Poetry Blog by Philipos
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I used to work with a guy called
Dent whose sister’s name was
Pru – she went off the rails when
she over spent which was hardly
very prudent. Dent went to Kent
whilst Pru cleaned the Gents to
pay off all the debt collectors.
Pru now lives in a caravan and
rues the very day her marbles
went – and Dent lives in a tent
somewhere near Brent – I guess
Saturday 24th August 2019 10:28 pm
What are they like – these
hare bells – snow bells –
some with fragrance some
without – others have you
wondering such as the bells
chiming at the local church.
Or is it the mechanical bells
that hold most sway - an
ambulance perhaps come
to take you hastily to those
places where medics work
trying hard to patch you up.
Or is it the ...
Thursday 22nd August 2019 12:43 pm
The Irish Sea, a most
unpleasant place to be
in raging storms when
waves - mast high - mask
out a sullen sky and send
the crewmen scudding over
tilting decks and grasping
nearest uprights to support
themselves – as on the bridge
bells chime out for watchmen
to report below and stow with
safer ties the shifting loads
loose in the vessel’s holds.
It is a timele...
Wednesday 21st August 2019 9:04 am
Some see me as a
Victor Meldrew type
having words with the
postie for dumping
junk mail through my
letter box and ignoring
the ‘please don’t signs’
I visit the local depot
all geared up for a few
words – the manager
looks perplexed – and
makes a confession –
we don’t like the stuff
either but have to do it
‘Have to do?’ I muse to a
more subdued self – s...
Monday 19th August 2019 7:51 pm
The SS Tarva was a game old
boat registered in Tromso and
if ships could speak might tell
quite a few salty tales. I boarded
her in Liverpool having signed the
usual articles of seamanship and
off we chugged to foreign parts.
She twisted and turned through
the Bay of Biscay like all boats did
but I had my sea legs by then and
could do the bow legged walk and
Sunday 18th August 2019 9:09 pm
If you peep at them now via
the distance of modernity
there is something rather
quaint about the old steam
boats that belched black smoke
through painted funnel tops – or
had salt-caked smoke stacks and
crews ate their hard tack biscuits
in more challenged times like war
Life-boat drills were moments for young
ones like me at the time, and meant scaling
down the lo...
Saturday 17th August 2019 7:17 pm
It must have been quite a drag
all that business being in the mud
hanging around fields and asking
a wounded Tommy if he needed
a fag – or could he help them write
a letter before the stretcher bearers
came – even if they were likely to in
all this mud – he might even ask about
a sweetheart back in Blighty who by
now, after all this time – probably had
her nighty off...
Friday 16th August 2019 9:43 pm
How quietude helps us think
and drink inside the wider world.
Unfurl your thoughts inside the
sanctum of the mind – and find you
leave behind a trace of peace. Now
we have acquired - the golden goose
of almost everything - minus the bling.
It's when angels voices can be heard
without our feeling weird or afraid
Thursday 15th August 2019 5:42 pm
It happened quite a lot
back then – death at sea
is what I mean – it almost
happened to me after we’d
berthed offshore near a new
refinery port in Nigeria – it was
called Port Harcourt which is
somewhere I didn’t want to
end up on a stone cold slab.
Mosquitoes are far too bold
for their skimpy size and have
a lot to answer for – they bite
you in the...
Wednesday 14th August 2019 12:57 pm
Even frogs are into blogs
they croak about them in
in their soggy alga bogs.
It isn’t like they have much
washing up to do – all they
seem to do is eat and poo
or take a dunk or too, or
catch on sticky tongues
their water hopping prey.
Besides Frogs like to croak
and frisk a lot. It is something
they do rather well by day,
or night, though flighty bugs
Monday 12th August 2019 7:55 pm
I’ve gone off reading all that stuff
about the Nag Hammadi scrolls –
you know the ones found by those
shepherds in an ancient cave when
they’d gone in there for a squat –
I mean all very interesting yes, but
half of them landed on a cooking
stove when other fuel ran out – so
what are we supposed to learn from
all of that papyrus - if anything at all
No what does int...
Saturday 10th August 2019 12:08 pm
The coffee menu showing
at Woking Wetherspoons
is down again – some tried
options work – others don’t.
Caffeine addicts queue with
tension growing at a pace.
The guy from behind the bar
wearing the black garb of
management status –
exits from behind the jump
giving the machine one
mighty thump – forget calling
the technical people – local
knowledge works a ...
Friday 9th August 2019 7:33 pm
Something is a-foot
(or should I say a-wing), so
be well aware of seagulls
and their artful schemes
around the shores and other
inland haunts because they
know quite well how to
muck spread into our sun-
tanned faces and keep us
on our toes and our hands
primed for surprise attacks.
At first they sus you out
and look like butter wouldn’t
melt - hovering aroun...
Wednesday 7th August 2019 6:47 pm
I don’t just live alone
there is a lodger on the
upper floor just nesting there
without a single by your leave
it’s something I try not to grieve
too much about, though doubt
sometimes intercedes and sets
off something doing Irish jigs, on
twigs, inside my aching head
I don’t just live alone
the ringing of the phone
reminds me of an outer
brighter world and kidd...
Sunday 4th August 2019 1:07 am
Ants I suggest are no mere aberration.
They live in a formicary – posh word for station.
Ants have technicians who aerate their hills,
and also mean mouths with pincers and bills.
Never take picnics where ants are afoot
for ants with agenda could not give a hoot.
They munch on a sandwich, a grape or a pear
and couldn’t care less if they stray in your ear.
Ants and their man...
Saturday 3rd August 2019 8:25 pm
She was always like that
flaunting herself with a
well stocked upper bodice.
Flirty-Gerty I seem to recall
was her name – used to give
me that ‘come on’ look and
then the dazzling smile which
left me lost for words – what
a girl – makes me go week at
the knees just to think of her.
One night much more vivid
than the rest, she got herself un
dressed and caressed...
Friday 2nd August 2019 8:07 pm
Can’t you hear it!
The voice of silence!
Peaceful that, isn’t it?
Are you awake?
I’m creeping out for a jar.
Was it something I said?
Wednesday 31st July 2019 9:43 pm
Following Ken’s funeral
out came his treasured
bits and bobs from a well
used cedar box. We sat
around the table sharing
memories of him in bygone
days. There was no shortage
of sepia photographs of when
we were five siblings then, and
knew too well the gift of mirth
around our favoured haunts
of post war Merseyside.
One photo stood out from all the
rest. We ...
Tuesday 30th July 2019 5:43 pm
A Guardsman stands up ramrod straight
when sent about his duties – he mustn’t
get befuddled if distracted by the
beauties – he watches out for squirrels
which emerge from nearby parks and should
one scale his trouser leg he leaps about
and darts (and makes one’s corgis bark)
as seagulls drop their payloads for a lark
(Sod it. There goes my MBE)
Tuesday 30th July 2019 9:38 am
These days I’m down to
once a week, it used to be
times seven, I dip my soldier
in the yolk and think I am
in Heaven. But eggs you see
they come with costs and
carry dodgy warnings what
with all cholesterol plus need
for work in mornings. Anyway
what did you think I was banging
on about? Not sex again! Some
people, you can’t change their
polluted thoughts and he...
Monday 29th July 2019 6:34 pm
In shocking terms there
wasn’t much to say, poor
vagrant lying on the subway
line, cider bottle still in grubby
hands. No clue about his NOK
Off came his gear, cut off with
the surgical scissors at the
local morgue. Nobody knew
so nobody mourned him gone,
some even felt it ‘just as
well’, I mean that vinegary
smell can hang around too
long. Pong, pong, pong
Saturday 27th July 2019 10:37 pm
More rubbish through the door
in spite of all the ‘No Junk’ words.
I grab the pile of leaflets and the
fast food ads, and hunt the postie
down a mere few doors along and
with the strongest terms, I press
the garbage back into his hand and
in rebuking tones I let him know my
views about abetting with the Royal
Mail to denude rain forests in the
Amazon and wider world b...
Monday 22nd July 2019 7:45 pm
Do it then
Jump you plonker
Why are you being so horrible?
It’s only mind over matter.
I don’t mind and you don’t matter.
COME BACK, I was only ....
Saturday 20th July 2019 10:27 pm
(Modified from an earlier African Collection)
At Doon Msasa in Zimbabwe
the industrial estate where
ethnic memorabilia is made,
I buy a ginger vase, an oil burner
and an alphabet patterned platter
for my granddaughter. Our 2 women
head for the curio shop and browse.
Stubbing my big toe on something
concealed below the grime of ochre,
I discover chippings of rose qua...
Thursday 18th July 2019 11:11 pm
Write a poem about it, someone said,
so I wrote 'Poem about it'. That's
not what I meant, she carped. Well
get out your harp and then strum
about what it is, precisely, that
your words are meant to convey.
Ave Maria, I added then. That's not
a poem she said. 'Well actuially it is
I ventured to suggest, at least for
those who have the ears that wish
to know and underst...
Sunday 14th July 2019 6:01 pm
Poems, snapshots of our life, or Kundalini of the moment.
As cameramen need light, so we too need the brightness
of our inspiration. Windows of the soul become desired goals.
So let them smirk at all our quirky ways but let the words
remain somewhere in abeyance of our forebearance just
as our parents may have encouraged us to do, let not our
precious words escape like slipping s...
Sunday 14th July 2019 12:49 pm
a new storm Barry
with winds that Hari Kari
they even issued bulletins
to citizens ‘Don’t tarry’
so fill up stocks of water
and food stuffs like you
oughta but then be braced
for afterwards with better
bricks and mortar
I have a friend called Barry
a former Grenadier who lives
in Carolina with a sweetheart
called Sedona. Of course I wish
Saturday 13th July 2019 12:50 pm
Look I don't want to talk about Wind OK,
it's rude. Or Earth for that matter, since
none of us knows what's going on with
all those Greenhouse gas emissions.
Fire you want to know about now, after
that huge curry we had at the Green Dragon
last night. Holy shite. Why did you just
zap me with that blasted air freshener!
Wednesday 10th July 2019 12:46 pm
‘Is there such a thing as Truth’
I asked the shrewd old Don.
Well not exactly, he proclaimed
I pushed him for a wise response.
‘You’ll have to look it up’, is all he said,
Then mused aloud. ‘There’s far more
to it than at first would meet the eye’
Tuesday 9th July 2019 11:30 am
THOSE NINE GREEK MUSES
Grecians never were completely fools
They knew the rules about the ruse of
Temptress goddesses known as the Muse
Now let me see, what were they called?
Well there was Calliope of course, she was the
muse of eloquence and of epic (heroic) poetry
and next came Cleo, muse of historical and of more
heroic poetry – could that be what we refer to as
Thursday 4th July 2019 8:49 pm
Bondi Bruce here
just been listening
to those Holy Mollies
Outside of Bruces beech
bar. Giving it plenty of oomph
they were, a hymn here or a
prayer over there, and the chants.
Even made me feel guilty just for
taking the good sea air in me lungs.
Streuth, they gave me some dodgy
glances when I started pulling out the
tabs on me tinnies. ...
Friday 31st May 2019 7:08 pm
THE SURGERY MOUSE
Whoever goes in there
must after come out
the madam with shingles
the doyen with gout and
how sneezy the noses of
those with infection, one
can see from their faces
there’s abject dejection
and of course there are
old boys who can’t quite
remember why they went
in there. But they stretch
out their hands or look to
the ceiling, whilst...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 7:44 pm