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John Turner

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Born and raised in Liverpool. Moved to Burnley. Moved back to Liverpool. Moved to Rugby. Turned 30 Oct 09. Mid-life crisis meltdown since I was around 21. 30 sort of compounded it. A few friends but not really on my wavelength. Wish they were or that I was with theirs. The rest are just chaff: mere acquaintances. (9-5) I appear to exist but the jury's still deliberating. Bring in the petri dish and you can cultivate me into a better sort of toad. Always looking at the power of expression and how far it can reach the hearts of others, as well as how ineffective it can be. Teacher. Teach the teacher for he realises the limits of his own minature pearls of wisdom. Plato or Seneca he ain't. A composer of many diatribes. One day he will find peace. Maybe. Likely not.

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_____________ 3/11/10 _____________ I remember the blue screen Though it was curdled with cancer, it was exotic The first time for me was Embassy She was thick on the lungs and full-figured The event took place at the stairwell of the nursing home I was not yet sixteen; she was just out of the packet During my sissy period there was Silk Cut And I remember the adverts, before the ASA interfered I remember Russ Abbot and those cigars And I remember how every cigar I’ve ever had, including Cuban has been as foul as the one before On the count of remembering things, I remember there used to be a time When there was no such thing as a ‘friend request’ from somebody a) you barely know b) you barely like c) is a ‘mutual friend’ of somebody you barely know and barely like And I remember a time when the lines on my face weren’t so deep And I remember a time when the lines of my face weren’t on my face And I remember the scene where Sharon Stone crosses her legs And inhales on the little white stick seductively Now please, please don’t bother me with your own nostalgia Because this is a selfish exercise for me; it is my time not yours We may share similar experiences, or you may never have smoked One of us may have cancer (I don't care who) In conclusion: Do not like or dislike these words I have strung together How about ambivalence? There is a blue screen waiting to happen On the counter there is a cigarette Light it, smoke it… And stop worrying about tomorrow Nor care about the past. ___________ Left Overs ___________ There are crumbs on the side of your mouth You never told me your appetite was back I thought you were sick and bedridden Who bought the meal? Not you, I suspect. Oh by the way, did I forget to mention? I was going to take you to Skylon in London Because there was an offer on in the paper; included free champagne Perhaps my cheapness is a novelty Why not rub it into your gums as one does cocaine? I guarantee the thrill will be short-lived. When you’re ‘making love’ to another man Do you finger count the lovers you’ve had... then run out of hands? Before you stick your finger up his arse Now that happened once, but I didn’t like it She was the thirty-four year old pervert Who stole my virginity. When I’m window shopping, sometimes I catch sight of the reflection I refuse to recognise I don’t like him I think he’s out to get me I think he’ll stick the knife in Because he's sure it’s better that I die Than to suffer for my ‘art.’ I drew her carelessly I drew her with thought She was my blue period, my comedown From the high that was too short. Is every poem wrapped up in the scent of a woman? Is every war the cause of man? Never mind, just remove your vicious master plan to overthrow and leave me for dead. And endlessly, more words are said (like these ones you’re reading now) Speaking into the corners of blank spaces Whispering into strangers’ ears Only for those same said strangers to turn away Or to congratulate because they relate to the sorts of words you’re reading now... What good is that? Once more, I doubt it matters Whether there be crumbs or dust Or whether there be l()ve. ___________ The Seedling (beta version) ___________ S/he isn't weathered yet The blood still dashes to her lips; then blushes Neither needs application Like the tarts do before they entangle men; lose a bet of who gets the best looking one. Make do. I need no lipstick collar I shall not utter chat-up line nor holler like the men-slags do before they're entangled by the roving arms of those tarts. S/he is but a seedling S/he is not weathered yet S/he is freshest and s/he is sweetest S/he is adorably naive When the monsters play When they drink and shag their lives away Here sit I, as good as condemning these words to pages which decay As soon as a real life task comes along: Wash up, clear off, or pay. The seedling; s/he is just a thought A vision of something that does not wither S/he shall not bleed For I have instructed it to be so then it shall be. Yes Here is the broken pottery the empty vessels whose carved-out interiors allows them to echo the loudest Here is the vomit of a chat-up line and the seedling planted from a one night stand. Yes And s/he will develop S/he will grow and follow by example. She is as dangerous as Artemis Do not admire her bare beauty He is the flower named Narcissus You think the seedling is his but how could it be? When his sideward glance was caused only by the breeze. He'd fuck you then leave... only if you're lucky. You are the seedling, child You are above thirty but less than that barren age When a woman loses her right Given that men steal most of them anyway You are the seedling, you are but the imagination of this combination of fingers and a semi-prying mind (a subhuman kind) You are the second thought, the youthful one Where the first thought is birth You are planted in the softest earth before your roots are torn and cursed by the breath of the close-up one admiring your dainty spade-like leaves He's been drinking again He will pluck you bare, behold! Seedling, there is no summer to sustain you You are here but you do not grow You are nothing more than a stagnant vision to be dismembered with the rest. You are brown and dotted with disease You are worms or less than these You are the potted plant; the indigent pest and I am your creator. ___________ Continuity ___________ That red apple on the table on the stage has somehow turned green I wonder if they'll notice or care Painted and glazed by a stagehand who offered her services for free Now that's what I call creative integrity But even she did not note the change. Why not? Two poor players fret their hours as the candles burn (metaphorically?) But despite solilquy after soliloquy nothing is gained No understanding No crisis resolution and when one Poor Player forgets his lines and is fed the topic sentence from a voice in the wings the fourth wall loses vigor The apple was green was not red So to the utterances, to the dried flowers by the headstone that will rest above your head there need be no confession or revelation Nor climax for those watching who haven't had the courtesy to notice that that apple was not red Oh, you critics Oh spectators Why must you take it so damn seriously? When essentially, and we know it: Art is weak; is powerless and God is dead. (?) _______ Magick _______ Not with the C but the K And if not, would it matter? So the meaning is: 'to cause a change' Do you think you can deal with that? Has there been magick in your life? Was there magick when you told your first lie? The first syllable was the card trick, si? The middle syllable was the double lift, oui? The last syllable was their gasps... because you successfully fooled them But that was magic with a C not magick with a K We must not confuse the difference Now repeat: Not the C but the K No, what you did was merely lie Like poor Eve did; the victim She deceived and has been paying for it ever since I've heard it's why men beat women I've heard it was the making of Andrea DworCin She wrote ChiCCen Soup for the Soul She suggested the drowning of men in hot soup (with krutons) She suggested it was theraputic Or am I misleading you? Not the C but the K So, you devious one You klever one with your props Make a change Make time stop Go ahead and do it Like the red light or dot, if you will When the fools stop When what they should do is KrAsH For a Krash is preferable to slow demise Plus I prefer the onomatopoeiaK solution Not the C but the K You know, this language we poets use to entice Like the way cats are drawn to mice These linguistic toys with which we play MuChas graCias, s'il vous plait Not the C but the K... I think it's all bullshit Not magick at all And your response, oh enigmatic one? Ah ha, you respond with a riddle! Like so many poets do Just as magicians hide gimmiKKs up their sleeves And there is no change And there is no one who believes And there is no truthful way. Not the C. Not the K. ______ 5-7-5. ______ A mountain hill top Beware: more comparisons Will silence not do? _______

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Janet Ramsden

Tue 2nd Nov 2010 21:53

Hi, just here to let you know i've removed some of my older comments on your profile as they are back in the spotlight since you updated it. Hope you are well ;-)

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John Togher

Tue 13th Apr 2010 22:25

Hiya John, yes, that is my email below. Get in touch and we'll work something out.

Pete Crompton

Sat 3rd Apr 2010 15:47

John, try leavin a message on his profile, im sure his email was 'woodenhorse@tiscali.co.uk'
hoping all is well with you, been too long

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hanah hewes

Wed 24th Feb 2010 00:20

Just thought I'd comment to say I read your poetry and thoroughly enjoyed it! Especially The Seedling and Letting Go of the Lotus Flower. Thanks for sharing!

Pete Crompton

Sat 20th Feb 2010 18:51

John, looking forward to getting a slot for you at one of the Tudors Acoustic Nights, I shall contact John Togher. Yes, would love to download your new 12 piece collection.
hoping we can meet at a gig soon

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John Turner

Wed 17th Feb 2010 12:44

Also, I wouldn't necessarily bear in mind your suggestions for how I should view the work, as such an exercise is very much down to the critic and reader. :)

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John Turner

Wed 17th Feb 2010 12:43

Personally, I feel that iambic pentameter is a little outmoded anyway. Really, the final version of your poem, and the placement of everything, is down to you. I'm afraid I don't have enough time to do something indepth due to me being a busy f/t teacher. These dropped-in comments during breaks allow me a few moments but something larger would be a different thing altogether.

Janet Ramsden

Tue 16th Feb 2010 11:08

Hi John, thanks for looking at and commenting on my 'Metal Tiger Roars in' poem, and from a different angle too.
Although i don't take kindly to abrupt, harsh critique, i do appreciate and value the considered approach and comment on the structure and technical merits. I've only very recently started to practice with meter based on Stephen Fry's book i have to add. Most of my poetry is written after quiet meditation so i feel it is more spiritually guided. Even that appears flawed because the human element naturally takes over when writing the piece.

I see what you mean about the ending of the poem. I believe that even a tiger would have some vulnerability when injured, literally or in the metaphorical sense. :-)

Thanks again, I needed a comment like yours to spur me on. I worked hard on it and it's the longest piece i've ever written so good to know it didn't go lame.

Janet.x
ps. I like your bio, i can relate to some of it.

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winston plowes

Sat 13th Feb 2010 23:55

Hi John... Glad you liked H#4. I may well deploy it as you suggest. Win.

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winston plowes

Sun 7th Feb 2010 22:47

John... Just read again 'the seedling' in your samples. Some fantastic tracts in this one. Win

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John Turner

Sun 17th Jan 2010 11:03

Yeah, that's fine. I feel 'nowt' detracts from the power of the poem but as with all assessments, mine is as subjective (and as faulty) as the next person's.

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chris stevenson

Sun 17th Jan 2010 10:37

..thanks for the comment John...yes, I wrote it very quickly and so won't be changing any words (including 'nowt')..if you look at chris co's comment he advised lots of edits which I don't understand...you can't edit a sudden verbal outburst, so why this?..having said that I am re-assessing stuff I wrote in my 20s...but I wasn't so concerned with life's mistakes and errors then..!

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Winston (Admin)

Mon 11th Jan 2010 18:40

Hi John. Keep looking, keep blogging and we will keep reading.
Winston

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John Turner

Mon 11th Jan 2010 11:57

In the preview section on this site, the poem shows in a different format than what is actually published. I shortened 'your' to 'ur' so that the sentence fitted on the correct line. That said, I bet e.e. cummings (no caps needed) would probably be well into text spk, not to mention ur instead of your. So I'm allowed too! As regards whether this poem would work more as a blog, I disagree - my style of verse is often conversational and short on the usual poetic gestures. It's just how I tend to write. I suppose the more laboured ones will come across more immediately as 'poetic.' Many thanks for your comments. I will check out your work soon.

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 11th Jan 2010 09:47

Hi John. I didn't notice any cliches in Left Over. Maybe this poemwould make a good blogg? Somehow it seemed hard to comment on the one you chose as it seemed more of a statement. Is "ur vicious" etc right or should it be "your"? Anyway, good poem I thought. And welcome too.

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John Turner

Sun 10th Jan 2010 22:02

Hey. I'm not quite sure of the cliches you're speaking of but I will take another look. I composed the poem in about ten minutes and so perfection wasn't expected. I'll give it a re-edit at some point. Thanks for your comments.

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 10th Jan 2010 21:58

Hello John. WOL can't find friends for you but you'll certainly get some honest comments about the work you post up. There are some great lines in Left Over. Drop a few of the cliches and concentrate on your own strong words. Oh and welcome of course.

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