My jottings and scribbles have been seen or heard in and around London for the last couple of years where I've enjoyed so many performers, particularly heavyweights like Harrold, Hegley, Dunthorne and Sissay and all things Apples & Snakes along the way. I am also a musician and often use music as a filler. Particularly the Melodica. Currently Poet-in-Residence at a telephone box in Battersea, south London. Recent site-specific free verse poems include- 'Hang on a sec mum, there's an ambulance passing' and 'Hi Sarah, I'm on the bus, traffic's horrendous' and from the epic tradition 'Bloody telephone boxes!'. nb. I have used the 'f word' once in the poems below.
Ode To The Modern Traveller Europe? Yeah done that. India? Yeah done that. South America. Yeah done it. Australia/New Zealand. Yeah, yeah, done it. Dunnet Head? No, where's that? ________________________________________________ My First Fuck She was my English Teacher I was just Thirteen. I was polite and softly spoken I think she liked me. Because she had a contempt for foul language. One day, after school She gave me a lift in her car As I tried to click the seatbelt in I caught my finger and, well, 'aaaargh'. I yelled 'fuck' very loudly To manage the pain. This one word expression meant It would never be the same. She screamed "Get out Get out of my car You foul mouthed little boy. Get out!" ___________________________________________________ God It appears you don't appear But like the No 14 bus on Sundays I'll wait for you Just in case you do. _____________________________________________________ Island Hopping A size 9 canvas plimsoll Laced with something stronger 'neath the flapping windsock Behind the station concourse 'twixt the flank of busy lime green coaches Beside the esplanade quiet Buffetted by the Solent westerly Clinging to the paved kerb camber Patiently awaiting The No 9 Southern Vectis Ready to hop on. (The Isle Of Wight bus network Southern Vectis had the great idea for islanders - and, I'm guessing, visiting Londoners too! - to post poems related to a particular bus stop. The above was for the stop in Ryde beside the pier.) __________________________________ Swoop The Highway Code in Rhyl Is overlooked And lovers Of the over-cooked Bend Should descend On Rhyl. One Nil to the Lexus! The honourable roadkill It’s animal pelt Poulticed to the radiator grille ‘That’s just the way it is. Some things will never change’- Sings the sales rep Speeding to Bruce Hornsby & The Range. Imagines the fender: A bonnet caked in mange. The nearest thing to ‘company’ He’ll get. In his company car. A kestrel coasts on thermals Between Clywd clouds And road-flanked Poplars Waiting to swoop A Lexus Refusing to move down A gear. Caught out Takes the corner at forty. Careers. Slides. Then plunges. A huge descent … Overturned. Crushed.At the foot of the cliffs. Silent and static Save a heavenwards pair of offside spinning hubcaps And Magic FM still Playing: “That’s just the way it is. Some things will never change”. A kestrel coasts on thermals Between Clywd clouds And road-flanked Poplars Waiting to swoop Waiting to swoop Waiting to swoop On Rhyl. The Highway Code in Rhyl Is overlooked And lovers Of the over-cooked Bend Should descend on Rhyl. nb. The Earls Court Samaritans bookshop have 'themed' poetry. This month was 'swoop'. __________________ All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
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