara Croft
and Uma Thurman too,
as Beatrix Kiddo in Kill Bill
Volume one and two.
It’s become an obsession
Female stars of film and fiction.
I consulted a psychiatrist
For the name of my affliction.
He said “I’m sorry, I’m afraid you hav...
Monday 28th July 2008 10:20 am
I had my first date with my (now) wife on Easter Monday, 1986. This was the 8,137th day of my life. 9 July, 2008 was 8,137 days on from that first date and point at which we had been together exactly half my life. This is the longest I have ever gone out with a girl!
Dark, dark and dark the night
As we walked, squeezing the last moments
From the weekend before work
Usurped our time....
Monday 21st July 2008 10:09 am
You lied about your age,
Your weight and your shoe size.
I found out too late
To halt our demise.
Half truths and whoppers
Comprised your diction.
No facts, just fantasy
And falsehoods and fiction.
This dress? Just ten pounds,
Bought in a sale.
If your nose was Pinocchio’s
It would run off the scale.
You deceived and destroyed me
At every wrong turn.
Friday 18th July 2008 12:08 am