Poetry Blog by ray pool
When the aliens come
we'll teach them about love
instead of ethnic cleansing
how to co-exist.
They can help us save the planet
having reached us from the great beyond.
We can show them our brave new towns
how to be obese
obsequious to VIPs
feel at ease in social circles
how gravity really helps.
Thursday 26th September 2019 12:13 pm
They loved to do the Palais glide
now it seems they've let things slide,
both recline with swollen ankles,
the slightest conversation wrankles.
Medals line their mantelpiece
a programme cover displaying Grease,
there's still a space where costumes hang
they wore to sing doo lang a lang.
Their style and flair caused much kerfuffle,
now they can barely do the shu...
Friday 6th September 2019 10:20 pm
My tather walks with suitable aplomb
into the premises of G A Dunn
to select a tweed of autumn hue
for winter journeys to Waterloo.
Although this takes place on the other side
he still maintains a sense of pride
returning to shops he favoured when
I was around the age of ten.
As I awake the image fades,
outside I see the autumn shades,
will dress myself to f...
Friday 23rd August 2019 10:58 pm
Times were rough for the Punch and Judy Man
this year harder by far
until with the arthritis kicking in
Samuel hit rock bottom.
With health and safety measures newly imposed
his enthusiasm for the seaside art
like the tide ebbed away.
On that fateful day
while Mr Punch, Judy, the Policeman
and The Dog were silent and stiff
Samuel drew a blade acr...
Sunday 18th August 2019 12:28 pm
Little more than urchins
we were discoverers along dusty terrain
scuffing about with dilapidated bikes
atop old dump hills and down
to jar our bones and test our nerve
cross legged playing with fag cards
using provided handkerchiefs to tie marbles
gorging on the remains of old sweets
ready to burst, so keen we were,
with the ghosts of industry our backdrop,
Wednesday 24th July 2019 10:15 pm
Your shoelace is undone, she said
which threw me quite off balance,
for such considerations run
outside my sphere of talents.
Such observations that ladies tell
will bring us down to earth
from higher realms wherein we dwell,
challenging our worth.
A shoe is just a metaphor
when in that state the ladies find us,
to rescue us from siren's muse
and use thei...
Thursday 18th July 2019 10:40 pm
The time is right
the urge is right
but the train is as it were
held up outside the station.
Young men either side of me
continue on their merry way
while this old fella
waits for the off
managing just a nervous cough.
imagining trees and cows
fostering old youthful illusi...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 8:43 pm
Light is dripping from the trees,
the nectar of July under a silver sky
collected by the air
is the breath that I take.
Could this be the season of fear that's talked of,
just a poison cup offered
by the mind so twisted
as to pervert all joy?
If so I am misled by what I see
and feel on this so special of days
when nature hangs full of promise
for the taki...
Monday 8th July 2019 9:00 pm
When static ruled the airwaves,
Britain never being slaves,
morse code across the bows of uncertain ships
took to the skies, while
receivers were tuned to the shipping forecast
just as I twiddled on my crystal set
in a bakelite bedroom
before the dark doom of oceanic night
and heard that calm voice proclaim:
"Faroes, North Utsire,
north west four or five increa...
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 10:46 pm
She thought them childish
and once they were
as we rolled them along the carless gutters
of a yesteryear
and watched them clink and bounce
with skilled abandon
then pocket them.
Yes, I suppose that was childish
but the memory is clear
and now again I see them
all bubbling up at me:
and tell her how can roll ...
Sunday 16th June 2019 3:02 pm
The doctor told me frankly:
said i'd had issues
leading to an event
which turned into an episode.
Well I didn't know what he meant.
I 'ad been feeling dicky,
quite icky from time to time
so I put meself in 'is 'ands, as you do.
Five days in orspital,
the works, the full monty.
Orders to cut out smoking,
I thought: you must be joking.
Now there's f...
Friday 17th May 2019 9:38 pm
Pigs are in blankets
too late to save them now.
Better to forget porky
and drain a cow.
McDonalds never had a farm
never EE I EE I EE I owned one.
The world of food goes round and round,
what eats and provides it
returns to the ground.
Consider the chicken's versatility,
a life of service, of total futility.
Incidentally sheep may not safely graze...
Wednesday 8th May 2019 11:31 am
I grasp the rails, climb the steps,
climb the steps, grasp the rails,
grasp the rails, climb the steps,
then on to the top board,
a slim springing finger of accusation,
a jibe, a nazi salute
over the blue sequence of water.
My feet are ridiculous, inadequate,
heart ready to burst
but the decision has been made,
no going back.
Since those early days I have...
Thursday 2nd May 2019 10:16 pm
Vincent Price, actor extraordinaire
reaches into his cloak with large sympathetic hands,
smiles with that crooked cataclysm of a face,
eyebrows as restless as Tower Bridge,
pulls back the velvet to reveal plum red lining
and have us fooled;
what might happen next?
will there be bats or spiders
or perhaps the Tingler.
He merely recites in broad sweeps
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 9:29 pm
I first noticed the village pump some years ago
when there were farms, spreading fields,
a lovers lane, open sky to the west.
Today, I find a maze of habitation,
a settlement satisfied with itself,
taking serenity for granted
leaving such little trace;
a pond of sorts surviving,
crude tyre marks of mountain bikes
bloodied by mud at the bank.
I was frank...
Saturday 20th April 2019 11:09 pm
On mushroom hill
the ground is rich with promise
fertile all consuming,
through veins the pulse is carried
and the blossom of caps
tender, secretive with nightmares
of sweet languor,
butter wouldn't melt in our mouths
on mushroom hill.
This muted sun, the schism
of autumn bounty may be
the last you'll see
as sink down to mould
you surely must,
Thursday 18th April 2019 10:41 pm
The professor was found
staring wide eyed straight ahead
brow deeply furrowed,
his hand gripping a pen,
an unfinished sentence,
starburst ink blots,
a book open showing hieroglyphs.
Heavy drapes were drawn tight
deep scratchmarks on his face
a pair of spectacles torn away.
Outside the rain hammered insistently
like answers on the wind.
Monday 15th April 2019 10:20 pm
Such a dreamer,
he was going to some planetary body, he said
when no one was looking,
with that old tortoiseshell suitcase with the stickers.
He saw himself en route
bound by purpose and a strange sense of gravity.
Had packed his case with all he held dear,
significant papers and artefacts:
old perfume bottles his wife thought thrown away,
a diary or two, hand wound...
Monday 8th April 2019 2:21 pm
I'm like: what do you mean by saying what you said
and he's like: saying what
so i'm like: the way you spoke to me yesterday
and he's like: I didn't though
then i'm like: you know you did and I didn't like it
so he's like: you're making it up
and i'm like: why would I make it up
then he goes quiet.
So i'm like: that's your trouble you go into a shell
when you ...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 7:57 pm
She stood under the eaves of a shed,
door open, inviting him in.
"This was his world, everything has to go," she said.
"There's a light switch somewhere."
Then he peered about.
Everything exactly as it had been left.
Chests of tools, walls pegged for ready access.
A woodwork bench with vices.
Racks of chisels - the smell of linseed oil.
Cabinets with escut...
Friday 29th March 2019 9:51 pm
I kept filling the gaps
with fish but still
the water came through
until there was no deep
left deep enough
no fish large enough
to fill my fish mouth
Friday 22nd March 2019 9:13 pm
Don't look now
but here comes Julie Christie in mourning;
Nick Roeg is a flash of colour in a gondola.
Those doe eyes of Donald Sutherland
beseeching flocks of birds up the canals
escaping his presentiments
reflected in mosaics
that shatter dreams of old sinking doges
in wet flannel palaces.
Your ticket will soon expire,
best drop it and clear out
before the e...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 10:12 pm
Ensnared in the lyrics of romantic songs
dressed to kill with a story to tell
no one wants to hear.
Lend me your ear.
Not today - nor any other day
yet the lyrics weave their spell.
Hollow footsteps up my spine
those of only me and mine.
A lonely echo of a silent voice.
Is there a meaning? who can tell.
Saturday 16th March 2019 10:19 pm
This platform is for Infinity
spake the railway worker
his words lost on the wind
as he passed.
I was looking in the wrong direction
but I knew what he meant.
If Infinity is a slow process
that would account for the gap
that I was minded of
between me and where I thought I was going.
and was it worth waiting for?
Thursday 7th March 2019 3:00 pm
I said goodnight to the peppers
my wife had prepared for freezing;
on their ends they stood
showing puckered dimples,
reds greens and yellows.
in a virginal sort of way.
With the night light on
they watched me
like effigies coming to life.
That night I dreamed of Alien,
woke up constricted in the throat
just a dryness and sense of relief
Friday 22nd February 2019 10:48 pm
There's a cleft in a rock where blood flows out
from a gorge in Turkestan,
accessible only by arduous routes,
those who see it are mightily uplifted.
A blind man apparently started to see
when the sun came round at a quarter to three
on a highly significant alignment day.
A man sells ice cream from a four by four
a queue discreetly off to one side,
Tuesday 19th February 2019 10:30 pm
I'm in love with Matt Baker
he's a mover and shaker,
impeccably human and warm,
a master of challenges
rickshaws and ropes
and he always seems on form.
I know he is young and I am quite old
but he's very mature and incredibly bold,
a guru of the gritstone hold.
I have a strong sense
that we might mend a fence
in the Dales wi...
Sunday 17th February 2019 9:44 pm
I've come over all funny recently;
gone to the doctors
got the results.
Apparently i've been tested positive
whatever that means;
i'm in the system now.
I don't know wnether to laugh or cry
I have to think positive, he said;
I thought I was already.
Suddenly i'm staring at the calendar
that list of days,
chocolate box pictures,
me going out of th...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 12:03 pm
On my birthday, the seventy fifth of my life
Storm Eric dropped in.
The skies broke wind
gusting spring bulb selections in plastic bowers
making communities of blown bags.
Tall boundary hedges bristled,
long loping evergreens
careened across the ragged landscape
blunted with rain.
A harsh but necessary greeting it felt
leaving me happy as witness
to the l...
Friday 8th February 2019 9:39 pm
what lies there,
of what is concealed
hiding behind the limbs of trees
lurking in the far off field.
Beware of yourself
all a - tremble
at the hushed wraith that dissolves
and keeps everything for itself
leaving you on the periphery.
Prod it with a stick,
watch it swirl on your clothes.
Bound to be a witch or two...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 9:43 pm
Nature turned the taps on by midday,
trees heavily laden with snow
bowed to the master,
shuddered and relieved themselves
The sun saw the funny side of it,
put on its shiny face
before sinking down again
behind the monoblocks of sheds
saying goodbye to crocuses and snowdrops
risen from last night's treacherous duvet of white.
Saturday 2nd February 2019 9:55 pm
I hadn't seen her for some time
but the dolls in her pram hadn't changed.
She had got older of course,
but still the nurturing went on
willing herself into the background,
her dedication a flight from reality.
She seemed to have taken to the streets
since her low key cafeteria was glammed up
throwing a spotlight on her entourage,
raising more questi...
Thursday 31st January 2019 10:00 pm
Successive stars have forged their name
in the heat of the cinema killing game.
Sylvester Stallone stands alone for
rampant destruction for a worthy cause;
Liam Neeson has added a frisson
of genuine grievance to other's malfeasance.
The list is endless but there'll always be
the biters of bullets for you and me.
The English have an admiration
for more subtle means o...
Saturday 26th January 2019 4:48 pm
I'm thinking of an ending
not to life, that's too drastic
but to some remote drama
too painful to resolve
that everyone would eagerly await.
I suppose that won't happen,
as endings require a push start at least
to lead up to themselves.
Mostly ideas just end up on shelves.
Life can be tantalizing
but mostly needs revising
to stay ahead of the game -
Thursday 24th January 2019 10:44 pm
He stood as if to hold up the wall,
looking down, leaning in,
his face obscured.
Behind him, a penumbra of wet traffic
lit up a thin stream
ongoing, seeking an outsource,
a purpose; at the drain it said goodbye
with a blush of steam,
just enough to remind me
of the persistent thud of need
taken from the well
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 11:10 pm
It's only right we should cheer ourselves up
when hearing of the death of innocents,
of those fresh from the womb,
and of those who have outstayed their welcome
through age; of those who were
in the way of someone's plans
through strife, moving objects,
gun or knife, it's only right.
It's only right we should feel guilty
though innocent ourselves, for who would not...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:31 pm
Gawd strewth, there ain't no bluebirds round 'ere,
no whippoorwills neither,
the sparrers are getting rarer too,
though I did see one in Waterloo.
What with the flyovers taking to the sky
there's only pigeons that seem to fly.
Why O why can't we hear the bells
get our East End back agin'
with the corner pubs, the rub a dub dubs
as we used to call 'em.
Friday 11th January 2019 10:22 pm
There's a little cove on Cornwall's coast
where a lady is writing her latest book
making the most of the atmosphere,
imagining drifting boats in the sun
and sporty chaps in flannels with pipes
or controlling types with attitude and gripes;
and someone is falling in love again.
No fast food outlets to spoil the view
of a harbour wall where gulls descend.
No slicks or...
Monday 7th January 2019 2:46 pm
The sign at the inn swung like a gallows,
the light lay low on the heath.
Old Ben was in his settle
sucking baccy through his teeth.
Puddles formed on the flagstones
where a one - eyed dog stood watch;
underneath a ragged sky
the inn was dark as a crotch,
except for a fire - lit window
that glowed like a winter star,
through which a cluster of faces took in...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 12:43 pm