Poetry Blog by Patricia and Stefan Wilde


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ambushed by natural submission

winging through the innocence of darkness

the moth becomes tempted.

Its continuance interrupted

by the windowed candles flaming attractiveness

and netted by its own singular desire

becomes drawn in to being instantly addicted

to the hidden deadliness within the glow

it loses the neccessity for every other wanting

and what waits should it find entry

makes all else non-ex...

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this is a poem indicating how very very much I am disgusted by those who seek to undermine and mock the ultimate sacrifices made by REAL members of our armed forces (for whatever self degrading reasons these sick individuals have who unbelievably are in their thousands!)


Accompanying this poem are two joined together photos of headstones erected in memory of two young me...

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Haiku;Common sense

Misunderstandings uprooted

new trees of wisdom bear fruit

sweeter clarifications digested.


Patricia Wilde

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for those who are about to rise we salute you!

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No blowhole fountain

as yet.

No rolling hump

followed by a black

hang-glider sized fin

for the moment

Nothing is rising

to corrugate the still waters.




like a sparkler spluttering into life

a sudden crackling voice on the radio breaks the monotonous silence.


There is a gruff reply from our maritime guide as he takes down

nautical directions a...

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if and when drugs are legalised

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.....then,around the estate he'll no more go dealing

delivering his little plastic bags of eventual pain

or threaten the late payers damaged by his gain.


When you decriminalise dear authorities

announce the changed laws in the paper and on the net

then,this twat whose roots were fed by others misfortune

will be by his new-blood money deprived life-met.


Stef Wilde 

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local trespassers will be ignorantly prosecuted

who owns these many beautiful fenced off acres?

the shag-happy rock star,foreign footballer,gobshite celebrity

or the rag arsed poacher

stealthily creeping homewards in the dark

with a sackful of dead rabbits over his shoulder?


Do they really belong to the elite rich

or the constantly returning ramblers whose love possesses it?


Patricia Wilde 

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bonfire of the insanities

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let us yet again build

a disrespectful pyre

and incinerate the worst

of dark repeating memories

to keep our revulsions

blazingly alive.


Barricade the minds door

against another blitzkrieg of nightmares

with a dead dictator

having done all the mass hypnotising of his own kind

and jack booted stomping on neighbours

he is going to do.


Stamp sized moustac...

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deaths volunteers

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smiling and too readily

he signs the his name on a list

of the soon to be


not found

blown to pieces

drowned in a flooded bomb crater

stomped into battlefield mud

on a day when foolish bravado filled Englands air

and legalised murder became his patriotic hobby.


Flashing greedy anger of machine gun muzzles

cutting down Britains flowers of youth in their ...

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it was to be the last gaze they shared.

No longer would she allow herself to be sorrowed

by his rule of pain.or

speak with his words in her mouth tasting of cruel exploitation.


Patricia Wilde


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poor payback for a soul soldier

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Born into tenement life.

Povertys prisoner.

Child of 'take your pick Father'

Child of 'Mother for sale'


Ghetto kid turned G.I. Joe.

Napalm junkie.

Gook hunter.


Thought he could take his anger out on the Vietcong.

They gave him a wheelchair for life.


Pain mocks his thoughts tonight.

He is still fighting a war but armed this time with stimulants.


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members of the Great War casualty club

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many were to end up

as dead as breath deprived beached fish

turfed out of their sea bed existences

stranded forever in immeasureable depths

on a different kind of shore

from where the light of life

has been eternally demobbed



Stef Wilde

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against the background of a December sky

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icy midnight.

Looking up and through

the irregular angles

of your snow dressed skeletal form.


Although winterly stripped to the bone

I see you far more suitably adorned

with the ever fruitful

constellation of stars


Patricia Wilde

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neccessary interaction

I am learning a new language.

One far more important than any other.

A language whose words epitomize nothing but love .

A language enabling me to converse with the needs of my soul


Patricia Wilde

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not exactly Psalm 23

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This bike is my stallion-petrol nosebag it shall want

It maketh me to blur through green pastures

It leadeth me past standing traffic

 It showeth in me signs of a  mid-life crisis

It leadeth me in mph's of frighteousness for my own mad sake

Yea though I ride slowly in the valleys of Rossendale

I will see no speeding ticket come through my letter box

The pit-holed roads and pol...

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re the enforced evictions-+

for people they think of as cattle having been made to overload themselves

with luggages of little hope and more than enough anger

the useless incompetetent so called organisations

have empty plans at the ready.

Instructions of how to follow non existent signs

that THEY think just might-just might have

shown the way to provided refuges they dreamed up

as being adequate enough


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An imagined mountain of salt

being poured into an invented wound.


Patricia Wilde

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Corner Stone

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spoke to Brian Jones in my sleep last night

he said

hey! this place is really alright!

look at these stars man! so bright! their light never fails!

in the starry somewhere of my dreams a harmonica wails


Stef Wilde

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accruing achievements

Lines wearing a change of slickness

goldenly full weighted

finding perfect homes


lengthening and heightening capabilities

to tread down on and crush the threat of ineffectivenesses.


Probings into newfound treasures

with qualities to die for

brought down from their hoverings

to amazingly dress

verse after verse


awakening images not yet defined


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My fathers way of toughing it out

So I've got terminal cancer he said

big deal!

and you think that I'm going to die?

don't be bloody stupid son!

I'm just going somewhere to see my ancestor's.

After all they have been waiting quite a while to see me.

Okay so it will take some time

so what?

you know very well that these thing's take time

he finally





Stef Wilde  

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warmly laughing while f*****g freezing!


dressed like an arctic explorer

for our ritual winters sunday trek

up into the snow skinned hillsides


your bubble shaped hood

gloves that made your hands look gigantic

scarf neck wound boa constricting fashion

long enough for a dozen necks

and those ridiculously clownish coloured ski boots

all in all

a rig out protective enough for space travel!


I'm s...

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you'll never change.

Its always going to be

business as usual


the cruel shadowing

of every day

with your darkening attitudes


your bullying voice booms

besieging my ears


with how sad eyes

I look into yours


as one emptiness does

looking into another



Patricia Wilde 


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long sultry shadow maker

garden bather in smouldering amber declinations

of full slanted reaching sleepy beams

submitting to the moons alternative duty.


Stef Wilde



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oration for those at the arse end of life

for those who good fortune stayed hidden from

for those who V fingered the the silver spoon mouthed but eight fingered and two thumbed old time tunes on pub pianos

for those who cursed their fathers who in turn cursed their fathers for exchanging food money for alcohol

for those who never heard santa coming down their chimneys

for those who argued with neighbours wanting a return on th...

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Angst addict

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So thats it is it?

I'm to be evicted?

and all because you think I'm unruly.

And you two think finding my own space would be best for all of us?



well thats ok-really!

because you see

I'd had just about enough of your olde worlde rules and ramblings

your Vera Lynnish out look on life club

that you tried to enrol M...

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mucky merry-go-round

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Trouser's twirling

tea towel's tumbling

sock's swimming

knicker's knotting

legging's looping

brassiere's billowing

roll-on's rolling

jumper's jumbling

wrap-around's unwrapping

cap's colliding

waistcoat's whirling

tight's tangling

speedo's spiralling

dust cloth's dancing

shirt's shimmying

mackintosh's mingling

pillow slip's pirouetting

dirtiness's ...

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after midnight in Shouldbepulleddown Street

Street lamps meekly glow

in the small hours

as they tumble by damp dominated slummish terraces

and down pungently cat piss reeking alleyways


a lonely beer pleased staggerer

half whispering

half silently mouthing

wonderous promises to no-one but his inebriated self

goes on his stumbling way

undisturbed by yowling hissing cats

each defending their impoverished terr...

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for those left to read their dying days menu

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MAIN COURSE-fresh air

DESSERT- a dwindling portion of time


© Patricia Wilde 14th May 2017

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Jerusalem? nay Mr Blake! Justuselessscum!

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And did those feet

in stolen trainers run amok

on poor Tottenhams burning scene

and have the unholy screaming mobs

on facebook later been?

and did those bastards so incline

to shit forth upon our decent respectful wills

and were communities near unbuilt there

by manic scallies lacking social skills?


bring them their beer filled cans their molotovs


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Widow baiting

appropriately he called her Mona Lisa

according to the same straight faced expression she wore day in day out

but kept that opinion to himself


it had never changed due to the lack of happiness

since the house began aching with the haunted void left by her late husband


yet if by some miracle they were to exchange looks in the street

he could he thought possibly try a coy...

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only the intellectuals need not reach for their Good old days dictionaries

On this falgorious day I am feeling inspidational

the sun is galmindinious all about is borifacional

my mood is merondicious as I go on my themphatic way

hearing the birds nebroficially singing makes my heart feel inspratemussay

I hum a errifatic tune I recall from grenlumeric times

to connosuave rodmentrac thoughts that beautifully transticomitrimes

so dear loniferous reader/s y...

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malignant growth of realisation

A sudden movement on the bread and nut scattered lawn.

Arriving to sit in the sunshine and beginning to groom himself

was a fat bright eyed grey squirrel.


Some call them vermin simply because they aren't a native species

and threaten to outbreed the red squirrel population.

But to me they are nevertheless altogether pleasing to look at if only for their cuteness.


So the...

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For the love of greasy girders

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In exiting the  Ball scratchers Arms

having had my fill of the inebriating

I was nasally magnetised by delicious wave after mouth watering wave

of our local chippy aromas


what is actually a few 'undred yards to its dooer (northern twang for door)

to me 'unger pains seemed like it might have been ont' tuther side of the world

so putting me pins (legs) into six million dollar ...

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Clickety clack

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Then there is the subject of trains

smokily trailing,thunderously railing

whistle a-wailing,taking the strain.


Though I cannot define,every loco station or line

for it would cost me a great number of days!

yet,still I'm so much amazed,how they criss-cross in so many ways

affording us wonderful views from their windows of sceneries sublime


How hard labouring men,trail...

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