Poetry Blog by Wolfgar (2016)
One New Year I spent in Freetown
it was a time of blood and fuck
I was with some friends
two now dead one gone mad
best friends I ever had
Hands chopped and boiled in pans
sea like milky heaven
madmen gnashing black blood teeth
we were dying quickly underneath
I fucked away six months of life
I fucked away a loving wife
the best days ...
Saturday 31st December 2016 4:20 pm
What a waste of sky tonight,
the light of dead stars
smudged out by meaningless shite.
What a waste of words tonight,
great thoughts of those passed
shelved and replaced,
by the shiny and bright
Tomorrow when the sparkles have fallen,
and drunken cheers are numbed in nurofen,
will it be new or just the same?
Happy New Year!
Saturday 31st December 2016 2:31 pm
These fields were never greener
than when puddled bloody red,
when the rise of revolution
woke an empire from her bed.
When she revelled in her treachery
and dashed her children's hope,
snapping reasoned voices quiet,
to swing beneath a rope.
Her account was never heaving
in the days when men agreed,
when the peace that they believed in
was suppression to...
Thursday 29th December 2016 8:41 am
At The Bush Hotel in Farnham Town
between the topiary and Eiderdown,
many a girl hitched her silken gown
trading modesty for half a crown.
In The Queens Head pub
not far from there,
many a lad without a care,
drunkenly compelled did the story share,
with reckless abandon and vulgar flair.
Though one whose tongue
does wag no more,
is laid beneath my flagst...
Tuesday 27th December 2016 1:39 pm
On this silent night stillness settles.
In the hollowed shelf of a trench wall
a young face glows ember red.
The moment transfixed,
low voices muster across open ground.
Foreign, a familiar tune rises,
lighter than the cordite air.
Ashen cheeks wet with tears,
young boys think of home.
In open boats, bodies huddle tight,
featureless faces under aimless...
Saturday 24th December 2016 11:44 pm
A sodden amygdala,
stagnant as dead liver.
Clogged by memories magma,
too stubborn to deliver.
Stuck inside, unfiltered.
A husbands punch,
a child's last breath.
The liquid lunch
to quench the death.
The heroin friends
who met common ends,
their purple faces
filled the lens.
The thunderous rain of dust
that came blinding in the night,
Thursday 22nd December 2016 1:38 pm
Protective arms to an orphaned child,
gentle words to a splintered mind,
a family fractured, reconciled.
Un-tinselled gifts of a human kind.
Tuesday 20th December 2016 8:54 am
The Moscow synodal choir 1915
Man as Angels,
fallen from Heaven.
The world from darkness lifted,
A sacred space filled,
A calm before uprising,
food for hungry souls.
While a nations children starve.
such enriching manna,
crushed by revolution,
wrenched from hope.
Tuesday 13th December 2016 10:18 am
tethered by satellite,
in jungle, sea and desert
they pivot toward the fight.
strung on threaded lies,
like pearls raised up too soon,
they dim before our eyes.
Crescent like they form,
their ripples permeate.
Unnoticed, now the norm,
the new tentacles of state.
These stepping pads
of creeping war,
Saturday 10th December 2016 10:44 am
the manifestation of nothing.
It slips inside a man un-swallowed,
an invisible burrowing monster.
It takes hold of sound minds,
and without a voice it speaks.
Without form it claws the gut
and tears all will apart.
Without a mouth it screams.
Softly whispered crescendos,
echo through empty cavernous space,
expanding to fill all voids,...
Thursday 8th December 2016 12:50 pm
The chairs are neatly circled
in the hollow of the hall
hopeful helpful posters
hang un-read upon the wall
Three buses and a good walk
deliver Harry Richards here
he comes for tea and just to talk
he’s been coming now for years
He’ll wait a few more minutes
on the steps outside the door
though his heart is slowly sinking
each week he waits some more
Tuesday 6th December 2016 7:51 pm
A piece of hessian sacking ripped and torn
lay damp and rotting,
some partial text remained visible
“A gift from the people…..
the sentence was unfinished,
charred by fire.
Whoever had sent it
would have no concept of this place now,
would have long forgotten the gift,
the urgency with which it was loaded as cargo,
the hope they wished it to deliver
and the ...
Monday 5th December 2016 11:23 am
The groynes stand black
mud-stuck and firm,
estuary tides wash timber thin.
Cormorant, Curlew and Black headed Gull
take their rest from flight and wing.
Sun slips toward its rising self
magnetic in her splendour,
then kissing gently disappear’s
so mighty, yet so tender.
decks cleared and washed
wire clinks on metalled mast,
Friday 2nd December 2016 2:07 pm
The red brick
like Gothic bleeding,
rises and reaches.
Desperately it clambers
from disappointed streets.
Unlike the children who left
and took the learning,
who floated free above the hanging grey
to where the rain was gone,
these roots remained and dug in deep.
The leavers took their love
and spread it wide,
across oceans and skies.
Thursday 1st December 2016 6:52 am