well
well this time
well this place
well this we
forever
for those we kiss
for those we miss
for those we love
forever.
Thursday 31st December 2009 12:00 am
Ballad of Beelzebub
Cowell's spawn,
what is it that
lies underneath?
Joe McElderry
sugary corn,
Too many smiles
Too many teeth
Thursday 17th December 2009 3:42 pm
Rage Against The Machine
''Freedom is not when
the Master let him go,
it was when the Master said ''Yes''
and he said ''No!''
quote used by Tom Morello
(Rage Against The Machine)
on BBC radio 6
Wednesday 16th December 2009 8:35 am
Christianity and other myths
She said: ''You forget about
the fall back position
of Christianity:
'Limbo'
According to the Catholic church
all 'souls' that had no faith
but were without sin-
ended up there.
I envisage
countless babies
crawling around for eternity,
crying for their mums!''
Tuesday 15th December 2009 1:14 pm
The Love Making Of Hiawatha
I sit beside you
your wanting me
I sit beside my self
my wanting your wanting
your thigh
against my skirt
my skirt riding
my thigh's skirt riding
your arm that is resting
my breast that is pressing
your movement at my chest
my movement cannot rest
your heat makes me wet
don't stop-not yet
your wine spills a drop
the wine spills-don't stop
the time ...
Saturday 12th December 2009 2:48 am
Behind The Event
Back where I was once
I am now contrived,
Awaiting the return trip;
Waiting in strained advance-
Abandoned thus obliged.
This situationist event
Becomes an angry retort:
To reply to actions
One must think of the consequences-
Or file a 'Missing' report.
Thursday 3rd December 2009 10:49 pm
The shopping of Hiawatha.
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 the...
Tuesday 1st December 2009 2:30 am
test run for blog entry comment disablement procedure.
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Friday 27th November 2009 4:17 pm
I dreamt of the end-of-the-world last night!
I stood and watched
Two planes collide.
And heard the sound
As from a memory.
The felt warmth
Of neutrinos,
Scarred an image
Through every skull.
Like a beautiful Angiogram.
We sighed as the missiles
Wrote their new world history-
Though shorter than a blink.
foto & poem T Carroll
Sunday 22nd November 2009 11:13 pm
Betrayed
for this falling light.
How the warmth of
friends
held your spoken
grip.
How the push and shove
just came and went.
How I miss her
and her name amongst friends.
The morning's ache
against
a worried sky
and long for gaze
betray this shuttered eye.
I wake again...
Wednesday 18th November 2009 12:50 am
I Leant Against The Wall
She lay tangled In my bed-clothes.
I watched trapezoids of summer light make motes alive to the warmth.
I leant against the wall and counted her breaths,
pale and shallow her rising breasts,
her hair webbed with sleep and
gripped to her belly my gown
since last she bathed.
I lowered my case-
and loved her more.
Saturday 7th November 2009 9:48 pm
thole swoopstake
forget money
forget shopping:
go look at the rocks
and
poke a twig at the sky!
Friday 6th November 2009 1:57 am
Advice to the Elderly November the Fifth.
Be careful to ALL fireworkers:
Old ladies with knitting disorders
And grumpy old men with pacemakers
Have vowed to ''Pour dribbles of WATER
Upon the fuse of each
And any firework
That they come accross''.
Informents have told police
To look out for suspicious groups
Of slowly moving strangers
Smelling of urine!
Thursday 5th November 2009 2:33 am
The shame of social embarressment of a man farting loudly in a lift full of women.
Tuesday 3rd November 2009 7:22 pm
Assignation
My Love sits astride Another's Love
As I another sit,
My Love holds Another's hand
While Another's gaze is met.
Another watches My Love's mouth
As I another watch,
My Love speeks Another's name
But My Love its troth I catch.
Friday 23rd October 2009 12:54 am
Persephone's Filthy Dream
This is the tangled time
The time that heavy with want
Becomes the jaw for open thighs.
My tasty flesh renders
The cleft for wet truth.
The hour is slim; my ache can shatter Persephone's slake.
Enthralled against the serpent earth!
Legs knotted, lay tangled in ancient ruin.
Thursday 22nd October 2009 12:16 pm
try
Haiku I supposed that
you were shorter than
I first supposed it to be.
Once again.
Wednesday 21st October 2009 12:36 am
...and thus it goes.
LET ME EXPLAIN...
(and thus it goes. My brain interposing with drivel...)
and sometimes the words come out wardback and shus instead of 'thus' but should come out frontward...'Thus'
( I tire of this consious senility, this humour by disguise...)
...with lost inflection and missing adverbs splet not spelt...
( and so it goes...)
and...thus it goes.
Tuesday 20th October 2009 4:33 pm
part of the sequence of the equation for scratching my nose...
Like every sequence defined by linear recurrence, the Fibonacci numbers have a closed-form solution. It has become known as Binet's formula, even though it was already known by Abraham de Moivre:
where is the golden ratio (sequence A001622 in OEIS)(note, that , as can be seen from the defining equation above).
The Fibonacci recursion
is similar to the defin...
Thursday 15th October 2009 11:54 pm
GOING BACK-WARDS IN TIME: A Day In That Life
Thursday 15th October 2009 11:35 pm
Fibonacci Sequence
him: 'Central to this
objection
is your reaction...'
her: ' A bit of ''Leninist
stick bending''
that moves it
to Its required point!'
Thursday 15th October 2009 11:04 pm
Various poems and replies from others in thier style- a thank you!
500
half a mil
Blogs of nods
in thier various styles,
they
'' Fill up our walls with English dead...''
This bouquet of pansies and such
A tribute to this lasting sauce.
A River flowing thru
this
Discourse of mind and word.
Viva!
Thank you!
Wednesday 14th October 2009 5:21 pm
point this way
pointed are: pointless the persuation,
pointing in our blanks the verse;
the unsaid lines of this invasion
saddend useless with the verbs.
weighted are: exagerated tenses,
waiting in our queue the lines;
the handled change of this deception
worried senseless many times.
Tuesday 13th October 2009 11:47 pm
The impossibility of knowing what's the probable causes and outcomes of finding your way around a certain 'tele-phone' company.
Tuesday 13th October 2009 8:54 pm
this smile
This brush
filled
then emptied against my teeth.
and
brushed up down and sideways.
all over.
then sluiced with liquid that kills
again, my mouth.
then sodium bicarbonate
to rental the bullets in
the dying brains.
I smile
Monday 12th October 2009 12:50 am
" Sure... how much?"
The weight
has token
then value
always indermand
Indermanded
"shall we move ...?"
Ok...this is the reflection
of my crying...
in its vain
in its nose
in its wallet.
Sunday 11th October 2009 11:23 pm
...there's this then that.
How sweet
a noise
from her
from him
Then a brush
against the arm
and
how beautiful
this sorry sound
like Jazz
but she
Kate Bush
makes simple
the beautifulness of Jazz
She
and
It
'IZ'
this swank
and wonderfullness
links
that stride amid my
lasting wants,
and
My arm is touched
and Stan Getz greets wishers.
Sunday 11th October 2009 11:01 pm
Blackened Berries
with berries,
and the laugh will crack this smile;
with your face: always your face.
with tears,
and the laugh will soften this land
with your smile: always your smile.
with time,
and the laugh will open this prize
with your kindness: always your kindness.
Friday 9th October 2009 6:16 pm
Gymnopedies
This jig-saw thinking
has
Blended butter in the gaps
of
The most eloquent
Brass,
then
Echoed with wood
and
Strings.
So this is how music
Can sound
When love vibrates.
Thursday 8th October 2009 10:51 pm
The Cerebral Anjiogram or Blood on the Neuro X- Ray Department Dance Floor
Words without issue
Dullness
Thoughts fork:
Thinks blink:
A primordial head-scape-
A brilliant zink.
Making Thoughts
Anew.
From this addled lexicon
And silly thinking
A focus
and
You!
Thursday 8th October 2009 9:09 pm
5th of shall one day be...and upon the 7th it was forgotten. Are men
The 6th of October
Tuesday 6th October 2009 2:23 pm
Happy...thingy...what's his name...?
To Me
A once and current bun
For thine is the trickery
And shall be holy upon the holies
A sun this day here has
And his shall be called Thomas
Thomas after the future kings of England
And Henry for the same reason
All for the day
Are men.
Tuesday 6th October 2009 2:12 pm
Anal sex is preferable to the shit out-side.
A good rogering is prefered to eviction
And I am re-reading I Told You.
While walls spasm and the
Glotis grip-
The terror belches
A real good fuck.
Saturday 3rd October 2009 11:21 pm
I left the party early:
My letraseted syntax
With its addled Lexicon
And garbled scrabble pattern
Left with its coat and hat on.
Friday 2nd October 2009 4:30 pm
going knowing gone!
i didn't know your leaving
nor wasn't told you'd gone
not knowing you were knowing
that i'd know i was not one
she left me all alone
not wanting to be one
i listened to her leaving
i new she had gone
so: she's not leaving knowing
so: she's listened to her gone
that knew she wanted leaving
left me the only one.
Friday 2nd October 2009 4:04 pm
I love Amy but as a guy said:
Friday 2nd October 2009 1:05 am
My knowing you: You knowing someone else.
Expressive Dysphasia
Is storming through
Like the wasted
Train-line tangle
Of the word spate
That heaves my name.
My tsunami chimes
Its Brain Cell Pattern
Like dizzy bends of thinking.
Thursday 1st October 2009 11:38 pm
front of the queue-relapse
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
I'm waiting in line
wang...
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well this is a tine time to walk sideways......diff....h..............minkolew.........98)_
d...
Tuesday 29th September 2009 3:22 pm
relapse
wang...
......jibber..........0909098............
well this is a tine time to walk sideways......diff....h..............minkolew.........98)_
do.........3...why do the dreams change channels?....?...shh?
&...*...
shh.........oh the violance...violata...vid...(come now come quick).....
:::, shh,..........
sleep
Friday 25th September 2009 1:56 pm
Lizzie by night
That second Lizzie
That once in a life second
The way you laughed that night
The way you fetched service
The way you looked- this easy...
The way you knew who we were that night
The way you were followed by all
The way you were trailed by me
The way you were sure of this and that
The way you were so easy to be
So very easy In my company...
Thursday 24th September 2009 4:52 pm
bloodburst
fisss-
vishhhhhhhhhhhhhht-
plubbb--glubb--fishhh-
itsssssssssss-
twang!
how wide the repertitions how great madess!
Tuesday 15th September 2009 12:00 am
No Title To
In seconds my
wasted wanting
breath caught
a tumble-drying
yesterday:
all now repeats
and 99% missed
meanings.
Saturday 12th September 2009 10:25 pm
brain hemorrhage
this is a new thrill:
listing of the speech
hand wired
and wired tooth-brushed heads
of a new seven-less bleeding
washed and jointed...
semi-detached property...
the pajamas's await
Thursday 10th September 2009 12:08 am
mind chin
a small chin
that needs
that what
a pant
a scary
eveny just
a brain...held on...
christ a frightening
Tuesday 8th September 2009 12:19 am
Newcastle accent
All of this came out years down the line, in my multitude of creative interests that a...
Sunday 16th August 2009 12:14 am
I love Bill Hicks (being tickled)
I love Bill Hicks
what?....no no
I love Bill Hicks
hahaha...no I love Bill Hicks
honest...hahaha...shhh
I love Bill Hicks
behave...haha...shh
I love Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
dead forever
I love Bill Hicks
Saturday 15th August 2009 8:05 pm
waa waawaaa
'waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa KABUL waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa HELMUND waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa IRAQ waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa BAGHDAD waa waawaaa waa waawaaa waa waawaaa BA...
Saturday 15th August 2009 7:41 pm
Accent
Today a Northern Irish girl
Asked if I had ' fridges'
I thought that she had read my poem
About the life that's Midge's
I told her 'It's out the back
It's tall and white and hums'
'No' She said ' I want the type
That from a carton comes'
I looked askance, she asked again
'Do you have some fridges?'
I repeated what she had said
Then smiled- she wanted 'fruit juice' .
Wednesday 12th August 2009 12:17 am
is you is?
He collaborated with Brecht
He went with the flow.
Avant-garde.
Was he an opportunist
Then
When
Trade Unionists were hung-
Going with the flow
To pen backward looking ditties?
Did he collaborate with the Nazis?
Carl Orf f
...tra la la la lala....(jingle jingle)..lala..lalala!
Tuesday 11th August 2009 1:07 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 readers wives
sharpen dull blad...
Sunday 9th August 2009 5:46 pm
I Have That Tape Still
Enough said
and
drunk,
we sulked
and danced
and waited for:
coats
taxis
kebabs.
holding posters
of
dead rock stars
we climbed
the bare stairs.
Some wine
and the best sounds on tape
and white bulbs painted red or blue
and grass, 'cool'
no chairs,
white walls,
carpeted.
my flat.
More drink
and looking out of windows
and Tom Waits on tape
and that 'gear' from Egypt.
pushing each other gently
and
opening windows
and
and
we laug...
Friday 7th August 2009 9:42 pm
Twisted
when you walk down an underpass
with a beautiful woman still a teenager:
stand away from her,
rest your shoulders against the tiles,
set a finger into the grout
and smile.
Twist your nail until it breaks.
Still smile.
And if you still want
her like I did
then break another
nail
and when all
trace of nails and smiles
have withered
withered
from those tiles
kiss her
kiss her
once more
kiss her
yet once more for me.
Friday 7th August 2009 7:24 pm
Icelandic poem 1 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
Wednesday 5th August 2009 11:36 pm
Icelandic poem 2 In the voice of Bjork
Thurr urr sam folks
Oo com hat nite
Hango at thurr own liesure
Thay tike the sheets At either ent
Han toss me at thurr pleasure.
Thurr whispers soon
Becom mah drims
That fill mah head wiv nonsence
Thay blow tha fuses
In mah plugs
Han read my correspondence.
Litil buggars!
That's wat thay urr
Thay mike mah sleep horrendous
Thurr silly gayms
Dat leef me wet
Han feelin not tremendous.
Wednesday 5th August 2009 11:21 pm
Please Do Not Put Me In a Rhyme
Please do not put me in a rhyme
leave me out of your schemata
leave my name and broken
ways for some other tongue
for some other days.
Just write about that which
you know and do not
speculate or pitch dramatic
verse into the space I have left.
I've taken my books from
the dusty shelves and
stepping over your out-stretched legs
I leave the room you've already locked
I steal away from easy rhyme.
Monday 27th July 2009 10:20 pm
There Is One Scoffing
high and winsome
even now about the town
and pointing, looking, directing
traffic this way,
anointing: laying down the mantra and crying-
'I love you too much to be seen with-out you.' I feel the hem of your thinkingonly to have it tugged away...only to have it tugged away...
Monday 27th July 2009 9:54 pm
Before the After
(or doggerel also rises)
I used to be bald
but now I'm shorn,
like being dead
not being unborn.
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.
Monday 27th July 2009 4:01 pm
Incide info
we have to shhh as we are a target.... you know so just shhh as ...we will be heard or ...or...someone with the a..'bility to read the lips will traitor us.... you know what they are doing? well ... i ...i ...It involves a shipment of waste that 'pparently has gone astray only i' 'asn''t...and these misstypes don't help...why you look at me dat way?...I iz only sayin'...broffah!...I an..lie ......
Saturday 25th July 2009 1:30 am
Women love poetry more than men
Women Love Poetry More Than Men.
Hard Hat Area: Poem under construction!
(a poem for two voices and a mind.)
It's a fact, they do...
they are more inclined to
they are they just do...
They like the emotional entanglement that's true, however,
I'm not sure are you?...
Of course: their eyes light up with delight ...
Friday 24th July 2009 11:38 pm
Friday night stuck-in
F...Friday
R...Roisin
I...I
D...Daniel
A...Alltogether
Y...Yippee!
Friday 24th July 2009 8:11 pm
Lizzie by Night
That second Lizzie
That once in a life second
The way you laughed that night
The way you fetched service
The way you looked- this easy...
The way you knew who we were that night
The way you were followed by all
The way you were trailed by me
The way you were sure of this and that
The way you were so easy to be
So very easy In my company...
Friday 24th July 2009 11:42 am
Coffee
more a pint than a shot,
scalding coffee
knows what is and what is not.
Thursday 23rd July 2009 1:58 pm
The Gallery
Someone left luggage
on the floor,
I lifted it up
to a hook by the door.
A crowd gathered
I couldn't believe my eyes
when I came back it had
won first prize.
Thursday 23rd July 2009 12:27 pm
Summing up Ted Hughes' poetry:
Squawk squawk
Berry drop
Over there
Mind the tractor!
Look at them spuds!
Weep for the soil
Away to market
Bills bills- ah the sun!
My mad wife
What a life
Sorry i rhymed
Look at the time!
Wednesday 22nd July 2009 3:31 pm
Hullabaloo
re the hullabaloo over Barack Obama and Michael Jackson
We clap some Blacks,
we clap them Blacks,
tho' we mow those
others shacks
and dish out smacks,
we clap them Blacks
and forget them 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 us all our stacks
of dirty cash
and maids we lash
and keep from d...
Wednesday 22nd July 2009 11:18 am
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