Poetry Blog by Pete Fisher
tony sheridan on Through the Cracks (Mon, 11 Feb 2013 07:37 pm)
tony sheridan on Freedom's Word (Mon, 11 Feb 2013 07:30 pm)
tony sheridan on Breathe in the Dust (Fri, 12 Oct 2012 07:43 pm)
If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.
Sunday 18th January 2015 7:02 pm
She has fallen through the cracks,
of the system that just lacks,
that human touch and eyes that really see
While she suffered all the bruises
And the worst kind of abuses,
Those that could, and those that should,
Just let it be.
“Well, it’s not our fault you know”
“We’re understaffed and we must toe, the
system rules that we get from above”
Monday 11th February 2013 12:41 pm
Well, there’s a light
At the end of the tunnel.
But it still looks so far off to me.
But we'll keep walkin’ on straight, and embracing our fate,
‘cos freedom’s where we thought it would be.
Some look at this state
With eyes of envy.
They shout and they curse and they scream.
Yet they want it so much
And say, it’s outta their touch
So from thei...
Monday 11th February 2013 12:34 pm
There was a half open window
that half held back the night
and a half hearted fighter
who had given up the fight
and a half empty bottle
that held the remnants of his dreams
and a promise that tomorrow may never come.
On the corner stood a vendor
who would shout about the news
but he didn’t really give a damn
about which side would win or lose
for he’d seen it all ...
Monday 11th February 2013 12:29 pm
The things that I do, I don’t do outta malice
I just take a few trinkets, and give them to Alice.
She stores them away for a dark rainy day
And gives me protection and a Place where I stay.
I look outta the window, there’s no pane of glass
Wont go out today, I’ll just sit on my ass,
‘cos Alice aint watchin’ she’s collapsed on the floor
She’s been like it ...
Monday 11th February 2013 12:27 pm
Tattoo the toilet walls with prophetic wisdom
break the chains of your emotional restraint
treat with contempt the conventions of failure
disenthrall the disenfranchised heart.
Do not trust the echo of rebellion in hollow words
seek to find truth in actions
question yourself as you would question others
and judge yourself harshly as others undoubtedly wil...
Monday 11th February 2013 12:23 pm
It’s the dogma of the righteous.
It’s the sceptre of the king.
It’s the poison in the chalice.
It’s the axe that madmen swing.
It’s the sorrow for no reason.
It’s the bitterness of tears.
It’s the act without redemption.
It’s the fear, of fear, of fears.
It’s the pain of never knowing.
It’s the wound that never heals.
It’s the pressure of the ...
Monday 11th February 2013 12:04 pm
The tracks of tears on dusty cheeks that fell from the eyes that were dulled by a vision of tomorrow.
The head held high in defiance of a fate that could not be worse than what had gone before.
The blood soaked shirt that hung from the wire like a flag from a long forgotten cause.
This is the price of your lie.
The distended belly the sunken eyes the silence in the midst of so much pain
Thursday 11th October 2012 7:01 pm
This is a poem that was written by an old friend of mine called Paul Nunn who I have a long music association with. He heard some of my performance poetry and asked if I would record this one. It is my pleasure to have done so.
Tuesday 26th June 2012 7:01 pm
In the corner, darkly
Sat the man with one eye closed.
Could he really see me?
I guess he could, one would suppose.
Or maybe he was restin’
Only one eye at a time.
Or one eye he could see with
And in the other he be blind.
If this really was the case
Then which eye should I now trust?
And should I sit and play my cards
And hope that he’ll ...
Wednesday 6th June 2012 3:17 pm
I have my own little piece of the world.
Sure, it has its problems, but nothin’ too much.
It has its pleasures and there’s more than enough.
And I’ll share them with you; I will share them with you.
So, put down that rifle, and put down that gun.
Let’s take back those words that hatred begun.
Let’s tear down those icons that make us ignore
The cries of our own, the cries of our ...
Wednesday 6th June 2012 2:45 pm