I've been on WriteOutLoud since 2009. I mostly write about human relationships and try to imagine what other people might be thinking. I do it for my own amusement, really. I love mulling over titles and phrases throughout my day. It also helps me sleep. The creative process fascinates me. I’d love to sit down with each person on here and learn about where they get their ideas, what satisfaction they derive from a poem, how they know when one is finished and even what pen/tools they use to write. England, UK.
Poems are my photographs my diary my inner monologue poems are my measurement my record the fingerprints of emotions invisible no more Poems are my expression the sum of interactions they show my working out Poems are the breath of lost lovers against my neck Poems are the kisses for my family and my friends the hugs I seldom give And your poems... your poems keep me company a little light calling to my lost ship I sip my tea and slip into your mind...
Can You Hear The People Sing?
They dwell in strange rooms the murky recesses of affordability barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks chair pushed up against the door flakes of lives flung everywhere a curtain, a quilt – who can really say? A bare bulb hangs in an open window no shade inside from day or night Still lives go on; the rudimentary, ramshackle, clutching at homeliness the need for shelter unites us all a hotel, a shed – who can really say? In bleak electric heat, so many sing it’s a different song all sing a different song Some higher, happier some lower, more desperate than mine flowing on through these days and nights a verse, a chorus – who can really say? The lawless, surging, movement of cars the self-possessed trains below the buildings so many pairs of eyes journeying on the things they’ve seen, things they still see those minds, all varied, wrapped in their own stories a tragedy, a fairytale – who can really say? Market stalls, street-sellers in threading gloves the inside world spills out, a necessity pavements become malls dressed in winter veils motorbikes slip ghost-like in and out of sight drunks stumble in high-spirits from bar to bar a wall, a urinal – who can really say? In tall towers, in basement bunkers so many singing their different songs some sing of the joy of things some sing only of the difficulty the tunes flow through this city’s veins a love song, a death’s lament – who can really say? But can you? can you hear the people sing? the miserable, the quietly ecstatic can you hear the people sing?
High Tide, Low Life
You paint yourself blue, always blue this letter brings me down perched upon a rusty trailer paint peels over my shoulder I've been drinking since the boats were rested on the muddy estuary bed It's high tide, low life high tide, low life I won't stop my reaching out if there's any way to help, I'll find it you're so slow to take my hand scratching at your skin for answers I don't have any good advice I do what I can to just keep living right I'll listen if you'll let me you know; my love is not the enemy It can't be this way forever it won't always be like this It's high tide, low life high tide, low life You say you only paint when you get blue and I suppose that's just the way the sea feels You paint yourself blue always blue I guess that's just the way the sea feels...
I have lassoed up all my best poems in two paperback collections. Each book contains between 70-80 poems written between 2003 and 2020. Both are available from Amazon worldwide using the links below: The Ship-wrecker's Lamp: Recent Poems [Released December 2020]: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B08N5PRC85/ref=ox_sc_act_title_1?smid=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&psc=1 One of These Years: Selected Poems [Released December 2019]: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-These-Years-Selected-Poems/dp/B084DGKFSH/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Looking Out (15/07/2021)
The Window Box (07/05/2021)
The Distant Lifeboat (28/04/2021)
Beds, Hearts and Books (26/04/2021)
In Real Life (24/04/2021)
Old Poem (31/01/2021)
The Lighthouse Keeper's Song (01/11/2020)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/tom
Renee By A Thread (05/05/2020)
Born To Muse (08/11/2019)
Pocketful of Rain (10/06/2018)
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