Poetry Blog by Stockport WoL
Hypnotic Methodist Tingling
A sea of souls awaiting slaughter for freedom
Mermaid, just say no
On a darksome day we skipped to death
Marked by a felt-tipped pen
There is sadness, but not without hope
Samuel Bamford is protesting
In Hong Kong
Filming on his smart phone, filming,
Sharing, filming, sharing. Hoping it
Won’t be edited out, won’t be his ...
Tuesday 13th August 2019 6:50 am
Boris lurks in clever Grecian lines
Pernod! Demos, oher!
I met her on Tinder, Medusa, she said she was Greek
Now I am stood here with a statue of Apollo
Bandaged babies, lepers and bikes
Refrain, refrain, rain
Boris Johnson is trashing
Davey’s wine bar,
Demis Roussos is singing ‘Do you
Think I’m sexy?’ to Angie and Dave
See the sea, let the wi...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 8:25 am
Overhanging your tiredness
Ah 60’s! Too young, let’s do it again.
60’s women, short skirts, knickers
Don’t look now in Blackpool
The man selling sand is here again
What comes before?
Silent silver surfing by the sea
Falling into the past
Looking back, we see clearly.
Footprints in the sand of disbelief
Nowhere to fly across...
Monday 17th June 2019 11:00 pm
Charles Bukowski turned up late
Daybreak at 80, never too late
Scrolling TV banter blown off the run
This skydiver is higher than a kite
Look up, it’s raining books
Pouring poetry across over step platforms
Stepping on to Platform Zero
Born into this life of looking up too much
The sky is too high, the battle too long.
Lost in the fog of war, always look u...
Tuesday 14th May 2019 9:37 am
Man Ray’s aggravated coffee sneaked
A glance at the new frontier
Thumbs up, India’s best lemonade,
Top of the pops!
An organised death takes Aunt beyond black
Rehydrate the astronaut. The sun approaches.
Whilst cleaning, it’s important to scrub
Behind the fridge.
Catacombs holding rooms in mind of carefully
Packed past chapters.
A bank, some bleach, a b...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 9:39 am
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Monday 8th April 2019 10:25 pm
Silence, echoes, look at the colours
And Distant Distractions
Minks and stoles all of this reminds me of you
Silver hunter's knife
Overseer left mute
Soiled aliens desperate in Heaton Moor
Park stumble on a Mel
Inside the man bag, inside the wardrobe
Inside the mind, a voice, a naked voice
Lost in the wardrobe, he looked for
Monday 11th March 2019 10:16 pm
Helix barriers all over the world
Riddles flow through digital death traps
What is a man now with no cheap cigars
A mad dead love of afterthoughts gone
Mad Tony's hologram cycles around the
Lanes of South Wales as Alexa
Shouts "Give us 20 pence!"
Ooh! I can see Winnie the Pooh
In The wardrobe!
The candle, the book, and the wardrobe;
Wet washing and dag...
Monday 11th February 2019 11:06 pm