Poetry Blog by Tommy Carroll (2012)

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Dragging the luggage

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Dragging the luggage Monday 31st December 2012 1:40 am (first posted Tuesday 25th December 2012 2:51 am)

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-

remembering the

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Dragging the luggage

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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-

remembering 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 ...

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Cooking for the Infidel

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abandoned:

Prolouge:

No need for air, for light,

just tilt your head backwards

and allow the past

to roll down your face.

Hold on to that.

 

Recollections:

Persephone shifted her weight

in time to the point

she was making.

She never stood erect-

she was always making a point.

 

Even with a po...

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Cooking for the Infidel

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Prolouge:

No need for air, for light,

just tilt your head backwards

and allow the past

to roll down your face.

Hold on to that.

 

Recollections:

Persephone shifted her weight

in time to the point

she was making.

She never stood erect-

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I, myself Tommy that's me

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Tommy is thinking:

why do posters refer to themselves

in the third person?

I have tried to,

so has himself.

When speaking in the third person

he finds one asking him:

why?

can two people converse

in the third person?

Tommy finds it difficult to

quote directly from a third person's

point of view

while speaking to the third-person

...

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Applause

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you and me

Don't you know
it's just a rage
a tempest brewed
from grape not sage-
in all the world
there's not a stage
not tread by feet already.

And so I bow
and bid me out
you cared for nought
nor gave a shout
as all that is
will come about
with out you being ready.

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Walking side-ways

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There is one scoffing,
high and winsome
even now about the town-
pointing, looking, directing traffic
this way, that way up and down-
then anointing,
lay the mantra-
cries- 'I love you'
I'm walking side-ways with a frown.

I feel the hem of your thinking...
only to have it tugged away...
only to have it tugged away...
 

words and foto T Carroll

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recovery

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I'm more than a little bent,

out of shape,

my money all spent.

I feel sad,

my love-life's bad,

but still- I'm glad that I went.

 

words and foto T carroll

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Come and See: Be Witness

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Come and See: Be Witness

Monday 27th August 2012 

Assertion1:

Come and see

Young Alexander whoes shadow

is cast upon the arm of a man at rest.

Declares of him 'It is yours, just ask,

I will grant you all that you request.'

 

Assertion2:

Come and see, 

push upon the open door, as

three youngst...

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Bloody Valentine

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I grabbed the blade
She held the handle
I gripped it tight
She swifly pulled 
and smiled 
I looked at her smile
She assured me of 
our continuing friendship.
As the blood seeped
between my forgotten
fingers
 
words T Carroll
 
music  TalkTalk
 
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School playing fields:

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School playing fields

 

I'm out of breath

and practice too

i'm out of paper

not in the loo

I'm out of shape

I'm out of sorts

I'm in a mood

and not my shorts.

 

 

School playing fields: 21 sell-offs have been approved by coalition

• Michael Gove agreed sales despite pledge to protect pitches 
• Pressure builds on coalition to rethink sp...

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You read the literature or lets wash their dirty linen in public

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To all those adults who are thrilled by the Olympics.

To all those sportspeople who are on the point of hysteria over the Olympics.

To all those in charge of or likely to financially gain from the Olympics.

To all those in the media -epecially the BBC-who have become 'embedded' into the circus,

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£30,000,000,000 Olympics

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''Big Ben will chime 40 times in three minutes on Friday as part of a mass bell-ringing event marking the start of the Olympics....''

 

They said it  'would be a tonic to the nation'

Initial estimated cost £2,400,000,000

those wonderful

1000's of armed soldiers

hard-pressed people

1000's of armed police

in-charge of the Olympics

jet-fighters

(and all t...

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Paris ahead...

 

oooh   ahh

oooh   ahhh

oooh   ahhh...

...

aching buttocks

aching thighs

unseen crowds

unseen skies

between the shoulders

lakes of fire

stinging eyes

on the spinning tyre

calves and heart

will explode

grip the 'bars

eat the road

kilo meters 

whirring chains

from Revel

to Ax 3 Domaines

the body's racked

the ...

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The putting down

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The putting down of glasses
(as when laying down a book)
is as
ordinarily an action
as 
after sips of beer are took,

but when
the putting down of something
is not laying it to rest
it's the extra ordinary something
of the lifting up that's best.

words and foto T Carroll...

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Do not turn me into rhyme

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Please do not turn me into 

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

of which you know 

and

do not speculate

nor

pitch dramatic

verse into the space

I have left.

 

I've taken my books

from your dusty shelves

and

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MC's wanted for L**** B****

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Can I change the name (Liver Bards)? If not then forget it. Also if chosen I would insist on the following that:                                             
 
1) Speakers have a full head of hair.
2) Speakers are under 30 years of age.
3) Speakers are are NOT allowed to put a finger in their ear.
4) Speakers are only allowed to give a recital when there are 50+ people...

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125 GeV/c2

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The Boson that is Higgs,

hides when it jiggs,

with an end nearly instant

and the unification of  quantum chromodynamics still quite distant 

the search for the particle,

was often quite farcical.

The technology involved

in the mass that's financial

unlike the thing itself

was massively substantial. 

 

words and foto of a Higgs Boson event created in a...

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Sportspro has rated Usain Bolt the 4th most marketable athelete in the world.

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The London Olympics  have won

the race to the money that's spent,

does it also objectify

the  sporting message that's sent?

of the individual glory

and personlity reification,

with its endless media chant

that it will unify the nation?

 

words and foto T Carroll

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extract of thought

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...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.

...

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7000th comment wins

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7000th comment-

make me a comment-

and

like eggs and flour

with precision

and

you will

be baked a cake by me

honest

 

 

7000th comment wins

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7000th comment-
make me a comment-
and
like eggs and flour
with precision
and
you ...

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You do not hear my voice.

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This is not art;

there is no point in my telling you this.

 

foto, words and the non art on the wall by T Carroll

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The Gaoler's daughter

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The oblivious kind - that you must be,

because of their eyes that you don't see.

The conspiritors that plot with devices

clearly show the signs of a crisis.

Those murmurers that gather about you,

whisper of  doings, but don't dare to. 

You'r not privvy to their machinations

or would-be secret  invasions.

Their intelligence that will be used, 

rebounds- and le...

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A Lady's dismissal

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Write your promises

on steamy glass

your vows of love

with fingered air

what meaning meant

now base and spent

as a smile becomes 

a sneer. 

 

words and foto T Carroll

 

 

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On stolen sheets

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I washed her

from my pillow-slips.

 

In a white plastic bucket

I soaked away her body's breath,

and with bleach removed

the evidence she had  left.

 

We snatched the time

to make our marks

with sweat and 

firm commitments.

 

The stains on stolen sheets

proved easier to erase

than those she ground into

the fabric of my room,

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She lies sleeping

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She lies sleeping...

as I pick up my shoes

and make our way

(on tip-toes)

towards the bedroom door.

I pause.

Love like life, peters out.

So with a final look

at what I've left behind

I leave both the gossip 

and the theatre

that has been

someone else's past;

someone else's entertainment. 

Then something catches my breath

as she gently ...

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He said

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He stood and stared

at the socks in his hand.

She lay an arm accross 

her face.

He made to sit 

on the edge of the bed.

She moved her legs.

He turned.

She sighed

at what lay ahead.

He squeezed her foot.

She turned her gaze to him.

He said:

''We will make it through this day...''

 

words and foto T carroll

 

 

 

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My loose checked tie

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My loose checked tie

 

Not knowing where she was

I strolled

along the sodden 

broken street.

 

My hands pocketed, 

I clutched the ten punt note

rescued from her purse.

 

There were brown laces

in my black brogues. 

I was whistling.

I had not washed in two days

 

I boulevarded down Pierce street.

and skipped past 

O'Shaughnessy's provisions

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Bloody Valentine

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I grabbed the blade
She held the handle
I gripped it tight
She swifly pulled
I looked at her smile
She assured me of our continuing friendship.

words T Carroll

music  TalkTalk

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There's a sigh that is written

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Rachel oh Rachel
(my word is my bond)
In three generations
(no need to despond)
your touch will have gone,
like the tread that you leave
and only a name's left 
for those that will grieve.
But along with your thoughts
(that furnish your lines)
there's a sigh that is written
- your voice echoes betimes .

Words and foto T Carroll

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The Banking Sector

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Don't cry: Etta James

http://youtu.be/JiHktoxEmQ4

Etta james - don't cry baby

Don't cry, don't cry baby
Don't cry baby
Dry your eyes, and let's be sweethearts again
And oh, cuz you know
You know I didn't mean
To ever treat you so mean
C'mon, c'mon sweetheart
And let's try it over again
And oh, don't cry
Don't cry baby
Don't cry, don't cry
Dry your eyes, and let's be sweethearts again
And oh, cuz you know I didn't mean
To ever...

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Wandering expositions

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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 hope that it amazes
where
in solitude it functions
in contrived s...

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