Wandering Expositions
Thursday 18th April 2013 11:10 am
Wandering expositions
Poetry has many inspections
each line remains re-touched;
we frown at fingered collections
of nouns and other stuff.
There are troublesome inflections,
and bleeding, wrung-out verbs-
the wandering expositions
of rhymes the metre serves.
There are stand alone conjunctions
in h...
Saturday 12th April 2025 6:11 am
Waiting...
I often think about her
turning away and pointing
she points (always)
from a winning stance
she says
that she thinks about me
or so she says...
I think of her push
and shove laugh
and her fingered arguments-
I was wrong
she was (always) often correct
and as we crawled into
each other's wet laugh...
we waited...
and she waited longer.
word...
Monday 28th October 2024 11:42 pm
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Saturday 26th October 2024 8:51 am
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 stand and ...
Sunday 8th September 2024 7:32 pm
I Never Sleep
When
looking at you,
I never sleep when
counting your breaths,
I never sleep when
watching you dress,
or serving a dish...
or writing a report...
when choosing a wine...
or turning a page...
and sitting astride...
waiting for an answer
then folding your arms and
then pushing toes into me,
sighing at an excuse:
holding my face:
yes, when you are
ho...
Saturday 15th June 2024 4:38 pm
Cats on mats
Cats on mats
by Tommy Carroll
25th June 2019
Wittgenstein says he:
'Languge merely pictures facts'
then changes his mind and retracts;
'It's more complex than I at first thought,
my Tractatus has all come to nought
for there's more to them cats on them mats'.
Saturday 18th May 2024 12:10 pm
The Purpose is?
extract of thought
...you change the world
when casting a shadow;
to change it meaningfully
you need to move
from out of the shadows...
everything has a purpose;
everything has a state.
it's purpose is to exist;
to be formed
by chance
or change of purpose.
without a purpose
'it' ceases to exsist,
and becomes something else
the new purpose.
it can be found in
the new th...
Saturday 9th December 2023 2:04 pm
Title
I will take the crispy toast
and get the milk
from the fridge and
put it back
And I looked at you
moving
As you smiled with dishes
In your hand
And I watched knowing
That even in this room
I missed you
And I held a hand
To your cheek
And
I ached at the
thought...
Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 28th November 2023 11:18 pm
Brushing past
I breathed
her name against
her neck
She turned and
mouthed inquisitively
"what"?
I asked
of her the
time,
she checked her
non existing
wristwatch
I smiled
and went to
put on
my still damp
coat.
Tuesday 28th November 2023 10:58 pm
Windy Blowings
Very many sadness
Very many dross
Very many leavings
That weigh a heavy cross;
If all the very manys
Had weight the weight of floss
Then all the windy blowings
Would blow away my loss.
Words and image Tommy Carroll
Saturday 25th November 2023 11:33 am
The failed visit
I breathed
her name against
her neck
She turned and
mouthed inquisitively
"what"?
I asked
of her the
time,
she checked her
non existing
wristwatch
I smiled
and went to
put on
my still damp
coat.
Sunday 29th October 2023 3:41 pm
What's in store
When Economics
has sex
with politicians
and Law
it spawns Asylums
in which
to lock up the poor
whether
dragged off to Jail
or
sent off to war
It's the
cell or the trench
for you that's
Sunday 22nd October 2023 5:38 pm
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.
words a...
Monday 25th September 2023 6:58 am
Lack of 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.
Words and foto Thomas Carroll
Monday 10th July 2023 2:38 pm
Cats on Mats
Cats on mats
by Tommy Carroll
25th June 2019
Wittgenstein says he:
'Languge merely pictures facts'
then changes his mind and retracts;
'It's more complex than I at first thought,
my Tractatus has all come to nought
for there's more to them cats on them mats'.
Words and foto Thomas H Carroll
Thursday 15th June 2023 12:22 am
The Madness of the Sheltered Sun
Its size
and its sinews,
a walk-around
of my thoughts.
I'm looking-
seeking,
the oblivion
of the sheltered sun.
Words and image by Thomas Carroll
Thursday 27th April 2023 12:31 pm
Capitalist Intercourse
When Economics
has sex
with politicians
and Law
it spawns Asylums
which
lock up the poor
whether
dragged off to Jail
or
sent off to war
It's the
cell or the trench
for you that's
in store.
Words and image by Tommy Carroll
Thursday 13th April 2023 12:20 pm
D minor
Jazz piano
Slow
in D minor
A note that's allowed
like the pain
that's caused
and delivered
the shadowed sound
from the speakers
is the sigh
that pulls me back
to that place
that she once held
but I wont respond
just keep
the kerb 2 foot away-
no turning
back around
to hear her needs
my wants
are the rear-view
mirror
that cause the
eye's to blink
wet ...
Thursday 30th March 2023 11:59 pm
SNIP-SNIP
Snip-Snip
gardening magazine
bits and pieces
print large
text small
flowers here
blue shears crop wintry bargain buys
compost your neighbors cabbages
kneel and weeping dig
best prices paid for sheds
my hands ache with gay arrays
suduko and wire eats the bugs of heavy scent
Heaven scent and saplings bent
letters from read...
Thursday 30th March 2023 7:19 pm
Spoken breath
She offered him a peach
he looked at the stars instead
The winking of a thousand suns
Wrote verse inside his head.
She lifted a burning ember
As lightning to his tread
Her searching smile
Of knowing thoughts
She claimed with nothing
said.
(He folded gently
the written memory
of her penned lips,
that in silence,
said more
than spoken breath.)
Wednesday 22nd March 2023 6:35 am
Trigonometry
Jan folded the letter
running a finger
along its crease.
She looked up-
somebody was explaining
functionality:
She stared
at the new argument
written on the white board
then returned to the letter
the fold:
another plane
pressing and creasing
vertices missing
corners peaking...
She sighing.
His orientation with her
disengaged;
they were now misplaced.
...
Sunday 19th March 2023 6:01 am
Wittgenstein
'Langauge merely pictures facts'
then changes his mind and retracts;
'It's more complex than I at first thought,
my Tractatus has all come to nought
for there's more to them cats on them mats'.
Words and foto Thomas H Carroll
Tuesday 7th March 2023 4:59 pm
Amber's Breath
She offered him a peach
he looked at the stars instead
The winking of a thousand suns
Wrote verse inside his head.
She lifted a burning ember
As tribute to the dead
Her searching smile
Of knowing thoughts
She claimed with nothing said.
(He folded gently
the written memory
of her penned lips,
that in silence,
said more
than spoken breath.)
...
Wednesday 1st March 2023 8:03 pm
Ember
She offered me a peach
I looked at the Stars instead
The winking of A thousand suns
Wrote verse inside my head.
She lifted a burning ember
As tribute to her face
Her searching smile
Of knowing thoughts
She claimed with nothing
Said.
Then folded gently like
the hidden memory
of her smile,
Her parted lips
in silence
said more than
spoken br...
Wednesday 1st March 2023 4:29 pm
Boots & Bayonets
When Economics
has sex
with politics
and the Law
it spawns Asylums
in which
to lock up the poor
whether
dragged off to Jail
or
sent off to war
It's the
cell or the trench
for you that's
in store.
Verse & Photo by Tommy Carroll
Monday 20th February 2023 3:59 pm
Askance
Just waiting
for the smile,
askance
"no? " I enquired
and waited
She sighed, looking
out of the window,
I leant forward
smiling.
"Askance" a word I'll use again.
Monday 2nd January 2023 4:28 pm
Icelandic poem: said in the voice of Bjork
Thar hiz a fing in ma fridge
Tha dear not spike its naym
Han so I hav called hit midge
I fink it com from Spayn
Hit ides beheynd da Milk
And laffs wen the dor clouses
He as a chin lak Acker Bilk
An does has e' suppozez
Once he ate all me lard an gin
Han had folks there far owez
E' even ad mor drinks sent in
An spent me dosh on flowez
◄ Icelandic poem 2 In the voice of Bjork
Saturday 31st December 2022 8:02 am
American Suffarage - or - Gallows Music
The Unforgiving
Giving causation
to the Suffrable,
like the Gallows music
of would not be Americans
giving tenure
to the driftwood words
of their own loss.
words and image by Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 20th December 2022 11:39 am
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...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 1:59 pm
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.
...
Thursday 10th November 2022 4:25 pm
Recollection
As shadows wait
for the creeping
sun
And busses wander
past
missing stops,
the times of smiles
we thought forgotten.
😊
Tuesday 8th November 2022 6:58 pm
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
Sunday 11th September 2022 6:52 pm
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...
Thursday 8th September 2022 11:38 am
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... 😎
Thursday 25th August 2022 2:50 pm
I saw you standing there
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...
Wednesday 27th July 2022 12:26 pm
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...
Tuesday 26th July 2022 7:14 pm
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
Friday 22nd July 2022 5:59 pm
Counting fingers
Monday 27th June 2022 2:12 pm
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
Saturday 25th June 2022 1:20 pm
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.
...Sunday 19th June 2022 9:26 pm
"Thrall"
Stood up
Held back
Turned away
Bit lip
Silently swore
Left alone
Waited a lifetime
For her return.
words and images TH Carroll
Friday 29th April 2022 12:37 pm
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)
Sunday 3rd April 2022 7:44 pm
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...
Tuesday 29th March 2022 3:07 pm
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.
Monday 21st March 2022 7:18 pm
Children running and screaming
Murder of children
and thier children
are mothers and
cousins who recall
their grandmothers
and forget
sadly
the loss.
Sunday 6th March 2022 9:08 pm
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...
Monday 28th February 2022 9:04 pm
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.
Friday 25th February 2022 6:59 pm
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...
Thursday 10th February 2022 11:51 pm
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