Poetry Blog by Stockport WoL (2016)
Crossing over reflections
Mirroring his own life
Life is disappointing; but love is always
beautiful, even across dreary railway tracks
kniving through his childhood
Hair kissed under Homeric stars
Whatever the weather.
Tuesday 13th December 2016 11:52 am
The difference is disappointment
drowning in a child's mouth
Ladies for tea please leave
that tasty last cake for me!
Brought back to life,
but find nothing but silent blackness
A smile, a nod, generosity and warmth
I haven't been disappointed
The Beatles all white album
on a railway platform
summer is in their eyes
too full of chocolate and ins...
Tuesday 13th December 2016 11:48 am
This is the research about Norman names alluded to in the November meeting:
People with "Norman" surnames like Darcy and Mandeville are still wealthier than the general population 1,000 years after their descendants conquered Britain:
Sunday 27th November 2016 3:45 pm
Sand to page to gentle water
Grey on grey you greasepaint dogs
Cold spirits recorded: lists of names
Swans are swathed in chiffon
Whilst bombs kill buildings:
The art of war
Casked in delights
Of stale Big Mac meals
I don't like bringing religion
Into this but Jesus said to the sick
'Take up your beds and walk!' Well I say
'Put down your blades and talk!'...
Tuesday 15th November 2016 6:34 pm
Katherine was hugely impressed by the Art Gallery pieces collected for the November 16 event.
She will print them all out so the attendees at the Creative Network Meeting can take them away to read.
Please can Dorinda, Nicola, Linda and Nigel all read their poems out. If Linda could please read The Wellington, as it's a little more positive than Recession Triptych! We also need readers for ...
Friday 4th November 2016 5:02 pm
Skip to the blue book, where Kerouac
Sounds better than Spanish
Pouring madness into teacups
Weeping daily for the return of summer
Relinquish, forgive, summer
Washed up love on a bed of lies
Impelled by the weird sisters
Into someone else’s destiny
I have got a mental block
Can’t think of the rhyme
So you’ll have to wait til next time
Tuesday 11th October 2016 5:43 pm
Katherine Rosati has to make a presentation about the gallery to the Stockport Creative Network on Wed 16th Nov. Would any Stockport WoL member like to come and read a light-hearted short poem or two about their positive thoughts on the gallery? It would be a great opportunity to introduce WOL to the Creative Network people.
Friday 7th October 2016 12:55 am
There will be a short event at Stockport War Memorial Art Gallery following on from the Remembrance Two Minute Silence at 11am held on the steps of the building on Friday 11th November 2016.
Write Out Loud are invited to read War Time poems at the Remembrance Poetry Reading event being held at Stockport War Memorial Art Gallery in the Hall of Memory on Friday 11th November at 12pm.
Tuesday 4th October 2016 4:25 pm
Andrex from front to back
Thank you, thank you Andrex!
Disordered by lines of deja vu
Press the button and get turned on!
A bitch of eternity, especially
If you are a 'Good Wife'
I like fish and chips washed
Down with some beer
Autumn dreams, sparkling clear
Kissing echoes, blowing words
From a distance, past lives, long exposed,
Zoom into ...
Monday 12th September 2016 10:29 pm
Following July's discussion of beauty, here are a few of the advantages beautiful people enjoy:
Tuesday 9th August 2016 8:26 am
Iron bird, place the peg
On your nose and press your hair
Pale Beyonce dances
Uncertainly with clowns
Blonde power Olympic salute
Curl your fingers around mine
On a dancefloor of angels
I am so angry that those lies
Still dominate those folks
To cut into the last horizon
I was scared to death
Tuesday 9th August 2016 8:15 am
There seems to be some dispute about this month's theme. Since there is nothing decisive in my notes of the July meeting, could someone please offer some guidance on the matter?
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 5:13 pm
Sombre words, rigorous debate, helpless giggles:
Poetry lives. Don't play out, girls and boys:
The moonlight is dangerous!
My ambition to be described as: "Never mediocre"
Sleepless shadows on chintzy walls
Kiss of life was full of passion
Pity it was only a fish!
They recede, like wounded soldiers, into forests
Swathed in mist. Mask of beauty, height of...
Monday 11th July 2016 9:45 pm
You gaze into the viewfinder
Throughout the 19th and 20th centuries
Love escaped through
A hole then took it over
A bridge upon the moon
Rupture, we all, sod it!
The pen swoops and captures.
Laughing anteaters following screaming demons
Bee working to death
Procession of American angels
File across a bridge to the moon...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 4:39 pm
Internal dreams follow you around
with a golden enchantment
No one knows the girl who is all alone
In a pub where no one goes
Witchcraft, murder, death and anger
An accidental queue jumper, that's me!
No one expected doughnut eyes
The eager needle drinks its fill
Leaving pools of shadow across antique eyes
The worst death is self-inflicted
Wednesday 11th May 2016 10:29 pm
Kerb crawl halt for furtive pleasures:
"I hope it's better now"
Icy as a boarding school shower
In mortal mind and nerve
A riddle is told...
What could it be no matter how I think
It is the wrong guess again!
Leaving you dumbfounded
Encoded in parrot-like movements
For April Fool's Day jokes
From day to night
Lost in Dickens, tonight is the best...
Monday 11th April 2016 10:24 pm
Escaping from white walls: A fruitburst splash
Invading the eye through time's telescope
From a long lost summer
A worn spine teeters in dim waning light;
Streaks of personal symbology enclose
A kind of eye in endless invitation;
A squirm of sprawling red on sallow grey,
A spurt of art on fifties regulations
What joyous moment made you?
What bedsit inspira...
Saturday 9th April 2016 10:20 pm
Saturday 19th March 2016 10:22 pm
For those interested, the IWFYAT afternoon poetry reading sessions on March 26th / April 9th have been subjected to a slight tweak: they will run from 3.30 - 4.30 PM, not 4 - 5 PM as originally scheduled.
Saturday 20th February 2016 12:41 am
I took a few shots of the Unpicked-Restitched exhibition at St Mary's Stockport on Thusday night.
This one demonstrates the extent of our involvment...!
Saturday 13th February 2016 3:47 pm
Jesus went for a rather long walk
Through magpie faeces to the slaughterhouse
In the stench of hate
Hanging with religious gangrene
Cushioned in silent landscapes
Immersed silently with broken hope
Put away like broken dishes
A poetic riddle told what it could be,
Branches creaking like hands clapping
To the answer given.
Monday 8th February 2016 10:10 pm
Hi Folks, here is the official blurb for the upcoming 60s exhibition we will be taking part in. The basic working plan is for two WoL poets to be present each Saturday afternoon from 4-5 PM, reading poems inspired by the paintings on display. On course, that hour could be used for other poetic activities (workshops, 'happenings' and so on.):
“IT WAS 50 YEARS AGO TODAY”
6 Stockport ...
Saturday 16th January 2016 12:50 pm
The closest I could find
to the end of the world
under a crumbling roof
Reach for the magic button
Silent and bitter protest
with only one wish
A chocolate mouth that's warm as wet
Hurting like Hell
Just a tearaway
Distant star, our world that ended.
Wednesday 13th January 2016 11:07 pm