Poetry Blog by trevor homer
I’m looking through my Father’s eyes
as a cloud white curtain lifts.
Coal-fired smoke curls upward,
the still street stands bereft.
‘Salt of the earth’ pillars of stone identical to each,
light ghostly chorus as if to say,
'there’ll be no changes here today'.
A dismal dawn squints down on those
who long to abandon ship.
While others to their fate resign,
Tuesday 27th October 2020 1:34 pm
People ringing up, others’ calling round,
late night visits everybody’s underground.
Negative reactions to positive thought,
‘I could sort it all out if I had a little snort.’
Go out for drink and have a little chat,
Soon the conversation turns to this and that.
Talking total nonsense, what’s it reall...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 2:49 pm
We had the best of it, he says, raising his glass,
As if in some salute to the past.
We meet on occasion, as old school friends do,
Remembering when we used to drink under-age.
Well past that stage now, our sense of
Boyhood bonhomie still tangible.
Our conversation is like leafing through a book
With chapters missing. How else to explain
What became of all that dista...
Thursday 15th October 2020 2:04 pm
We’ll never forget the debt we owe
to all those battles fought in the South.
Rich pickings for Jim Crow,
but they should know! That every time
they took down a lifeless lump of flesh
hanging from a tree, we gained strength.
Some think by cheapening our lives,
our will is denied.
That every time the call comes,
another son’s violation
will quicken our su...
Thursday 1st October 2020 11:55 am
When I was Edson Arantes Do Nascimento,
It seemed everyone knew my name.
From the back streets of Botafogo
To Midlands housing estate,
We played the beautiful game. In the
Shadow of electricity pylon, its arms
Outstretched in pose of Christ at Corcovado,
The Maracanã transposed from Rio de Janeiro.
Streetlight illuminating the stadium.
There was no Portuguese in the...
Friday 24th July 2020 11:31 am
She didn’t follow the advice scrawled on the door.
GO HOME – IMMIGRANTS OUT!
Letters lingering down the corridor.
A late-night shift, the lift broken and fouled.
Her bag, full of nursing studies,
Weighed more than she did.
Working hard to do her job, still just a kid.
The Marker-pen in a tattooed hand
Suggested he had been doing his.
They didn’t speak, so he ...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 2:55 pm
Who was it killed George Floyd?
Not I said the cop, I’m just employed
To do a job, and felt annoyed that
Just because he used his weight
To crush his windpipe and suffocate him
On the street in broad daylight, while 3 more officers
Held him down, like in so many other towns.
I only acted in self-defence,
to save the white folk from attack, he just happens to be black....
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 3:04 pm
The curfew had been extended
The day that the rumour began
3 strangers were seen approaching
At the head of a caravan
A Drone had detected their presence
As it hung like a star in the sky
Monday 23rd December 2019 2:39 pm
The daily landscape changes
With scholastic intent,
As myriad masses make their way
Through streets aroused from summers break.
Now wide awake, and drenched in dew,
Autumn term begins.
Mornings populated by procession
Of those now proudly in possession
Of shiny new uniforms.
Worn by children, some of whom,
Summer somehow forgot to nurture,
Seeming too small...
Thursday 12th September 2019 11:39 am
I looked for you when sleep was easy;
and dreams were indistinguishable
from waking hours; in every
chrome cafe juke box and hissing coffee machine
that poured promise of Italy; on every bus
that dropped victims at the factory; and every
pair of shoes not brown.
I looked for you in tab-collar shirt
holding a pair of pliers;
in welded steel and long hours;
Thursday 5th September 2019 4:01 pm
Be of good cheer,
it’s not the North that’s grim.
It’s just perfidious Albion
that causes such precipitation.
When you were born
the stars aligned and
in conjunction with the sun,
seduced the Jet Stream’s aerial flight,
‘Till North and South shone as one.
Imagine then a sunny day,
when fields of daffodils hold sway,
and Bluebells form a w...
Wednesday 4th September 2019 2:20 pm
Out here on the coast I can taste bountiful
pleasures from The Garden of England;
the juice of luscious fruit drips from my lips,
as rolling Downs determine distance between
far horizons and rolling sea.
The ‘Pearl of Kent’, lustrous still, with oyster
beds exposed at low tide. Few boats remain
of a fishing trade capsized, as I look over my shoulder
to where people sp...
Monday 2nd September 2019 1:31 pm
I live where the best of poetry exists between
the lines; the place is full of corpses decomposing
in drawers and other half-forgotten places. I go
back every now and then; dig them up and ask
if they have anything new to say, or did our conversation
finish long ago. I sift through the remains of lost
loves and dreams, long abandoned to their fate;
looking for clues as t...
Friday 26th July 2019 4:25 pm
and I have ideas
of buying a mirror
so that I can
and see myself.
keep it in my
and take quick looks
know it was me
and not me
At least then
are your own.
Friday 19th July 2019 3:55 pm
Do you remember way back when, it was always him and you
You wore a dress of Organza that the world could see straight through
But he saw more than shape and form; he saw the inner you
A girl / child in a woman’s body, shining like a star
He should have known when she said come, she’d take him much too far
Far away from the boy he was to the man he would become
Friday 19th July 2019 10:44 am
It’s harder than you think to disappear,
to lose yourself then reappear, with no trace of why
or what went before.
You can get lulled into a false sense of security,
become blasé about the little things.
Like never answering the phone when it rings.
There was a shotgun in the cellar, wrapped in hessian sack,
I took it out a while ago, intending to put it back.
When we ...
Monday 15th July 2019 4:06 pm
announce the day
come what may
Vows all broken
a slim gold ring
a wedding token
on the floor
the night before
Love is dying
she is crying
i am lying
Wednesday 10th July 2019 10:47 am
LAST THOUGHTS ON FIDEL
TO THOSE ABOUT TO LIE, AND THOSE WHO SALUTE YOU,
NEVER HAS SO MUCH, BEEN STOLEN FROM SO MANY,
BY SO FEW.
THE LIBERAL COMMENTARIAT KNOWS A THING OR TWO
ABOUT THAT. ET TU BRUTE? ET TU?
I’M WATCHING LATE NIGHT TELEVISION,
WITH THE RADICALS CALLING THE SHOTS.
THEY’RE REVIEWING WEST-END MUSICALS,
WHILE THE WORLD’S DOWNTRODDEN ROTS.
Monday 24th June 2019 3:19 pm
THE POETRY CAFE’ [Cafe Grande, Dudley] revised
In the land of Mordor, where the furnaces roared,
And the grass was blasted black,
You can stand on a hill that looks out to the Urals,
Toward Tolstoy and Pasternak.
Ghosts of industry haunt the museums,
And the town shuts down after dark....
Wednesday 5th June 2019 4:27 pm
IMOGEN – 10 months old
I stand with my back to the sink
While your grandmother rummages
In cupboards below. Gazing up,
She meets your expectant face
Seemingly suspended in mid air.
You are bent almost backwards;
Determined to know what world of wonder
Exists on those shelves.
I fear to move, so like a little bird you were,
Nestling into the crook of my neck,
Friday 17th May 2019 4:10 pm
THE HOLY CHURCH OF NATURE
I sit in the holy church of nature,
Listening to the incantations of
A choir of Sycamore leaves rustling
In pitch perfect harmony;
Fading to whispers as the sermon begins.
The Sunlit ceiling of mosaic cloud
Sprinkles light rain of holy water,
Baptising my boots in the
Living stream of consciousness
That trickles through the aisles of...
Friday 3rd May 2019 3:27 pm
LETS ALL GO BACK TO THE 50’s
Come with me to the 50’s, when
Men were truly men. The
Beer was cheap and fags cost pennies.
You knew where you were back then.
Let’s all go back to the 50’s, when
Women all sat in the Snug. And
Knew their place when they got home, while
Men gave their forelock a tug.
We weren’t really poor in the 50’s, we
Were all in...
Monday 29th April 2019 4:23 pm
So I get up when I hear my name,
A surreal sound I don’t fully recognise.
Should I be here? I ask myself, thinking,
‘I should have come in disguise’.
What happens when I get to the mic’?
I then realise
There’s sweat pouring down my face.
I feel like I should run.
The panic subsides and I hear applause,
Glad I decided to come.
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 4:15 pm
PERMISSION TO SPEAK
Words whither on the tongue
the next step separates the strong from the weak.
To verbalise that which is forbidden
i form the air to speak.
Against the will of others
who deny me my own name.
We are all refugees now
looking for someone to blame.
Voices whisper on the telephone line
of secrets written on a page.
That speaks of cru...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 4:03 pm
I was fourteen years old when I heard on the radio that
‘Johnny was in the basement, mixing up the medicine’.
The recipe for whatever this revolutionary potion was,
must exist somewhere. What exactly did the ingredients consist of ?
Various listening’s divulged snippets of information which,
over a period of several weeks careful listening, I was able
to decipher, comp...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:17 am
WORK IN PROGRESS…………
Something there is about work; that
Tendency to exert muscular power or
Subtle application, and in the process
Exercise body and mind. To appreciate
That instinct to make or mend, and in doing so,
Comprehend the nature of things.
Give me a tool to shape and bend
Material to the intended outcome of its endeavour.
To describe with ...
Thursday 28th March 2019 11:20 am
IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE
It’s hard to believe I’m redundant,
My productive worth measured by age.
My best before date now expired,
In reality I’m now retired.
I heard my name mentioned,
Then saw it on a list.
Pinned to the wall,
Next to the toilet,
At the en...
Thursday 14th March 2019 3:21 pm
I DREAM IN POETRY
When day is done, and night time comes,
thoughts, disjointed, anointed with visions
appear from I don’t know where.
But there’s the rub,
when muse is sought In light of day,
I find little to convey.
Yet, when bed beckons, ablutions disposed,
fractured prose finds me unexpectedly, as
evening recollection of rigged election
competes with min...
Wednesday 6th March 2019 3:41 pm
WHEN IN SOME DISTANT TIME [For Imogen]
When, in some distant time; no, I don’t mean
Those halcyon days of summer, when you are busy
In a world adults cannot enter.
Or splashing on shorelines, held tightly by the eternal bond
Of mother and father; or else falling in long grass
Grown taller than your head, while running so fast,
You were a blur to others....
Monday 18th February 2019 4:31 pm
GIRL FROM THE BLACK COUNTRY
‘I could ate a bull,
Then cry for his ‘orns.
I’m bloody clammed’, she said.
‘The shillin’s gone so we cor cook,
An’ the babby still ay fed’.
I used to be as big as a bonk ‘oss,
Now I’m as thin as a rake.
‘e said e’d tek me out to dinner,
The bloody lyin’ face-ache’.
‘e took me up the ‘ways instead,
To buy a bag o’ suc...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:42 am