Poetry Blog by Phil Kay

I don't know what to say about this. I hope you don't either.

Walking

0300 Zulu

Beer wine whiskey

You there

On that wall

Leaning

Waiting

For what

 Closer

Look at me

I’ll hurt you

Fucker

I’ll break your legs

Look at me

Fucker

Ah your here

Your girlfriend

Was behind the 

Wall

Fucker

Thats ok then

Don’t look 

At me

Keep walking.

 

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War.

The pain
Has no name
It travels in vain
It shows disdain.
It takes all.
It gives heroes.
Briefly.
It gives orphans.
Griefly.
It gives hope.
Thiefly.
But no one knows who started it.

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The Depths of Stillness.

When there’s nothing left but an empty heart

When all thats left will pull you apart

When you look at the sun and see a cloud 

And look at a cloud and feel despair.

 

You turn a corner and see a hill.

And what they offer is just a pill.

And the pain you feel, that, just can’t kill.

All you can do is sit very very very still.

 

When you try to run its a tiny step

Yo...

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Betrayed by the hands.

Check the bolt

For action

Hands slip and slide

Mud and sweat

Sweat and mud

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

“We’ll be alright”

“Aye”

Said a thousand times 

a thousand times

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

Check the bayonet

Check the bolt

Fucking hands

Shake

And sweat

Fucking hands

Shake

“Alright mate”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

“Alrigh...

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Orchard Park Housing experiment Hull 1960's

Young alive on Orchard Park.
Always dismal sometimes dark.
Watching dogs shit in the street
Paperboy quotas to meet.
Lordly castle thrown up cheap
Two up two down lovers leap.
Two trees to climb keeping fit
One field to play with kids and kit.
Fucking field full of dog shit.


Three blocks of flats
Filled up and run by twats.
Old people shipped quotas to meet

It's like abroad after B...

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Stories to tell..

Cathy was my friend.

I was twenty.

Cathy was twenty three.

she worked 

at British Home Stores.

On the counter

where lipstick

and smells jostled.

Colours for the nose.

Candy for the eye.

 

She was pretty.

Very pretty.

 

We’d meet in 

The pub.

“The Cheese”.

We’d drink. 

We’d get stoned.

And go and 

have sex.

We didn’t 

make love.

 

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Banal Repetition...

What is it

said

Just before bed

Or intrusion

In your head

Or interrupt

Like a pixel fool

Your football fix

Schedule

How many?

You don’t remember.

What……?

How many goals

Three to two

You’ll never forget

Had a winning bet.

How many

You don’t recall

But you love

That winning goal

What….?

I’m just saying

Bodies by the ton..

What… 

...

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Drinking was dangerous.

I’m glad Mr Browning is

No longer my mate

the eyes in...

The back of my head

See red mist 

And a wall

With a picture 

Screaming in its

Asylum

Grey fat 

Splat

Drips and slides

Wars late

Homicide

Impulse is fun

But to be

Avoided. 

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Valparaiso 1980 modern guilt...

Bob Dylan 

Guided people to their places

In the cemetery

Wearing a top hat

We were gone

Going

To Valparaiso

The Horn was sick and busy

I vomited my breakfast.

Pinochet welcomed us

With hands held out.

Marlborough and whiskey and 

Threats with burp guns.

Dont mention Pablo…

Don’t mention the Stadium de Santiago.

Dragging mind in dirt

Like fifty filthy...

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Pffffft

I don’t know 

How about that

I think you are

A bit of a twat

Ive lived a life

Ive lost some words

Grandma cooked

Lemon curds

She’d been bombed

Id been conned

Into the same

No one to blame

Oh wait

Yes there is

Her lemon curds

And mince pies

Meant more then

Their lies

That she learnt

In a blackout

I didn’t learn

In an office

With a sh...

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Cyentha. Is that really you....

Dear dear Cyentha
our worlds have drifted apart
your words of love 
held my heart
and I dreamed of romance
in a foreign part
I thought 
i'd go the whole
wide world
i'd be in heaven
then I discovered
your a hairy bloke
with an AK47. 

 

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Hahaha so... WOL is now el Poff.

I am lonely

but not that loney

i am horney

but not that horney

i like frreedom

not invasion

for all 

thats gone before

I think 

need the moderator! 

 

 

 

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Friday 3rd June 2016 8:49 pm

Hello my name is Cyentha.
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Moderator... do your stuff.

Each life and Mary

Each life

Is our life

My life 

Not your

Life

Your life

Is your life

Not my life

A commitment

 

We can peer

We can steer

We can

Career

Be near

Over fear

Or drear

Shed a tear

A sharing

 

We can love

We can hate

We can holy 

Debate

Deep contemplate

Lost fate

Can’t create

Deaths sad state

Ive never seen so much nothing

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Undo the knot and paint me a portrait.

Undo the knot

Release the bindings

Free my mind

Drink my beer

 

Hold my hand

Walk my road

Take my mind

Inhale my fear

 

Kiss my heart

Lick my arse

Be unkind

Blind eyes clear

 

Throw down hate

Kill my face

Reflect mankind

Wash in tears

 

Fly higher

Live underground

Roots unbind

Kill all thats queer

 

Feel my death

Love yo...

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And So.

Splashing along 

Past the wall

Behind which

The off white

Ageless

Stones stare

Back at 

Wanderers

And seekers

And pilgrims

And guests

Memento Mori

 

Seeking words

In ancient 

Tomes

From long lost

Homes 

And forgotten

Names

Of every type

And custom

And history

Memento Mori

 

All the fears

Drawing near

Reduced by

Ath...

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Amsterdam damage.

In late Nineteen eighty two

i was feeling very frail.

And on this occasion

went a bit off the rails.

 

Not really knowing

Who I am

I took myself off

To Amsterdam.

 

There I met a mate

Who was a little bit gone

Always called himself

by the name of Mad John.

 

He set me up there

with a nice little number.

Something to do,

A nice little number.

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Broken Amsterdam Hiding Lost

Homage

Fuck them

That aint us

Amen

 

In the pain 

And overflowing

Disdain for

Those we call

Warriors

 

Are the greatest 

Of us

Hiding under

Bushells

Of damage 

And fear

 

Hold them near

Tight

And dear

Drink their

Fear

To understand

The truth

Of your own lives

 

They are your

Reality

Living next door

Your fantasy

You...

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To the drum.

Dressed as a pauper.

looks like a thief.

Pushing the boundaries 

Of your disbelief.

The raggedy man

in raggedy pants.

Arguing loudly

incoherent rants.

Stares covered in shame

Thinking of different

things to blame.

Don’t talk to him

he’s only a tramp.

Stay away from

his miserable stance.

Heap your scorn

on his shambling form.

Never minding why

h...

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Days.

This was a Dylan day

Full of romance and

Mysticism

I sang along

With blood in my eyes

And wandered at

The women I have 

Loved

And would we still

Be together

If I was Bob Dylan

And was

Forever young. 

 

And tomorrow was 

A day of anger

And hate

And I sat in my car

And shouted

Punk

Rancid songs 

Out loud

At pedestrians

And driving 

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Stranger things

To discover a friend

Is so strange

The way of meeting

Is always rare

Minds in courtship

Feelings laid bare

Honesty given

Distrust is so easy

So how is it 

Known

This friendship

What are the 

Balances

That declare

A bond for 

Someone 

out there

A beautiful mind

I knew it for sure

When I heard

Of a flight

To mud compounds

And lost peo...

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Friendship

Keemo Kids

Chemo Kids.

3 January 2015 at 22:39

 

Chemo kids,

say keemo kids.

Beautiful pale,

Androgynous,

Hail.

The chemo kids.

They can’t fail.

Inspire and scale

the towers of life.

Fighting,

So beautiful.

The chemo kids.

They take our hearts.

Each loving one.

Trembling, crying.

Limbo and laughter,

Hairless,

Painted eye brows.

Porcelain skin,

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Kids having Chemo cancer kids teens young people

Struggling through.

Struggling through

The weeds

Feet dragging

in sand

Sun glaring

Blinding

With its

Promise

Of warmth

Trying to

Reach water

For the cool

Balm

She washed cum 

From the 

Palm of her hand

In a bowl of

Holy water

Etched a cross 

In the dirt on

The back of her

Hand

With the same

purety

Feet cut on 

hidden glass

Pockets picked

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Homage to Joe

Punk rocker unrepentant

Why the fuck should I be?

Lose the resentment?

Have all the social jokes 

Become a real hilarity?

Yes I see it all the time.

 

Because they’re back!

But so are we.

We never left.

Here’s the litany of lies

Leading us to hang

 

Miners sorry for missing the truth.

Sorry Maggie, if it wasn’t for us 

You wouldn’t have to pay 

All t...

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Only Words.

Everyones spitting gritting hitting shitting whimsical pastures of pestilential sepulchritude. 

…Which is about someone spitting a dummy out and putting it back un-wiped in their gob. 

With thanks to lovely wordress Lynn.

 

Which made me think…

 

The masterful mastication of the master masturbators morose onanism is entrenched entrancement

.…watching someone wank. 

 

The...

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A cynical moment in time. Sometimes I don't get it

My Granddad.

Granddad 1930

 

Granddad

Grand lad

Blanket row

to

East Yorkshire

Regiment

Battle garland

“Oppy wood”

18 yrs old

Covered in mud

Killing and dying

Mired in blood

Lived to

Be broken

Lived to be token

Of the man who

Left grandma’s house.

 

Became fist fighter

Became bare knuckle

Fighter

Champion

Drunkard

Champion of 

Old Hul...

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Granddad WW1

Tears tears and love.

Today just now was a day of remembrence by Candlelighters for the lost children of cancer.

Too many words

In the head

Write them

Down

Before bed.

 

 

A day of heroes

Hundreds of heroes

And hugs

And a Hero

Juxtapose

My cowardice

Beautiful brave

Liv

Who came to give

With hundreds of 

Heroes and love

Too many to

Really name

All the same

...

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Candlelighters cancer care NHS families

My mate Nick.

His hands shook

His face contorted 

He fought with 

His stomach

Every morning

Slipped whiskey

In the coffee

At breakfast

Thought no one

Noticed.

 

His breath stunk

His skin was

pallid

He hadn’t washed

His eyes 

Were like

Dark

Stained glass

Portholes 

As he peered 

Out his blurry

Life at the

World.

 

3rd Engineer

Nicky.

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bbc is Tory TV.

A quick topical banger...... written on the fly. 

I want to opt out of my license fee. 
I want to opt out of the bbc.
i want to feel media free
not listen to em take the pee.
Don't want the bbc any nearer
I always watch Al Jazeera.
So really I aint been funny
i'd sooner give them my money.
Its about me having a voice
and exercising my right to choice.
Now bbc TV is Tory TV
they reall...

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bbc Tory license

Warsaw 1944 Ghetto

Warsaw 1944 Ghetto

 

Men women and children

Pushed behind a wall

A barbed wire fence

Starved of sustenance

Limited health care

Slow education

No job opportunities

Daily fear of death

Racial hatred

The constant anger 

And fear of the gun

Made to live in squaller

Hopeless children

No place to call home

Summary execution

Crammed together

No hope n...

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Anti semite?

Heard this happened. Who knows.

 

They ran wild in woods

Full of bears

And carried bells 

And pepper spray

To keep the bears at bay

They knew no fear

The road was clear

Safety a written rule

They laughed and frolicked

And mocked the wild life 

with their bells

And hid behind 

Their pepper 

Until one day

Invited to stay

At a vets on the hill

In weather a 

little drizzly

He ...

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Wildlife. Bears. Tourists.

Punks and the Dolls.

Heres something... but I think you have to be a certain "age" to keep up. Written for fun and good memories shared.  Its a longy but I dig it. Its modified but verified! Oi Oi! 

 

 

Punks and The Dolls or A Poem for People

 

Punks and The Dolls came out to play

On another heavy make up day.

Claiming anarchy in the UK.

What a contentious thing to say.

With the Damned and ...

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Punk Rock politics the seventies autobiography

My Son My Sun

My son

My love

My beautiful boy

Everyday

You gave me

Joy

I kissed 

Your brow

And saw sun

Upon your 

Lips

And fire

In 

Your mind

And 

To hold you 

Was the most

Of the best

Of the greatest

Feelings flowing

heartward

And I

Loved you

Beyond 

Anything

Real

 

I need to kiss

Your brow

I need to hold

Your hand

I n...

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My Son Loss Pain Emptiness memories

Blaire Peach 1979

Blaire Peach 1979

 

April the 23rd 1979

Lives destroyed

Peace out of reach

The terrible death

Of Mr Blaire Peach

 

We’d gone to Southall UB1

London town

Wearing badges 

and a frown

And marched our anger

 

The National Front

The enemy at our gates

They waved the Union Jack

They raised right arms

In fascist salute

 

The police charged us

...

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Blair Peach SPG Thatcher Murder Police

Write now every day.

The fight 

Is so fucking

Awful

Awful

And deep. 

 

Deeper then

The sea

Sucking

Pain lashed

Shorelines.

 

Minds lost

In fathomless

Dismal

Distorted

Thoughtless.

 

Brassy deep

Loud

Dyed blond

Faircoat

Knickers in 

 

A drawer

With her

Empathy

Frontal lobe

Desperate

 

The search

Goes on

missing

Longed

...

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Chaos Life Judgement mental health

Cancer Care (or anything else for that matter)

                                                       When you have cancer

                                         The world becomes smaller.

                              The world becomes hospitals.

                  Chemicals and Nabilone.

        Hope and dreams to confess.

Free for you from the NHS.

So the world is smaller

Yet its also bigger.

Because the fight that ...

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Cancer NHS

Your Seven

Walking hand in hand

Your seven.

Wide eyes.

Big world.

Small warm hand

Reaches for and

Buries in my paw.

Mans hand, callouses and oil.

But still fists full of love.

Protection and love.

We kick leaves.

High

Golds and reds.

Asphalt coated

In browns and beauty.

The leaves fly up

Whirl and flow

Swirling

Unplanned patterns.

Stick to our shoes

...

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Love. Father. Son.

The thief of life.

The thief of life stole furtively onto the dance floor. 

And danced his dance of death.

Which became a dance of life :-)

A vast ballroom full of balls.

Spinning and backdrops showing the soul.

fearlessly stacked on high kicking legs.

Singing blossoming ballads of beauty.

The fight back shouts choruses of courage.

And sambas of selfless serenity.

Mohamed and Jesus pogoed ...

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Don't be the fool.

I saw a man who had no teeth.

Sneaking round the library,

looked like thief.

One eye cast to the floor 

The other, glass, saw no more.

And as his wig did slip

I saw no evidence

Of ear nor tip…. and

He turned a page with prosthetic hand

His thumb was attached with a plastic band

 

Then to my horror I saw a hole

Close, very close to where we would have a nose.

...

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Dancing in the mind.

When I dance in my minds eye with angels.

And fear being deserted and alone.

I saw the old woman in the church yard 

saying another goodbye at the same stone

painting another farewell scene of ancient love.

And I don’t fear that which lies beneath the grass

deep in soil and farewell clothes 

and trinkets of memories sent on a journey

of hopeless hopes and boundless groundle...

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Love and loss faithless religion

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