Poetry Blog by ray pool (Jan 2016)
if I was offered a choice between a Ferrari
and everlasting life
that would need some careful consideration
and while i'm thinking it out (hypothetically)
i'll take out my very own genie's lamp
(always a comfort in times of stress)
rub it vigorously
wait for results.
I mean, this comes with no strings
no after effects
and no need to change
Sunday 31st January 2016 8:45 pm
I look up through the ice
as if to paradise
to see the moving shape entranced
in the opening of a skater's waltz
and the welcome dance of death.
The ice gives way
I feel the shock
the break of day
the deadlock of plunge
of heart's distress.
And then I see the gash
how dark it is,
how weak the sun
Saturday 30th January 2016 7:28 pm
and God asked for volunteers
they went willingly
having had no previous knowledge
it makes no difference
when the call comes
but to what
and for what -
was any of the waiting
really necessary at all?
yet the suffering and the pleasure
have given us cause
and when the lights go out
that may give us pause....
Friday 29th January 2016 9:25 pm
just what we need a headless corpse walking
our kind of man we need people like him
to spread the message corporate ideals done deals
we have him where we want him the headless corpse walking.
Put him on a plane to meet our clients
savvy switched in types name tags
bifold minds lavish kitchen diners
Thursday 28th January 2016 10:29 pm
you come on stage right
the British Isles behind you
that slightly awkward moment
when you have the monster in your reach
that blunders and thunders
regurgitating its old repertoire
new wine in old bottles
spitting, crackling piss and wind.
and your smile calms the whole affair down
I notice no changes no grave predictions
no warnings as I watch your tiny ...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 8:27 pm
chicken in a basket
long haired musos
and drinking ouzos
watching the telly
with arthur and terry
revving up the old cortina
scrubbing it out
with toilet cleaner
Tuesday 26th January 2016 3:05 pm
in every fine particular
the sentry salutes death by prevention
an architectural statement of fine intention
ready to strike
while the real invasion
keeping well clear
of our Gracious Queen
Monday 25th January 2016 4:29 pm
a ragbag sheepdog paced the yard
scavenging tor things to do
now that time had blurred his eye
and blunted his gait
his hinges arthritic, this farmer's mate.
I began the work i'd come to perform
pausing first to stare him out
with a pat and a cluck, then I saw the ball.
Like him it survived, well versed in
the bounce and the scuttling acro...
Saturday 23rd January 2016 11:12 pm
THERE WAS A GIRL I NEVER MET ONCE
IT WASN'T TO BE
Saturday 23rd January 2016 5:10 pm
I went walking on that day
past straggling tombs
where limestone and marble
shot dull glances as
time had furrowed these streaking brows
and steadfast pets stood proud but chipped
to sense those long lost hearts
and memory of owners gone ahead
where ramblers walk among the dead.
Remote mausoleums, museums
Thursday 21st January 2016 9:22 pm
When we are troubled
we seek refuge in beauty
sanctuary in our sense of wonder
she serves us well
asks nothing from us
as against our demands
she plays her gracious card.
Wednesday 20th January 2016 10:20 pm
in its allotted platform the train sits,
I stare out through hermetic glass.
The preparations are completed.
The guard looks to the front
past the long flanks of the thoroughbred
steps back, the age - old green flag
simply waved, and the peremptory
Imperceptibly the train breathes in and moves.
Like a babe in arms I am ...
Monday 18th January 2016 3:28 pm
THE TIME IS RIGHT
THE URGE IS RIGHT
BUT THE TRAIN IS
AS IT WERE
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 IL...
Friday 15th January 2016 9:38 pm
See the river ever flowing
fix your eye upon a spot
all is rush, confusion,
your brain the absorber
of water life.
Now hear the jazz
the victories of tumbling
jostling circles of light
thoughts on fire
Music's life, it's joy
water and blood the same
swapping stories of continents
subdued, all ther...
Friday 15th January 2016 1:46 pm
Dear Queen, i'm ten years old
and I like you a lot,
and also Dear Queen
my mum is forty, she's a fan
and my dad likes Prince Phillip.
My brother thinks like me
and likes all the royal family.
Dear Queen my cousin is twelve
and he's also a fan
and my sister likes Prince Harry.
Prince Willam and Kate are gorgeous
and quite natu...
Thursday 14th January 2016 9:39 pm
if your life must be preserved
simply as a remnant of past glory
functioning as a recycler of food
if you possess no means of escape
from those who may love or hate you
or worst of all be indifferent,
or stare as if you were a shadow
without apparent form,
if you can be this and still keep hope
for love of a greater dream
past the stumbling blo...
Tuesday 12th January 2016 9:42 pm
The Warren House Inn stands with heels in the rock
winds a - weeping round its roofs
or capes of mist creeping round its solitary back
Its doors always shut for the heat shut in
with regard for the fire never quenched
the boards as you look up
to where the tinners often wenched
the stench of labour on them
strange lights would play on the rotten mires...
Sunday 10th January 2016 8:59 pm
that courting couple in their convolution
sweet illusion and self delusion
go hand in hand
down a scented aisle
in a marriage of sweet infusion
such that only the initiate
can render clear their true intention
when the muse is strong
kiss and make up
to avert the twists
Friday 8th January 2016 8:42 pm
BERTIE BASSETT HAS BEEN REBORN
IN A WORLD OF LICORICE
AND I'M QUITE FORLORN
FOR THIS SWEET MAN IS EVEN SWEETER
WITH A VIRAL AFFLICTION
ON HIS DELECTATION
HIS COMPONENT PARTS
WERE ONCE A DELIGHT
ROUNDS AND SQUARES
AN ANSWER TO MY PRAYERS
I TRUST TO MY TASTE
BUT BERTIE'S DEBASED
THEY'VE FILLED HIM
FULL OF GLUCOSE SYRUP
FRUCTOSE WHY BUT THERE IT IS...
Thursday 7th January 2016 1:31 pm
in the winter of 62/63
Ramsbottom Bickerdyke and co
went up to the icy wastes
upon Bleath Gill
like crows to the pecking
to set the locomotives free
from their cotton white beds
jammed right in
those belly fires burnt right out
all in a dream of compacted snow
Ramsbottom Bickerdyke and co.
Yorkshiremen under leathery sky
hacked away with blistering bre...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 11:19 pm
some bright spark
gazed up one night
at the burgeoning stars
ignoring the planets of
venus and mars
His thoughts went further afield
never one to limit himself
he schemed and dreamed
that his future was bright
with a sweep of his hand
he conceived a plan
audacious and simple
and stunningly grand
a thousand or ...
Monday 4th January 2016 4:34 pm
She knows his wants his dearest dreams
but she may not be quite all she seems
as nestles he into her seat
and turns the key to generate heat
the pulsing pistons tight in thrall
his life is here the car is all.
A mile away a local whore
is entering her four by four
as she nestles behind the wheel
who knows how good that makes he...
Saturday 2nd January 2016 9:00 pm
At certain times in a lady's head
comes the thought of the marital bed
in particular its surface cover
with little concern for the resident lover.
The heavy blankets have long marched off
to Eastern Europe and the terminal cough
instead an invader has smugly arrived
the ubiquitous DUVET, from misery derived.
Soon in place on its king size bed
(its password is T...
Friday 1st January 2016 8:38 pm