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Richard Brooks

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Last blog entry: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 11:57:59 am

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Biography

Richard Is a teenager in his twenties, studying tv and radio at Salford University. He has always had a love for writing short stories and films and his interest in Bob Dylan and more surreal storylines led him into the world of poetry. He was searching his family tree to see if he came from a parallel world when he stumbled across this website!

Influences vary quite alot from blues and folk music, Jim Morrison, The Smiths, Oscar Wilde, and Metaphysical poets. My interest in writing poetry came from my love of music so I don't consider myself to be a Poetry Scholar just yet! Everyone and everything is an influence.

You'll find some of my poetry quite dark, some surreal, some comedic and others Romantic. I just like to write what ever I'm feeling at the time, which I guess is probobly the same for everyone who has dared call themself a poet!

Samples

The Poet and His Muse

A poet walks across the shore,
Shoeless, reciting a song
The beach is empty, the sea
Crashing against the rocks,
Washes up a beautiful woman
She’s naked
Golden hair, white skin,
An English rose
He hair covers her soft breasts
He gives her mouth to mouth
She coughs, chokes,
Sea water leaves her lungs.
She gasps and falls into his arms.
Angel eyes look into his,
His hands run down her face.

They kiss.

For a second time.

They make love.

Finally.

The poet opens up a crumpled piece of paper,
He rests it on her breasts,
He writes her a poem,
A masterpiece,
His finest yet,
The poet has met his muse

Finally.

On the beach they live,
Time has stopped for them.
They feed on what they catch,
Their loneliness is bliss.
They are the only two people in the world.
Life loves them,
They love life.

Magnificent moon,
Secret sun,
Curious clouds,
Omnipotent oxygen,
Pure potency,
Virility her virtue.
Sex is sacred,
Another climax, he needs her neck,
It’s perfect.

Months pass,
Still she doesn’t know his name,
Neither does he,
Amnesia stole it
And his past.
His future lies in her fertile soul.
And her womb.
She bathes him in the calm sea,
Under the skies watchful eye,
He is baptised,

The Poet.

Finally.


Lizard King

Last night I shared a bottle of whiskey with Jim Morrison

he brought acid to the table

we may have been surrounded by indians

his soul jumped into mine

I had a vision of an ancient burial ground

I saw chaeos

He showed me a planet

"They have yet to find this" he said

He called it "Intemperance"

"We bring no wealth here" He said

"Wealth is good for one thing only. Dissipation."

He introduced me to a world of impurity

Events of debauchery

Women sacrificing their chastity

We danced around

with creatures

half human

half inhuman

I witnessed his death

I couldn't watch

He gave me a watch

it had a snakeskin strap

He said "It will give you any time you wish"

another room

faces

the faces stared

They said "Nothing is what it seems. The bus is waiting."

My watch said it wasn't time

The bus crashed into me

He said "It is impossible to live in a world in which I cannot breathe"

I told him he was alive

Another room

naked women

sexually entertained

they saw to my every wim

they saw to his every wim

We stopped at the morrison hotel

its walls adorned with the painting he could not get out of his mind

Napolian in exile

A serpent at the desk

Told me he was my eternal friend

I had a vision of a vast dessert

Ruled by a lizard who would be king

gentle screams of passion

souls over indulging in vices

A staircase

made of a a material not known to man

Guards at the top

dancing around on payote

a poem by William Blake

The door has been opened

The end



Memories

A large room
immaculately clean
a single chair
an imprint of someone who used to sit there



The empty book case
still the faint musky smell of old pages
a loose bracket with a screw missing
the unstained patch on the wall
where a framed photo once glistened



Flowered curtains stained by cigarrette smoke
the room is silent, quiet
you can hear the faint memory of unconditional laughter
impressions on the carpet from where the table once stood
nostalgic rings decorate the oak wood



A cleared room
still keeps it possessions
a cleared room
still has its memories intact
a cleared room
never empty with platonic love written on the walls
invisible hand prints from when the child first crawled



I wonder who will live here next?
what colourful memories will they paint?
what music and sounds will fill the silence?
one last look, gently close its soft cotton eye-lids


Welcome to the city part2

Welcome to the city
city of angels
of demons
of men and women
rapists,
killers,
con artists,
scheming fraudsters and intelligent drug dealers
they all share a secret
they were once innocent
as was the city
before its beauty was discoloured
her purity stolen by thieves of the night


I want to see the city in all its grace
in her naked form
showing all
stripped of its costume
theres beauty in her madness
like a lady killer in a white virgin dress and perfect breasts

you would give up your soul for her
to make love to her
and the city
there's lust hidden under her dress
tucked away inside her gorgeous gates
you want to plant your sultry seed in the palace and watch your love child grow
but the city is a whore
and her child a bastard
the city has pointless acts
like constantly running at a brick wall with your forehead in the hope you will smash through
the straight jacket inflicts emotional self harm
her streets and its dwellers
the homeless man was once considered a child genious
his broken home broke the fragments of his soul
he found his calling beside the cigarretes in his local offl licence


Can you distinguish between the smells of a quiet night and a night of restless ruin?
wander her streets alone with your eyes closed
see her trueness underneath the night sky
the day quietly tucks away the truth under the curtains of her stage
at night the stage comes alive
a theatre for the insane
do you know the script?


scene 1
a prostitute falls in love with the night

scene 2
the night is unfaithful


scene 3
rescue the damsel in distress


Intermission
refreshments are available behind the door with a secret knock
smell of sex in its toilets
vomit on its dance floor
a playground for the nymphos
outside the smell of stale urine
the clubber leaves her mini skirt in the alleyay and leaves for school


Behind the city's cleansed walls lies the plot of a holy war
their own streets will become the battle field
defensless in battle
her own soldiers waging war
mutiny amongst the ranks


The memory of a lost child looms like the black death
people leave
people return
buildings stand like giants
frowning at the machines who destroy the earths shield
the doting mother sees her children to the school gates
leaving for her part time job, her body pays the bills
her sex puts food on the table
who are her heroes? who are her villains?
you have seen the beauty of its art
the architecture that touches you as you walk past
you have seen the used condom lying next to the take away carton

you have seen the blood stains from last nights arrest
you have seen the true britishness of the taxi driver helping the old lady to her front door
you have seen her attacked by her own people

restless city run from your captors and reclaim your territory
bathe in your beauty

the streets are yours to own
do not allow the straight jacket and padded walls to cause you harm
lie beside freedom, faithful freedom, lie with her in your untouched corners





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

Last blog entry

Repetition

Posted on Wednesday 10th September 2008 12:57 pm

I'm sick to death of repetition
show me something new
I need chaeos and disorder
I'm sick to death of ...

 

What excitement the world ending brings
Like the alternative ending of a film
The world waits for anarchy
She thrives on dis-equilibrium

 

This life is like a waltzer at a fairground
nauseating and repetitive
Let me off, I want to get of,
nauseating and ....

 

I need an adventure
a walk on the wild side
I might step onto a wrong train
or hand myself in for a crime I haven't comitted

 

It would be beautiful to be a bastard
to be nomadic
the excitement of instability
disorder
I want to sleep because I'm tired
not because the world says I should

 

To lose identity would make us truly free
I want a gentle butterfly to flutter its wondrous wings
and turn my world upside down
faithful freedom fight for my future

 

I'm sick to death of repetition
I want new aromas, new visions,
vile and veneer,
I'm sick to death of ...
I want new emotions, new feelings,

fearful and facade

 

I no longer want to chase dreams
that themselves dream
I want reality
however horrible she may be
she is prettier than dishonesty
Please, take off your dress and undress my stress

 

I am most happy on a journey
either going nowhere
or returning from somewhere
for once, I want to control time

 

Time is the devils creation
clocks are his strings
controlling his slaves
destroy the puppeteer

 

Imagine one day without time
nothing measured or restricted
nothing borrowed or stolen

 

Imagine the aromas,
the visons, the emotions, the feelings

 

Imagine if you will
The end of repetition

 

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Janet Ramsden

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Mon 27th Oct 2008 20:24

Hi Richard,
thanks for letting me know what you're up to.
I had a feeling you were busy with study. Just wanted to let you know you haven't been forgotten.
Hope you found all the inspiration you need for your course work. Good luck with it.
Love Janet.xx

 

Janet Ramsden

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Tue 7th Oct 2008 21:04

Hi Richard,
Just a quick post.
Hope you're ok. I presume you are back into studying as we haven't seen anything new from you lately.
No pressure! Get some work done. ha ha.

Love Janet.x

 

John Togher

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Fri 19th Sep 2008 11:14

Yep, Robert Johnson. My favourite though, is Mississippi Fred McDowell.

 

Jeff Dawson

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Thu 11th Sep 2008 17:11

hi Richard, Carla's fine, think she's coming watching me at a gig I'm doing on saturday in Bolton!

Thanks for comments about my poem, will catch up with yyour recent entries soon, been busy and off to wigan tonight!!

 

Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

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Wed 10th Sep 2008 12:41

Its great how you managed to show the resuer as the one needing the help of the lady in the long run as he had amnesia...

 

Gabriella Enriocco

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Mon 8th Sep 2008 20:20

yeh john cooper clarke is my uncle babes

 

Janet Ramsden

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Fri 22nd Aug 2008 11:38

ps. it didn't transfer as i wrote it.
Not as easy as it seems. Must have to be copied from the computer i think.xx

 

Janet Ramsden

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Fri 22nd Aug 2008 11:36

Hi Richard,
Your anchor does look better, but i still think if you raised the first and last word one more time as well as raising again the ones you did, it would be spot on.

is it.
this owe
death etc. etc... etc... they


Great stuff, this concrete poetry though, and something completely new to me which you've inspired me to practice with. Thankyou.
Love Janet.xx

 

DG

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Wed 20th Aug 2008 18:53

Thanks Richard for you nice comments. I generally avoid the showcase (and it took a long time before I posted a profile) because I still bear the scars of mutual self congratulatory writers workshops where people write a complimentary comment on your poems and it is expected that you will do the same for them. That said, I genuinely do quite like a couple of the ones you've posted up here - with the hopping around from one setting to the next (urban street tableau to dark forest tableau to etc.) in the first one, and the lass who'd fallen off a pier and dragged down the coast to a waiting rapist in the poet and muse thing.

As to my attitude in the discussion thing - it's mostly put on. Mind you almost everyone else is being disingenuous in that thread so it's not just me. For all the "well I could call x a poem and I could call y a poem" (and so on and so forth), if those people were reading an article in the financial times and their significant other said "what are you read dear?" they wouldn't say "a poem". So, deep down, they sort of know.

 

Jeff Dawson

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Fri 15th Aug 2008 20:04

Hello Cir!!

You won't believe this, but you are only the 2nd person to use the name Ffej!!! A very good girlfriend of mine who I used to go out with, used to call me that all the time, it was very sweet, until we finished!

I still keep in touch though she works in Thailand now. Uncanny though because you couldn't have seen that anywhere!

If you go to any gigs in Preston let me know, if I'm free its no problem driving up Mway, be good to see you and do a couple of poems up there, cheers Jeff

 

sarah clark

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Fri 15th Aug 2008 10:56

hiya richard

thanx for the comment
being compared to eminem is a major compliment,
thank you
i know i write angry poems about my mum
but i love her really lol

much love

sez x

 

Darren Thomas

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Fri 15th Aug 2008 09:30

Hi Richard - Perform? Well, I got up on stage and mumbled a load of sprouts. I did the 'Making love with a size ten' which I posted this morning. I was the penultimate poet - which is another phrase for ' blind drunk'. Good fun though.

 

Jeff Dawson

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Thu 14th Aug 2008 19:09

Hi Richard, let me know how wigan wass if you went. I still havent been to that one yet but will get there, too much on this week.

Prob confused you, I don't play anything, just poetry with me, they had guitarists on before and after me, so quite a good night, hope to meet you soon, prob 2 poems at howcroft, cheers Jeff

 

Janet Ramsden

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Thu 14th Aug 2008 15:07

Hi Richard,
If you do decide to tonight, i'll be there too.
It'll give you a chance to get to know the people behind their poetry. It can be a real eye opener as well as a great experience.
Bring a sample with you just in case you get drunk enough to give you some dutch courage.
Love Janet.xx

 

Darren Thomas

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Thu 14th Aug 2008 12:27

Richard - get your ass to The Tudor House tonight. You don't have to perform, just take it all in. Watch and learn. Learn what not to do - learn what to do and get blind drunk in the process. Apart from spending a night with Emily what's her name - I can't think of anyhting better.

 

Janet Ramsden

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Thu 14th Aug 2008 11:31

Hi Richard,
Yes, these discussion lines do get quite heated but they're all a really good bunch of people, most of them very well educated in poetic writing. They all seem to get on well together when they see each other at the gigs too.
It's great when you actually meet the poets in person. You should get yourself out to a few of them. Who knows? it might even give you that courage you need to stand up and read some of your own.
They're really informal and non- judgemental.

I see what you mean about getting Darren involved on your topic. I think you two would get on great, as he is studying and you have too.
He seems to love a good, friendly argument.
Maybe you could have a chat with him through the wol chat service, or start the line of discussion and see how it turns out.
Love Janet.x

 

Jeff Dawson

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Wed 13th Aug 2008 16:39

Hi Richard, Finity/Infinity - fair enough, doesn't take a lot to throw me, understand now! Yeah love the concept, life after death of some sort, or something after the 'end' of the universe - does my head in!

Yes, you will have to get to a gig, I'm doing loads now! I will be at Howcroft in Bolton this sunday and the boars head in Middleton next sunday. I'm also doing a gig supporting my mates punk band this saturday!

Doing a similar set to last week when I did a punk/acoustic night in Bolton. Did 13 poems incl some john Cooper Clarke, went really well! Hope to meet you soon, cheers Jeff

 

Janet Ramsden

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Tue 12th Aug 2008 19:47

Hi Richard,
Thanks for the comment to " I am me."
That word is "me " but i ended the poem like i did because it actually begins with " I. "
Do you see?

I've never attended writing classes but i stumbled on a link on wol which had a section about how to write a poem.
Played around with the words and ideas and that's what came of it.
Blogged it just for a bit of fun really.

By the way, did you see how the discussion link continued, which you started before you biked it?
The one about "what is poetry?"
Take a peek, i think it's still there.
Thanks again, love Janet.xx

 

Melissa R. Mendelson

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Tue 12th Aug 2008 19:13

Hi, Richard.

Thank you for your comment on my poem, Fine Line. You hit the nail on its head with the existentialism and nihilism.

As for the soldier's life, it is something that I could never do myself, but I feel that these men and women should be recognized as heroes for putting their lives on the line.

Take care. :)

-Melissa

 

alex iamb

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Tue 12th Aug 2008 15:06

hey Richard, cheers for the comment, but don't worry - I didn't have to suffer for that particular piece, it was just for fun. Love the poet and the muse one - really good. cheers,
a
x

 

Rob Sherman

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Tue 12th Aug 2008 12:47

Cheers for your comment Richard.
Haha well the book is a long way off yet, it is one chapter and a notebook full of notes!
But we must perservere I guess.
I love The Poet and his Muse. Please post a clip of you reading it!

 

Janet Ramsden

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Mon 4th Aug 2008 18:29

Hi Richard,
Sorry about the misinterpretation of your poem.
I read it 3 times and got the same feeling each time. It was as if he enjoys the silence of being alone but she simply feels lonely.
The bereft feeling i got was whenever he was about to leave.
I've just read it again and felt the same. Perhaps it's the punctuation or the way it's laid out on the page, but i'm certainly not the one to ask how it would read any differently.
Maybe other poets would see what is intended. But that's the beauty of good poetry. Each person who reads it will "see" something different, depending on how it relates to them.
Love Janet.x

 

Jeff Dawson

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Sun 3rd Aug 2008 16:42

Hi Richard, how's it going? What you been up to, not heard from you for a while?

Did you see my poems for July. The last one, about the man in the moon, was for my daughter, but the other two are very deep, the first one 'When will it pass' is personal.

Appreciate your thoughts if you haven't seen them, cheers Jeff

 

sarah clark

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Thu 10th Jul 2008 01:04

'Depression was my friend
understood me so well
the time we spent
writing till he goes
his pain my prose'

you have a fantastic way with words

 

Janet Ramsden

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Wed 9th Jul 2008 19:59

Hi Richard, Thanks for your comments, they really are very much appreciated.
I hadn't heard about the reps in Spain. We were a party of 8 women ranging between the ages of 30 and 55. Each time we went down the strip as it's called, young lads called reps insisted on literally man-handling and scooping us up off the floor in a bid to get us into bars where they got tips for doing it. I blame the tour companies myself. They really should be more responsible when training them up. It wasn't even high season. Everyone complained.

I meant to tell you last time i visited your profile. When i read "The poet and his muse." Just 2 nights before i had a dream very similar to what is written. I was washed up on shore and a man breathed life back into me. I felt it was significant . Though i don't remember him being a poet or writing a poem for me.xx

 

Shirley Collinge

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Tue 8th Jul 2008 11:34

Hi Richard.

There seems to be a few coincidences on here. I was undecided whether to put this poem on or my 'Stallion Of A Dream'. I went to check blogs after I uploaded and saw that Phil Golding has a great poem that he put on before me, with similarities to both of my poems, crisscross/dream/stallion etc. Antonionionis' '666' next to my 'Theatre Of Hell'. Now you tell me of your uncanny experience. Strange eh?

Thanks for reading my poem. I am so pleased.

Sincerely Shirley

 

Janet Ramsden

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Wed 25th Jun 2008 18:15

Hi Richard, this is the first time i've visited your profile, although i've read blogs and commented.
I just love "the pen," it really is right up my street. In fact, i like all of them very much.
Are you really only 22?
I find that hard to believe, you write as a much older soul would. Maybe there's more to the idea of an older spirit working through you than you think.
Really is good stuff. Pity you don't feel confident enough to perform some of it.
I look forward to reading more. Janet.x

 

Zuzanna Musial

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Wed 30th Apr 2008 06:24

Hello, Richard

Thank you for the comment you placed on my poem...Appreciated.

Kind Regards,
.Zuzanna

 

Tim Linton

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Tue 29th Apr 2008 17:36

hey you are good. Enjoyed all your poems and you have great musical taste. Tc Tim

 

Maggie Lane

Tue 8th Apr 2008 14:32

Hey honey,
Thanks for your reply - you are very welcome you have a truly beautiful way with words and such a light touch and intense flourish, keep at it sweet.
lots of love.
xxxx

 

Graham Eccles

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Mon 7th Apr 2008 08:00

I loved Working Class Blues

there is so much talent in the north west.
we need to bring it all together one day for a big northern poetry extravaganza.

 

Zuzanna Musial

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Fri 4th Apr 2008 18:19

HI, Richard

Thank you so much for the comment on my latest poem. I am looking forward to read more of your poetry. Like I said before you have a wonderful talent with words!!

Kind Regards,
Zuzanna

 

Maggie Lane

Thu 14th Feb 2008 14:23

oops think that should read 20th - ah well Jim's a God of any century - interesting fact for you - do you know that they 'The Doors' got their name from a William Blake poem. ooh and I forgot to say The Poet and His Muse is absolutely beautiful - well done.
xxx

 

Maggie Lane

Mon 11th Feb 2008 17:52

Richard,
I love what you wrote on Zuzannas profile about the Doors, I think Jim Morrisons is certainly one of the best poet and songwriters of the 21st century - good to have some one who recognises such talent - good luck with your work - I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
xxxxx

 

Zuzanna Musial

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Mon 11th Feb 2008 16:24

Hello Richard

I have found your writings interesting and diverse.Your ideas to create a poem comes from different life experiences. At times perhaps observing people... Etc... This is great point as it gives the reader a choice to learn something new from each of your poems. You have way with words which is great gift! Keep up the great work!

Thank you for the comment you recently left on my latest write. The poem is based on my own life experience. Great Intuition !!
Thank you ...Zuzanna

 

Zuzanna Musial

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Thu 7th Feb 2008 05:40

HI, Richard

I forgot to say THANK YOU!!
For the comment you left on my page.

Thank you...Zuzanna

 

Zuzanna Musial

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Thu 7th Feb 2008 05:38

Hello Richard

Your varieties in writing that give more broad spectrum and enjoyment to read. The poem will be very boring if there were only one style. The more styles the better. I see you being very gifted and it is good to have you here. Keep up the great work!
It is mutual pleasure to read your writes.
Welcome to W.O.L World!!...Zuzanna

 

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