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Stephen W Atkinson

Updated: Sat, 30 Apr 2022 06:26 pm

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Pit Yakker Read a lot Write a bit Hope you enjoy my attempts

Samples

To Bloom Sometimes Life is like the smallest flower Stretching for some sun When all the bigger ones devour All it could become

About some of the poems

The thief of breath & hugs (pt 1) Life during covid 19. Wrote after observing a family waving to an old woman trapped behind a sun dappled window, who, in between blowing kisses, was shaking her fist skyward to some, so it seemed to me, invisible foe! Part 2 Included in WOL's Beyond the storm anthology. Relates to 'poor old Edith' from part 1. Her Last Dance Written after my Grandma passed away. So there's a little bit of my heart tucked away within there somewhere Political Irrigation! Politicians! What else can I say! One thing Brexit proved was that they're all in it for themselves & turn into unruly kids with quivering pet lips when it doesn't go their way! How it should bee...? Looking through old family photos & my own, rose tinted, memories of long walks & picnics in sun soaked fields and sandwiches that tasted like a little bit of heaven ( even though they were probably corned beef & tomato, & hard boiled egg with salad cream !) How free are we? Just a walk down Castle Eden dene brought this one on Your scar Sitting at an under 16's disco on holiday at Cayton Bay back in the early 80's, I was about 11 or 12 & on the table in front was a man with his back to me, sipping whiskey & a girl about my age. She was sobbing uncontrollably & the man kept turning to her & saying things like: stupid...fat...ugly little porker... useless etc. The girl just kept saying, 'Daddy please' over & over. I still get that horrible twisted burning feeling in the pit of my gut when it drifts back into my mind. Not knowing what else to do, I got up & asked her to dance. He just laughed & she told me to F off ( what else could she do). Soon after he got up & walked out & she ran after him & I never saw them again. I know it doesn't sound much, but those 5 or so minutes often come back to twist my gut. That incident & some research into psychological abuse produced this poem. I hope life eventually treated her well. Ethereal Streaming. Erm...not a clue Seven Little Girls. Over my garden fence growing up was a wood, were I spent many a day & night climbing trees & building camps & telling ghost stories with mates, torchlight under chin of course ?? Above The Clouds. Pretty self explanatory! But will we ever reach the awakening? Bed Of Bones. Actually about abuse. The old lothario promising the world then stripping them down to be his possession without ever letting them leave. The Darkness And The Light. After reading about a frail, old man in a care home who passed away, on his own, without being able to see any family for weeks. Head Space. Just came to me while I was lying in the bath listening to a bit of Led Zeppelin! ?. Have no idea why it popped into my head during Stairway to heaven! Cooking Pot! Homelessness feeds homelessness etc. We've all been guilty of averting our eyes & ignoring the plight of our homeless. Myself far too often. Such dreams as stuff are made on... So, I wake up last week, knowing I'd had such a bizarre dream. But all I could remember was golden syrup, dark woods, school friends and a coconut! So, that's where this came from...and who knows, it might be exactly how it developed? Oh come to me! Influenced by the classic b& w adaptation of M R James Whistle and I'll come to you starring Michael Hordern. The Crimson Queen! Just thinking about the wife... ? Nirvana A tale of crippling shyness leading to depression The Old Garden Gate The hopes & naivety of a young lad leaving his village to fight in the 1st world war. A Winter Escape. Fun in the snow A place where mushrooms grow. Took on a (dark) mind of its own. The moral of the story? Never pick mushrooms from strange cavities ...? Starlight. Time, Life, change, love, togetherness. The end Beautiful Friend. A Silhouette in Time. The idea came from a memory of our first home, which was a Victorian terraced built in 1900, complete with original coving, ceiling rose & fireplace etc. On the 1st night I stopped there, while I was fixing it up, I was sat in the armchair, left by the previous owner, having a sly glass (or more likely a can of John Smiths) or 2 in front of the coal fire & for a moment, out the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a door in the middle of a side wall. But when I turned, of course, it was just a solid wall. Anyway, something triggered that memory & this is the result. Nectar The innocence of nature slowly being stripped away & ourselves with it.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Audio entries by Stephen W Atkinson

A Winter Escape (29/12/2021)

A Winter Escape (06/12/2020)

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LEON STOLGARD

Tue 12th Apr 2022 23:39

Thanks Stephen for liking ; Broken down Angel '

d.knape

Sun 9th Jan 2022 05:05

thanks for explaining what a Pit Yakker is.
never would have guessed.

d.knape

Fri 7th Jan 2022 02:50

I've heard of Pitt bulls & Pit Pythons
but never a Pit Yakker!
😃

d.knape

Thu 23rd Dec 2021 03:39

Thank you Stephen.

Old Oak the poem
is about the tree
but incidentally
also about me.
😃

d.knape

Thu 16th Dec 2021 03:20

is that the inside of your washing machine?

use less soap!

😃

d.knape

Wed 15th Dec 2021 18:55

your wife does not have eyes behind her back?
a very rare condition.

(you never did say what that thing is on your web address.)

d.knape

Fri 10th Dec 2021 03:02

I deny knowing me.
?

d.knape

Thu 9th Dec 2021 03:33

kids don't run anymore.
they only watch video games-
too fat to run
and too dumb.

d.knape

Sat 27th Nov 2021 02:31

All in jest Stephen.

By the way,
what is that cloud thing in your photo?
Is that you?

d.knape

Mon 22nd Nov 2021 03:08

You blocked me?
what on earth for?
I know my poems are not that great
but still....
that's going a little too far!
?

d.knape

Sun 21st Nov 2021 02:59

Now that I think about it
what I thought I thought
is not much of
a thought.
?

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keith jeffries

Wed 22nd Sep 2021 22:59

Stephen, you have shrunk. Surely you are not fifty years old, if so what foundation cream are you using?

Keith

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 2nd Sep 2021 17:07

My pleasure. Shooting Star was great.

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The Crescent Moon

Mon 9th Aug 2021 05:55

Hey, thank you for reading and liking my last poem!

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Laura Taylor

Thu 10th Jun 2021 11:00

Thanks very much, Stephen, for taking the time to read and comment on Care. Have tinkered with it a bit now. The industry is a real disgrace eh? It needs nationalising, now.

C Byrne

Wed 17th Mar 2021 16:42

"To Bloom" is great

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diana kaunis

Tue 2nd Mar 2021 02:13

WOW! Just read your poems, and they are amazing!

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Kristian Deidre Brown

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 03:26

Hi, Stephen! Thanks for your welcoming comment on my profile ? I’ve really enjoyed reading through yours! In particular, your segment “About each poem”- learning about where an artist finds their inspiration is one of my very favorite things! Your concepts are thought provoking and nostalgic. Looking forward to reading more of your pieces!

Kristian ?

d.knape

Wed 20th Jan 2021 03:57

I agree.
the W give you more gravitas.
sounds like you are really important.
so keep using it.

d.knape

Thu 14th Jan 2021 04:36

Thanks for the comment Stephen W Atkinson
without a period after the W
what happened to it?
did someone steal your period?
and what is that in the window behind you
a soccer field
a cemetery?

d.knape

Sat 9th Jan 2021 00:35

Thanks for your long and interesting comment
Stephen W. Atkinson.
Next time, be more brief!

hahaha

A Christ

Wed 25th Nov 2020 16:48

To Bloom

Sometimes
Life is like the smallest flower
Stretching for some sun
When all the bigger ones devour
All it could become

I loved this!

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Tommy Carroll

Tue 3rd Nov 2020 20:13

Cheers Stephen for your liking of my “New Worlds Collide “
Tommy ?

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keith jeffries

Thu 29th Oct 2020 10:41

Stephen,

Thank you for replying to my query about the books you read. I am like you in that I am also a very slow reader. I enjoy absorbing the content of the book, its vocabulary and style of writing and not merely the story itself. I often have two or three books on the go at any one time. D H Lawrence and Carlos Ruiz Zafon are two of my favourite authors.

Thanks again
Keith

d.knape

Wed 21st Oct 2020 03:53

thanks for visiting,
next time help yourself to a beer
in the fridge.
?

d.knape

Thu 8th Oct 2020 03:52

Atmospheric?

I guess that means I'm under a lot of pressure!

?

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Greg Freeman

Mon 28th Sep 2020 10:05

Fascinated by your Profile poem, 'Aye, Wingate', Stephen, and the revelation that a little part of your village was taken and rebuilt at Beamish, the museum close to the Angel of the North, which I visited recently. I found Beamish very interesting, but also a somewhat eerie, spooky place - a place deserving a poem or two of its own.

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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 18th Sep 2020 10:25

Thank you Vautaw. Looking forward to reading your stuff too!

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Fri 18th Sep 2020 06:23

Welcome to WOL Stephen. I’m looking forward to reading your poetry. Write on!

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