Poetry Blog by Trevor Alexander
Tags from last 12 months
It’s hard to believe you’re gone.
Though I didn’t know you well,
you’ve been there all my life.
I only visited a couple of times,
but you impressed me,
remained with me,
and I got used to you being there.
People try to tell me
there will be life after death,
and you will live again.
Will it be the same?
Or just a shadow of existence,
a pale ...
Thursday 18th April 2019 12:54 pm
soothing, safe, a welcome respite from the day;
a force that suffocates and takes your peace away;
a sound that signifies accord with what they say;
an awkward moment when you’re staggered with dismay;
the lull before you face the fury of the storm;
the knowledge that it’s over and you’re safe and warm;
excitement as you wait for actors to perform;
the solace as you conte...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 5:10 pm
Now we’re half the way through the ordeal
and today the prompt has no appeal
it’s becoming a curse
but I’ll dash off this verse
and tomorrow I’ll see how I feel
Tuesday 16th April 2019 11:28 pm
I’ll tell you all a story from a time not long ago,
of a farmer up in north-west Donegal.
It was almost harvest time when he was dealt a body blow,
and I’ll tell it to you just as I recall.
He was working on his tractor, and I heard an awful yell,
when his fingers became caught in the machine;
as the blood streamed to the ground I thought this won’t turn out so well,
Monday 15th April 2019 6:40 pm
Just one more bacon butty,
then tomorrow he may diet;
he has no love for salad,
but might eat it if you’d fry it.
He’ll have fish and chips for dinner,
and I’ve got a sneaky hunch
that he won’t be getting thinner,
‘cause he had more chips at lunch.
Then at supper it’s steak pudding
with a mound of mash and beans,
till his belly is protruding
like those Bu...
Sunday 14th April 2019 10:39 pm
The moon was bright that frosty night
he ghosted down the road;
her candle light came into sight,
its flicker barely showed.
His conscience itched but still he pitched
a pebble at the pane;
the curtain twitched, he was bewitched
to see her once again.
“Come down below and we will go,”
he whispered ‘cross the sill,
“For you must know I love you so,
Saturday 13th April 2019 6:32 pm
It’s on the coast.
Nothing west of it
until you hit America.
The small village,
just a few miles away
is typically Irish;
four bars and four churches,
one of which an ancient ruin.
The beach is idyllic;
long enough for all comers,
glorious golden sand
with ocean waves
warmed by the Gulf Stream.
In summer, it’s perfect.
Friday 12th April 2019 12:15 pm
We have colonised the world,
my countrymen and I,
with departures driven by
famine and persecution,
and by simple curiosity.
Citizens of the world,
we revel in however distant origins
with such exuberant relish
that our hosts,
become infected with it.
They dance in the street with us
to wild, spontaneous music,
and toast in the black stuff
Thursday 11th April 2019 12:04 pm
‘twas a soft-ish oul day and the sky was so grey,
and we’re all of us soaked to the skin.
Comin’ intae May and it’s spring so they say,
keep your muffler wrapped up to your chin.
We’ll keep our coats zipped ‘cause it’s cold as a crypt,
and we can’t see as far as the hills.
The winter still gripped ‘cause it’s not read the script,
and we’re all stricken down with the chill...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 1:53 pm
out for drinks with mates
bunch of rebrobates
having long debates
then in bed till noon
bangin’ in the head
wishin’ I was dead
curing it instead
at the greasy spoon
stepping on a plane
sunny week in Spain
money down the drain
every year in June
getting nicely tanned
sangria in hand
listen to a band
with a bangin’ tune
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:32 pm
A poem every day? I must be mad
to think that I could make it past week one.
Today, as I look at my writing pad
the word-count total is exactly none!
I can’t make any sense out of the prompt,
wherever do they come up with this stuff?
Creative juices are completely stomped,
my muse has vanished in a massive huff.
What can I write to get out of this mess?
Monday 8th April 2019 3:30 pm
The shops have changed.
Oh, they’re still there,
but what was a greengrocers
is now a mobile phone store,
the newsagents has morphed
into a takeaway,
and grass we used to play on
is now concreted for parking.
Where I rode my bicycle
with such freedom,
the road has shrunk,
with cars parked
nose to tail on both sides.
In my memory,
there were seven cars...
Sunday 7th April 2019 9:16 pm
My memories are souvenirs,
collected over many years;
some good, some bad, some sadly lost,
and some that came with such a cost;
a lifetime’s worth of hopes and fears.
Old love affairs ending in tears,
like heartbreak tales by balladeers;
the highs and lows that have criss-crossed
Yet in my dreams a voice appears
that sings like music to my ear...
Saturday 6th April 2019 4:06 pm
Did you vote leave or did you vote remain?
It’s been three years and progress is so slow.
Perhaps we’d better think it out again.
The vitriol still flies from that campaign;
so would you tell them if they want to know,
did you vote leave or did you vote remain?
Remainers think the leavers are insane,
and leavers say it’s long past time to go;
perhaps we’d better t...
Friday 5th April 2019 5:10 pm
Sun-baked sand clinging lightly to feet,
at high-water line, decaying
salty aroma of drying kelp,
as vagrant flies flitter around.
oozing between toes,
damp sand under sunlight,
warm on the surface,
A breeze breathes gently,
as it riffles recumbent hairs
on bared flesh.
Shushing waves whisper across sand;
Thursday 4th April 2019 9:43 pm
Who would compare you to a summer’s day,
when summer days grow dull and pour with rain?
What then would such a judgement say?
Perhaps I’d better pause and start again.
Might you outshine the sun up in the sky?
And yet dark clouds will often cast a veil
that hides its splendour from the world, and I
would see you both in radiant detail.
Exuberance may bring the bir...
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:21 pm
I take thee to be my wedded significant other,
to have and to hold,
when we can fit it in around school runs,
shopping trips, dance classes
and football matches;
for better or for worse;
and what could be worse than
standing up here dressed in this ridiculous regalia
in front of all these people,
to tell them what we and they already know?
For richer, for poorer?
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:20 pm
Wrapped in thick coats and mufflers,
huddled together against the icy wind,
so close the pall of whiskey breath hung
like mist in the morning forest.
Players shivered onto the field in their short shorts,
sleeves of jerseys pulled down over hands,
clasped tightly to keep the chill out.
The guy next to me opened a thermos
and took a swig.
He offered it to me,
but it sm...
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:16 pm
Now Paddy was painting the bedroom,
his wife had gone out to the shops,
the radio playing full volume,
and blaring out Pick of the Pops.
The missus came back with the shopping,
to find Paddy lathered in sweat;
as his paintbrush just kept right on flopping,
he muttered a rude epithet.
She said what on earth are you doing?
No wonder you’re feeling so hot,
Friday 15th March 2019 4:04 pm
Bone china floral pattern cups with curlicue handles on deep saucers, with matching side-plates on white lacy doilies, laid out on a blindingly immaculate linen tablecloth. In the middle, a long-spouted teapot wearing a knobbly, knitted woollen coat sits on a gleaming chrome-plated stand. But all the attention is drawn to the three-tier, silver-framed cake-stand, with its abundance of fondant fanc...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:49 pm
Faint call of soaring seabird shadowed against burning midday sun. Hazy white wisps suspended low on horizon. Gentle waves barely disturb cerulean surface as they erase footprints oozing across wet sand. Knotted clumps of drying kelp clutter high water line, its salty tang drifting through shimmering heat. Lolloping labrador leaps in pursuit of slowly fluttering flies. Staccato sounds of spade bea...
Thursday 31st January 2019 10:13 am
We see them on the news most every night,
pontificating, make believe they’re wise.
Myself, I think they talk a load of shite!
Does anybody understand these guys?
They tell us what to do and how to feel,
persuading us they know what’s best for us;
that we should acquiesce and let them deal
with everything, and not create a fuss.
They stroke us like a pet they woul...
Tuesday 29th January 2019 12:04 pm
A poet will pick up his pen
At the whim of his muse now and then
So he writes it all out
Then in tortured self-doubt
Rips it up and starts over again
Sunday 20th January 2019 5:21 pm
melting over taste buds,
evoking seaside memories;
Wednesday 16th January 2019 2:43 pm
We’ve got through the seasonal cheer
Well stuffed with roast turkey and beer
But the poor bathroom scales
Now just greet us with wails
And hide when we try to come near
Monday 7th January 2019 11:53 pm
The weather in winter’s the pits
‘Cause the falling of snow never quits
Which daily delivers
A case of the shivers
And shakes all your wobbly bits
Monday 7th January 2019 4:36 am