Complainers Complaint

 

The complainers complaint
is a constant refrain

"Woe is me -points-
they're all to blame!
I'm squeezed in the middle
by those with no name
pity me not them
they're all to blame!

why don't they just send 'em  
all off to jail?
give to me not to them
coz they want the same,

give to me not to them
coz they're all to blame
them paki's and blacks
them poles and the lame
the u...

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Ancient Ruin

 

 

The hour is slim!

the time to entwine

with her and

with advantage inhale

the heavy offering

from between the jaws

of her open thighs.

 

Persephone's tasty flesh

renders her cleft

of wet truth-

she can slake this thirst-

can assuage my ache

when enthralled against

the serpent earth,

with legs knotted,

we lay tangled

in ancient ruin.

 

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Recollection



As shadows wait
for the creeping
sun
And busses wander
past
missing stops,

memories prod
and shoulder push

the times of smiles
we thought forgotten.
😊

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Hmm?

Haha I know

l swear

Who cometh?

A Billionair

Doth walk with

Fortunes care

but upon your

Tripping loss

A worker will

Kick thy dreadful

Dross

 

Words Tom

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I have that tape still

 
 
 Enough said  
  and drunk,
  we danced
  and waited for
  coats
  taxis
  kebabs.
 
 holding posters
  of dead rock stars
  we climbed
  my bare stairs
 
  some more wine  
  and the best sounds on tape,
  the bulbs were painted redor blue
  no chairs
  white walls
  carpeted

my flat

 

more drink
and Tom Waits.
 
pushing each other gently
we laughed
and peere...

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Looking for an excuse

 

Trying to fix a small door...

I have to get away and point at the moon
Bump into strangers
Let go a balloon
...
I have to get away
wander - get lost
recover my bearings
whatever the cost...

I have to return
Looking backwards and smile
Because i'm returning,
for only a while... 😎

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I saw you standing there

(Waiting for our Mum)

 

I saw you waiting
in the light
stood there waiting
standing there

saw you in
the window's light
stood there facing
stood to stare

standing facing
to the light
from the windows
tall and bright

from the shopping
arcade's light
from the arcade's
neon glare
I saw you shopping
standing there

I saw you standing
shopping there
saw you with the
sh...

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In Ancient Ruin

The hour is slim!

the time to entwine

with her and

with advantage inhale

the heavy offering

from between the jaws

of her open thighs.

 

Persephone's tasty flesh

renders her cleft

of wet truth-

she can slake this thirst-

can assuage my ache

when enthralled against

the serpent earth,

with legs knotted,

we lay tangled

in ancient ruin.

 

wor...

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Soft pillows

Soft pillows

Our relationship
was like
the folding of
fitted sheets -
when past midnight
our bed was made.

words and image Tommy Carroll

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Counting fingers

 
Shall I count
my friends? -
use my memory
or my fingers?  -
 
when looking
in the mirror
do their smiles
smile back? -
 
when wiping cutlery
does the weight
of near
forgotten voices
hang heavy? -
 
or do they shine
for me 
a laughing knowing gleam
of welcome? “
 
Words and image Tommy Carroll
 

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Spills

Poetry:

Spilling a whiskey in an Irish bar

Shouting down the stairs in an empty house

Forgetting her middle name

and

Abandoning your pen

 

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

 

 

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9 taps to access

Memories

Like wandering

Thoughts in a shouldering

crowd

Are

Humming, pointing

But not knowing that

Today

Is my last.

 

I used to know you

When once
I saw you.

 

And then I recalled

That to write

I should have

Thrown away all of my

Erasers.

 

And open the thinking curtins

 

This sun

Was suggesting

That I remove

My sunglasses.

...

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"Thrall"

 

Stood up

Held back

Turned away

Bit lip

Silently swore

Left alone

Waited a lifetime

For her return.

 

words and images TH Carroll

 

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Hold back the louring sky!

In revolt:

Those that condemn a lie,

pave the faltering ground-

Those that stand their ground, 

hold back the louring sky.

 

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

 (minor change)

 

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A turning look

 

The more I see beyond
your reckoning words
and their sweet ache,
I realize you won
You always did
I gave,
You hid.

And this boyish want
has walked its way,
away from you
and despite my stay
and turning look
I was leaving by weighted
line and flying hook.

And this turning to your
wished for face
has piled the wanting
piled the weight
like stones not counted
but hurtful t...

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Who decides?

When is a frog not a tadpole?

when is a giant just tall?

how far must you travel to journey?

and whom deems a sacrifice small?

 

It depends on whom does the sizing

for they choose what's big and what's small

for whom holds the tape,  measures context

holding history's context in thrawl. 

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Children running and screaming

Murder of children

and thier children

are mothers and

cousins who recall

their grandmothers

and forget

sadly

the loss.

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W in black

Wanda,

such a time,

was an air

of

promise,

of

wanted mail,

of

envelopes,

the sort that fall when

news is good to arrive.

She would traffic

your bumper-to-bumper

thoughts,

your ushered

streets

of firm respect,

with your belief,

Her laugh accompanied

that gentle shake of head

was more

fond of you

through open doorways.

Then glancin...

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Waiting for balance

 

At what point
is love in balance?
resolved?
love is not an
unyielding beam,
but
flects as weight
of want or force
of need offsets
another's wishes.
Yet
such scales can
never measure
loss nor the loss
of balance.

 

Verse and photo' by Tommy Carroll.

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Down by the sea

I lost my care-full

soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

 

She cast a smiling

glance...

where?

there,

looking back at me...

 

I'm sure

I left my soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

 

I stooped to pick

it up...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

 

I watched as

she walked away...

where?

there,

into the wait...

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Again? or Capital Gains Taxed

To suffer
then kill
then suffer again
is the consequence
of profit
and enjoying its gain
of knowing
the difference
but
shouldering the blame
ignoring the consequence
again and again.

 

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Hence

My rhyming couplet

-at the metre's expence-

is knowing the difference

My rhyming couplet

-at the metre's expence-

is knowing the difference

if this makes sence-

is when to use when

from

when to use whence.

if this makes sence-

is when to use when

from

when to use whence.

 

Words and image by Thomas H Carroll

 

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Wheeled luggage

I smoke and watch her

pack.

The taxi waits.

Then like a premonition

I have a mirrored memory

of her departure-

the scent of her 

washed skin-

recalling the

ins and outs of our arguments...

She's smiling as she 

leaves the echo of

our space.

She's laughing as we fail

to finish yet another argument...

I pick through the remains

of the accusations

th...

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Time to decide

...along the shoreline 

water's edge

Her loss skims across

its foaming roar,

I see her standing

on the ledge

of rock,

she's stood waiting

wanting more...

 

foto and words Tommy Carroll

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After the nearly before

Before the after
 
I'm now nearly bald
once considered shorn,
like now nearly dead
not being un-born.
I used to be young
but now I'm not old,
like being informed
not being untold.
 
I used to be slight
but now I'm substantial,
like being skint
then becoming financial.
 
Words and image by Tommy Carroll

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"Taking the knee"?

 

We clap some Blacks,
we clap them Blacks,
tho' we mow those
others shacks
and dish out smacks,
we clap them Blacks
and forget those whacks
and their blistered backs
and hands that pick the
music tracks,

and then we clap them Blacks
them stand-up Blacks
but not them bent over blacks
for earning all your stacks
of dirty cash
and maids we lash
and keep from dash

yet we s...

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Waiting for our Mum

 

I saw you waiting 

in the light 

stood there waiting

standing there

saw you in

the window's light

standing facing

to the light

from the windows

tall and bright

from the shopping

arcade's light

from the arcade's

neon glare

I saw you shopping

standing there

 

I saw you standing

shopping there

saw you with the

shopping there

In the...

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