Poetry Blog by ray pool
I noticed Jeremy Hunt at the front
adjusting his tie for the world watching,
where actors playing Churchill were filmed
bully beef rotting on the vine
the squatting of force prepared.
For once the dramatics were plain to see
a sense of occasion contained,
body clocks at ground zero
flies assembled around shit that smelled so fresh
designed to be impressed.
Friday 13th July 2018 4:12 pm
Something about that eye
not knowing me there
is like a dream
of soaring free
the gripping of a branch
consensual sex on the wing.
Beside me now on the spade
while clawing at nothing,
it seems unconcerned
while the bright beads of bluebottles
steer her to the earth.
Tuesday 10th July 2018 11:13 pm
He'll tell you what you already know
or don't wish to know,
the choice is limitless
the vision narrow,
a window of opportunity for him.
He is pleased with his delivery,
your reactions are superfluous.
It may be the revelation of a recent operation,
the exciting follow up,
his memory for detail staggering
as he watched it onscreen
like kebabs under cool lights...
Saturday 7th July 2018 11:22 pm
At the A & R in Charing Cross Road
you'd have to mind your P's & Q's
Behave right - no T shirts, jeans or trainers
or it was goodnight
when you hit the long stairs
two floors down to the pavement.
You'd see Ronnie Knight
various heavies, luminaries of street trade,
drinks at bargain prices,
cash at all times.
A drummer mate of mine
low of brow, bit...
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 10:20 pm
Some folks are fans of Taylor Swift
Kylie or Beyonce,
but I for one am not impressed,
their singing leaves me quite depressed.
That modern bunch I must admit
just seems a little poncy.
When it comes to songs and singing 'em
Vera Lynn is the girl for me,
i'm just now going on eighty three;
my memory serves me right you see.
My favourite album of hers I cheris...
Monday 2nd July 2018 9:50 pm