Updated: Sun, 2 May 2021 06:16 pm
"LET ME MAKE THE SONGS OF A NATION, AND I CARE NOT WHO MAKES ITS LAWS."
V. S. Naipaul (1932-2018) At the house of Mr. Biswas we'd eavesdrop: a bond between us. On moonless nights like this, I swear we had a light leading us there. ~~~~~ An Alpaca For Amandalpaca From Alpacadam Here's an alpaca with your name on it fur as soft as the ear of a rabbit bounding between the lines of a sonnet all for the sake of love An' if this crazy camelid runs away the green grass of Kent leading him astray you just whistle him home- it's your birthday all for the sake of love In the name of love, for the sake of love just whistle an' he'll come bounding for love with soft fur as white as a cloud above and your name on it How should you care for him? Just let him eat and no grass greener than here at your feet ~~~~~ A Visit It seemed to be a special day for grasshoppers in the graveyard this one on my bedroom ceiling must have hitched a ride from there I want him to stay this luminous green wowing us all with feelers longer than his body standing there upside-down where we couldn't dream of it so with this paper I'll bear him to my open window leaving him to pursue the grasshopper ways with his unique song and exuberant spring sail far as the winds blow the way a good grasshopper should on behalf of all of us left behind clutching every charm against the night's chill ~~~~~ The Kid With The Target On His Chest It makes me consider the heart more sympathetically this target on the chest designed to make me condemn outright the beating heart it reveals more than covers. Who is this boy who could be anyone? Ghostly in black in white as if from a chapter now ash but I've met less in the mirror. Shadows cresting night's hills I take them to be the firing squad too well trained to hesitate already lining up tomorrow's job. The old rumour circulates -a good world gone bad- what idiot provides the reason? My own heart led away-dark times like these- ending a poem with a bang. ~~~~~
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Tue 17th May 2022 04:11
Your Alpaca poem warms my heart!
Mon 24th Jan 2022 02:53
You have such an interesting writing style Adam, and cover so many topics and aspects of life! Keep writing. 😃
Tue 26th Oct 2021 03:20
That poem was written in praise of shopping carts
not to criticize them or point out their failures.
God knows there is enough negativity already.
We should uplift each other and...uplift our shopping carts.
Where would we be without them?
(by the way, where did you come from? Not seen your name
before. Are you a regular or irregular?
Tue 23rd Jun 2020 12:51
Hey Adam sorry to disappoint you but i would like if you could review my other work as well.
And i will admire if you judge truly just like you did with a mighty word.
Mon 15th Jun 2020 23:13
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know. BURNT NORTON
Thank you Adam for your support. Eliot was, and is, right. Poetry is not cut up prose and doesn't enter our minds, hearts and souls by the same route prose takes.
Sat 23rd May 2020 13:27
Hi Adam Glad you liked my Joni poem! I bet you picked up the reference to the Blue album in the middle stanzas.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Fri 15th May 2020 16:39
Hi, Adam,I really enjoyed your excellent comment on 'VE Day, 2020'. And I've considered it a lot. I finally think it was the 'sound element' that dictated the word order, the slight 'mmm' of both words beginning and ending the 'idea', almost like a bracket, kind of a 'thoughtful' sound. 'War'' is a difficult vocallization to start a line. But that order has more 'elegance', I absolutely agree. Not to mention correct grammar.
Fri 24th Apr 2020 20:35
Thank you so much for your comment on my poem! I'm new to the site so really appreciate the support ?
Sun 29th Mar 2020 17:07
At the Graveside - thanks for looking in Adam. ?
Sat 1st Feb 2020 22:53
Thanks for looking in on Wartime Merseyside Adam. Appreciated. P. ?
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sun 3rd Dec 2017 16:05
That quotation of T.S. Elliot is superb.
Dave D Poet Rhumour
Sat 25th Nov 2017 20:53
Hello Adam, thanks for reading and liking 'If It Started This Christmas', much appreciated. Dave
Wed 16th Aug 2017 00:43
Yes I did like The Last Train and I'd be keen to read more of your poetry. There is a wide variety of poetry on this site to enjoy and some of it is even pretty good!
Tue 15th Aug 2017 13:11
Thankyou for 'Liking' my poem ('The Last Train').
I confess that I was wondering whether anybody on this website ever read the poems written and presented by others from outside their usual orbit!
You have re-assuerd me - thankyou.
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