Poetry Blog by Patricia and Stefan Wilde
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...
Wednesday 13th September 2017 10:57 pm
Sunday 6th August 2017 9:30 pm
No blowhole fountain
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...
Monday 31st July 2017 7:22 pm
.....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.
Tuesday 25th July 2017 8:51 pm
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?
Thursday 20th July 2017 5:37 pm
let us yet again build
a disrespectful pyre
and incinerate the worst
of dark repeating memories
to keep our revulsions
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...
Saturday 15th July 2017 9:50 am
smiling and too readily
he signs the his name on a list
of the soon to be
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 ...
Tuesday 11th July 2017 8:49 pm
Monday 10th July 2017 2:09 pm
Born into tenement life.
Child of 'take your pick Father'
Child of 'Mother for sale'
Ghetto kid turned G.I. Joe.
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.
Friday 7th July 2017 11:22 am
Wednesday 5th July 2017 10:22 am
Friday 30th June 2017 9:26 am
Thursday 29th June 2017 9:36 pm
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...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 11:40 pm
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...
Saturday 24th June 2017 9:50 am
Thursday 22nd June 2017 8:38 pm
spoke to Brian Jones in my sleep last night
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
Wednesday 21st June 2017 12:06 am
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
Friday 16th June 2017 2:28 pm
So I've got terminal cancer he said
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
you know very well that these thing's take time
Thursday 15th June 2017 9:32 am
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!
Sunday 11th June 2017 5:34 pm
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
Thursday 8th June 2017 8:16 pm
Wednesday 7th June 2017 4:12 pm
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...
Tuesday 6th June 2017 11:03 pm
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?
OH YEAH! SPACE IN A FUCKING SHOP FUCKING DOORWAY!
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...
Friday 2nd June 2017 6:39 pm
tea towel's tumbling
dust cloth's dancing
pillow slip's pirouetting
Thursday 1st June 2017 12:16 pm
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 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...
Monday 29th May 2017 5:28 pm
Sunday 14th May 2017 11:12 am
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...
Friday 12th May 2017 10:17 pm
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...
Sunday 7th May 2017 8:44 am
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...
Friday 5th May 2017 2:37 pm
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.
Thursday 4th May 2017 2:26 pm
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 ...
Monday 1st May 2017 10:41 pm
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...
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 6:28 pm
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