Thu 4th Feb 2010 21:10
Comment is about bath time (blog)
Original item by Ann Foxglove
Paul F Blackburn
Thu 4th Feb 2010 20:04
“You a count?” He said it loud and bluntly, oh, and with out the 'o'.
“No!” I shouted back affronted, “I’m a dick, a private dick. The names Art Count, private eye.”
I was always getting shit like this from clever, sarcastic coppers who thought they’d seen it all and should have known better. Although, to be honest, this fat, sweaty, middle-aged DI looked like he’d seen it all and then some. His eyes were as dead as my last farts and his big, stupid flat-feet seemed to contain his brains from the way he kept consulting them.
My client started crying. She was an attractive woman, successful burlesque dancer, a craze that seemed to be sweeping the country, and if I say she was six-five and built like the proverbial … ten high-court judges wouldn’t find me guilty of perjury.
The cop handed me the photo of the wide-open eye of the corpse.
“That’s a big help!” I gave him the full Count stare.
“She was alive when that was taken.” he snarled. To him I wasn’t worth the effort of civility and my client looked slightly shocked at his attitude.
“Mr Count is my representative, and I want you to tell him everything you know about my sisters death.” she breathily demanded, surprising both me and the dope who would make Neanderthals seem a bunch of Stephen Frys.
“I’m sorry miss,” he tried to sound sincere, “but we’ve nothing to go on.”
Typical, reminded me of my last case when they couldn’t find a murderer with an orange for a head, I found him of course, working in a Fish market.
“There has to be something…”
But he just gave his dandruff a bit of an outing with a cursory shake.
“Come on babe, there’s nothing more to be done here!” She smacked me across the head and said “Don’t call me babe!”.
I scraped myself off the floor and followed her outside and over the road to a coffee shop where she ordered and I paid.
“There is something,” she said purposefully, passing a photograph of the Eiffel tower across to me, “I found this in her hand bag.”
I looked at the picture. “Paris, uh?” I was really quick on the uptake. Turning it over I discovered some notes….
It was 38 minutes past 10 of the clock, French time, and I was stood at the bottom of a gleaming silver escalator at Charle De Gaulle, when it struck me.
“Zoot alors!” I muttered to myself in a perfect French accent. What, I reasoned, would a north country girl be doing in Paris?
It was the pigeon that told me. Well, obviously not told me, but made me think. I’d felt oddly moved when I’d seen it on that windowsill and I’d been edgy ever since. It came to me in a flash, it wasn’t Paris you idiot but Blackpool. What a fool I’d been.
Still, as I was in Paris, and the client was paying, I thought I might as well enjoy myself and hit the town.
To be continued
Comment is about Come on in and have some fun! (article)
Thu 4th Feb 2010 17:27
Loved this poem's message,especially the first line,
"If my mind worked like your mind,where is the joy in that?".
Well observed sentiments!
Comment is about To Fellow Poets (blog)
Original item by Cynthia Buell Thomas
Marianne Louise Daniels
Thu 4th Feb 2010 15:12
Hi Cynthia, just a little note to say thank you for your comments.
Comment is about Cynthia Buell Thomas (poet profile)
Thu 4th Feb 2010 13:49
Hi there john. Very intersesting.xxx
Comment is about Martin (blog)
Original item by John Aikman
Thu 4th Feb 2010 12:43
Hi, thanks for your comment on 'fourteen years'.
I have to add that i really enjoyed reading 'the balloon'. It reminded me of my kids and fun times! x
Comment is about Rachel McGladdery (poet profile)
Original item by Rachel McGladdery
Thu 4th Feb 2010 12:30
Your message is not so different to my 'What's it all about?' - just a little less cynical maybe....
Comment is about Roses Are Red (blog)
Original item by Dave Dunn
Thu 4th Feb 2010 12:29
Hello Dave - thanks for paying me a visit. Yes - I would agree with you that religions probably do more good than ill and like you I am a humanist. Just wanted to write a poem looking at exactly what divides us in life and that is what came out - powerful stuff... I wish you a speedy recovery from your operation and also happiness in your new home. xx
Comment is about Dave Dunn (poet profile)
Patricia and Stefan Wilde
Thu 4th Feb 2010 11:37
Good morning Kealan.No mention of Russian missile imports in your comments,or possible kick-off of third world war? Respect to your views nevertheless.Just a figurehead,not the whole ship type poem.There was the Monroe enigma too.Shame we could,nt keep the old cars running here,like they do in Cuba-these modern cars are untouchable when anything goes wrong-then its big wallet time!-Stef.
Comment is about Kealan Coady (poet profile)
Original item by Kealan Coady
Thu 4th Feb 2010 11:18
Good fucking morning Rachel.Thanks a fucking lot for the fucking com-fucking-ments!You slay me!Thank the Saints for peeps like you! enjoy your day chuck.-Stefanxx
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:51
Hiya David, I loved reading your samples and adored 'Visiting' in particular. I quite honestly can't get the
'were ponderous chunks
of granite, notched
carelessly for fingers'
line out of my head. Beautiful.
Can I have your head when you've finished with it please?
Comment is about David Cooke (poet profile)
Original item by David Cooke
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:45
A look at Valentines day from a strange angle this Dermot. Looks different doesnt it. Not for traditionalists but strangely interesting. Win
Comment is about Hearts and flowers and shit (blog)
Original item by Dermot Glennon
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:44
I don't often do txt spk but sometimes only PMSL will do!I loved this!
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:42
Hi Dermot... Loved this. You have encapsulated the inbetween world where people dont fit, a broken and frozen morning skillfully described in this piece. Is Britain broken? I think bits of it have always been broken (And have been in a worse state than they are now) Can we mend it? Probably not, just rearange the broken pieces to look different. win
Comment is about Smashed fragments huddled for warmth (blog)
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:38
Thanks for the comment on 'For You', I know, it makes me so sad that they grow up so fast....I watched a programme on telly once, years ago about putting children in tupperware to keep em fresh....hmmm maybe a pretty Cath Kidson one? ;)
Comment is about Isobel (poet profile)
Original item by Isobel
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:24
Yes, Tony to both poems.
Comment is about A couple of poems for Haiti (blog)
Original item by Tony Stringfellow
Another for the illustated book!I can see it so clearly. I totally related to the feeling a little vanilla compared to the exotic Jessie, lovely poem!
Comment is about JESSIE (blog)
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:22
Very good Ann.
Comment is about The Candle Game (blog)
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:17
I loved this too. it felt very real and warm, bet I could beat the amount of different sorts of mug though! :)
Comment is about fourteen years (blog)
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:16
Bleak but strangely pretty. I really liked the 'one a penny..ten a penny'bit and just thought the entire poem was incredibly evocative. Fantastic.
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:12
time flies within a tear.
paris dies with a flapping of a pidgeons wing
That is chaos theory.
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:04
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:03
i have no idea what's goin on here but the wording is good and strange, makes an interesting read.
Comment is about lone wolf (blog)
Original item by Banksy
Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:01
kennedy had it comin, thats what ya get for invading the blissful land of communist cuba, long live castro and may he be an example of what a man can aspire to.
Comment is about Remembering the 35th (blog)
Thu 4th Feb 2010 09:58
good rythm and the repitition of the yawning sky works well to keep the stanza'a open to each other.
Thu 4th Feb 2010 09:37
Hi, thanks for your comment on 'fourteen years'. I have to say tho i have never painted my front door that much lol x
Comment is about Ann Foxglove (poet profile)
Dave D Poet Rhumour
Thu 4th Feb 2010 09:27
What's it all about is a great introduction to your thinking - I'm inclined to respect all true religions as each are seeking a path that ought to benefit their communities. I remain a humanist myself though, so brotherly love is something I like to encourage in the interests of all. Best wishes, Dave
Thu 4th Feb 2010 08:13
Lovely poem and a nice idea. God, you have painted your front door a lot! ;-) xxxx
Thu 4th Feb 2010 05:21
Thanks for your comment on 'fourteen years'. Glad you liked it!
Comment is about Emma Robinson (poet profile)
Original item by Emma Robinson
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 23:46
Clever poem Steve.Liked it a lot,but according to your poets image,I must tell you-watch out for low door frames!Cheers-Stefan.
Comment is about A Day At The Beach (blog)
Original item by Steven Kenny
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 23:38
Lest we forget to remember.Nice piece Chris.ta-Stefan.
Comment is about G'day Fromelles (blog)
Original item by Christopher Dawson
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 23:36
Rock on all Grand-parents eh, Dorinda! and all those adorable little monkeys! I could not fail to like this poem.Thanks-Stefan.
Comment is about A Little Touch of Heaven (blog)
Original item by Dorinda MacDowell
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 23:30
Aw Kath!no mention of bedroom shenanigans!good poem nevertheless-thanks-Stef.
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 23:22
Evening Emma-Ta for F/time commentsI,m sure you will enjoy your time on here-best regards-Stef.
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 23:09
I love this one Kathryn, it's my favourite one of yours I've read, think it captures what's behind the stuff in a relatioship, ace! :)
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 21:41
I like it too. I can't help preferring rhythm and rhyme. Also I can understand it (which I can't always with some of the more oblique poems).
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 21:04
Very glittery and colourful poem.
The young element just dances out of this. Lovely.
Comment is about Ancient City (blog)
Original item by Cat P
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 21:01
I like the switches between stanzas, then and now. Good rhyming too i think.
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 20:38
Soft and gentle?
actually i prefer Sure :-)
Only joking, new year, new look.
Might try a different one but still smiling. Thanks.xx
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 19:24
My smile sweet enough for you Dave?
Sweet little seasonal poem.
ps. note my new email address. I can't receive from the one you have. :-)
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 19:01
edited the first version :)
Comment is about the sign.... (blog)
Original item by JEFF.W
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 18:22
Hi Gus - thanks for commenting on Botany. I didn't really want to say microscope so much as magnifying glass but it didn't fit! I wanted to describe a sort of Victorian botanist identifying the flower. What else could he use? A note pad maybe?
Comment is about Gus Jonsson (poet profile)
Original item by Gus Jonsson
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 18:14
I like this .... I like it enough to suggest that you replace the word micrscope....it's an ugly word clangs rather than rings... just my opinion a delightful poem nonetheless
Comment is about Botany (blog)
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 18:08
Glad u liked A Thousand Oceans Andy
Despite it's title and references to all things undulating... the subject matter is illicit sexual lust.... What have you bin doin on the sea front at Blackpool mmmmm
Comment is about Andy N (poet profile)
Original item by Andy N
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 18:05
Ya little tinker.... you only have to ask..God I can feel my sap risin as I speak...
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 18:04
Thank you so much for your comments Ladies... and of course yer good self Andy... The poem is better performed.. I'll record an audio soon.
Comment is about A Thousand Oceans (blog)
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 17:52
Hi Ann - a really good poem - something special this one.
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 16:46
Nice to see another Rhythm 'n' Rhymer, Dorinda.
(You're not the only one in the world to "enjoy" the Festive Domestic Season!)
Comment is about Dorinda MacDowell (poet profile)
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 14:31
I'm not seeing too much of a change in tone! Love it Gus - no-one does sex quite like you - so to speak... You must have had a lot of practise! I perhaps need to get my 'Ode less Travelled' book out and swat up! xx
ps I like the pirate imagery in here - the idea that we steal from each other - original and probably true.
Wed 3rd Feb 2010 10:00
Lovely play on the theme Steven.
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