With cold hands entangled

through her mane,

Epona carried me on winding goat paths

and over tumbling streams.

Together we crossed the

wildest mountain passes

across moors of twisted heather

where bees rise on currents

of honeyed air.

She returned me

to all the places I had loved

in life.

Through cities of stone,

across ancient bridges

spanni...

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i.m. Ivor Cutler (1923-2006)

Someone said they were dreaming outside

they were slumped over a cup of coffee

and it was milky and sweet

and the day smelt of suntan lotion

Someone said they were sitting on a bench

they were under a umbrella

and they saw a man wearing short trousers

and it was Mr Cutler beside a bicycle

Someone said they had a mint with their latte

they wanted to ...

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I cry so hard, because I fear we will always be apart I long for you with every part of me, but yet I fear so much that we will never be, if I could just see you once, hold you tight that would be the happiest moment of my life if I were to die now I would die broken-hearted , for then we would have always been parted, I cant help but to cry my heart aches for you to be nearby don’t forget me my...

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I am one, I am two I am three million.

The ways I know are a thousand trillion

Spend an epoch, squander an age

 

Eons pass, I am the sage

I tell the future, own your past

Life inside, the dice is cast.

 

How many microbes in this space

Adrift like plankton,

A world-wide rat race

 

Follow me, I know the way

Don’t be shy, go get bitten

I have done it all, and written.

 

Experience t...

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This is my poem on religon, if your a hardcore catholic turn away now.

 

Fear Theory.

Of morals and methods the grey one speaks

And men in tall chairs shield

From the knowledge of question.

The fools world spread their winged ears

To receive the good news:

"We need more money."

 

Theft without apparent crime they feed on fear

And the poor come packed

With a pock...

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Siren on the Rocks

 

Pricktease?

Strutting around like a pea-hen.

Goods displayed for all to see,

Like a meat-stall on the market.

‛Best breast on special offer’

‛Get yourself a nice bit of leg for the weekend.’

 

She might as well carry a billboard,

‛Two for the price of one.’

Form a queue,

anybody’s

for a cocktail or ten.

‛Siren on the Rocks’

 

A quick grope against the wall,

a...

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In many ways, my iPod is better than your iPod

Yours is okay, sure, but if you look closely

You’ll notice that mine is a much whiter model

And the headphones are monogrammed

And you can fit millions of songs on it

As well as photos and movies and spreadsheets and graphs and amusing Powerpoint-type presentation things.

Whereas yours – well, it looks like you’ve owned it for a few months, if y...

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(A bit of spooky fun for Halloween - whooooo!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was innocent youth he left behind

Grown up experience that he sought

To go and see the world was on his mind

Feeling that his time was growing short

The best way being, or so he thought

From Portsmouth harbour to set sail and so

An ageing merchant vessel was caught

Away he went to see his English home no more

 

He soo...

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A cool pool of blood across the abatoir.
The last of the lambs,
tortured, slaughtered for us.
Peaceful at last
the lambs who looked to us as gods.
Meals on four legs they were for us
savages.
Born for the fire of suffering.
Perhaps they are best
extinct.
Each one gone
each one at rest.
Be sensible humans....
Cheese and eggs have
as much protein
or even nuts and soya.

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remotely, my loneliness
swirls in the emptiness of a worthless oil drum
i wear it in bed
black and widowed
and here i practice my early morning wake up calls
of hard work
and calculator screens
where all adventure is delayed
delayed! delayed!
and in english i am speaking
but in german i am feeling
as sadness tinkers out to public spaces
in tones of sunday glockenspiels

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When you’re out and about in the winter’s cold

And the end of your nose starts to drip

When the bitter wind chill blows a freeze on your cill

And dries it to a crust on your lip

When the size of the port in your nasal reveal

Has shrunk to the size of a dot

And your brain can’t regain the front of you head

From the blockage of  package of snot

When the glow from you konk has them dipping t...

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The War of the Roses

Red on one side, white on the other
the roses steadfastly facing one another
I was caught in the middle like some referee
with both lines armed with sharp points aimed at me

As I stood uncertain of which way to go
my hand gripped my own short weapon you know
twin blades close together would soon be apart
as I released the catch and to war I did start

Soon my blood was seen to dri...

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The years have gone by and I still stand amongst the shadows of time forever searching in my dreams to be set free unleashed upon thee, to leave these Fears and Tears behind

I am me I know this, If i could just see your smile once more to feel your touch upon my cold skin to lay amongst the fields like I did as A child , To see you breath life within me once more how I along for this

But it will...

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The British Catholic man was having a chat

with his mate the British Methodist man when

along came the British Hindu man with his friend

the British Buddist man,

conversation was flowing well and the

British Muslim man and the

British Jewish man joined in, but

they all started to boo and hiss when

the British Atheist man tried to join in and

were totally confused when the

British Catholi...

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Waiting

 

Time passes quite slowly

As everyone sits, trying to be patient

Most read, others fiddle with phones

One young one plays with a hand-held game

My son listens to his ipod, I write

 

Aged from five to 65

We sit on mismatched brown wooden chairs

Set against a very busy floral patterned carpet

“Flick, flick” reply the thumbed pages

As they waft barely audible music

 

There is a...

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A snippet of my favourite poetry

 

From The Bacchae  by Euripedes

Translated by E.V.Rieu  Penguin ed.

 

Will they ever come to me, ever again,

The long, long dances;

on through the night till the dim stars wane?

Shall I feel the dew on my throat, or the stream

Of wind in my hair; shall our white feet gleam

In the dim expanses?

Oh feet of a fawn to the greenwood fled

Alone I the grass ...

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Week-ends, week-ends,

Work-a-day

Book-ends.

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This is the new testament;

God said cover me
take the bullets & as you fall cast no shadow –
we’ve no sympathy for martyrs
even to the people who stand to witness the end of a hero;
The re- birth of a world with nothing but its history.
So I compose for a little while; musing with a smile,
I'm not John Holt, they call me God’s problem child
it’s my world, ...

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Allah is on both sides of the Wall

El Shaddai is on both sides of both Walls

God is on all sides of all walls

Abraham Ibrahim you are brothers

Tel Aviv Ramallah you are sisters

The world is frightened.

You could be the spark

that starts the fire

that kills us all.

For the sake of your children, compromise

to love your neighbour, compromise

to obey your God, compromise

to save the...

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Esther

 

 

            Why do you stare at me so, little one?

What has your soul seen before it came to me,

            that you should regard me so gravely?

            I wonder where you have come from;

            you watch me

            with such distrust.

 

Within my arms you have not smiled, nor

            glanced about disinterestedly...

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wonderfull...

 

beautifull...

 

kind....

 

gentle....

 

could this be? 

 

your the one for me?

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                                    Divine

 

 

            You couldn’t help yourself,

You just had to have a look,

A sneak preview of a boy without trouble,

A double and take of his life.

 

 

            He scared you!

Taking each shame that you threw

Like balls to a skittle still,

He never went kilter, or keeled

Under pressure, he never ventured

Your lie for his truth.

 

 

    ...

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ok it's not actually called that, I cant spell big a mist.

but who thinks she had the look and words of a total psycho?
Very exciting and kinda scary.

Must write a poem about this.
Loving C4's Docu series.

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Half empty people

In a half empty town

Half way through the week.

 

Pointless meanderings

Around a dying town centre

Wasting time between dole visits.

 

Soulless eyes,

Like empty windows,

Peer into closed shops.

 

The shops are empty

But the pubs, like the job centre,

Are full.

 

Grey buildings

On a summer’s day

In a dying town.

 

Only the flower baskets saved the day

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UNDER THE MACHINE

In Childhood

In awe

Of the power

The form

The possibilities

The reach

The complex beauty of creation.

Invention

That lengthens our stride

-Inwardly, outwardly-

Enhancing life

Turning cogs

Thrusting rods

Limitless boundaries of exploration.

Connecting

Village to village

City to city

Country to country

World to world,

Mind to mind,

Cyber pathways of neural conn...

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I lie in Corporate cleanliness
Another night, another town
Sanitised box bed, in sanitised box room
Bereft of comforts for weary hearts
Missing the homeliness of familiar faces,
The tenderness of soft skin,
The welcome kiss after the hard day is done


Traffic noise permeates the window vents
Dulling the hum of the air-con high up
No children's laughter
No bedtime storie...

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ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE

 

Time stands still in a front room in early ’95.

The telly is on but the sound is off,

All About Eve plays on the stereo,

soft vocal tones and powerful guitar.

The clock says a time but that doesn’t matter

as here it is timeless.

Bev drinks a glass of wine

while I have the rest of the bottle

and a full bottle of Thunderbirds.

I will be pissed for over a d...

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Keep Talking

 

I look well

But I’ve lost weight

I look a bit tired

But it suits, apparently

I um and ah and nod appropriately

And my ears aren’t here

And she keeps talking

I’m so lucky to get up when I like

And I’m desperately trying to work out how

To explain how it can take all day

To summon the strength to make the tea

And even then I need someone in there with me

And I’m only ma...

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The telly said the Taleban would bring terror to our streets,

So our Ronny went to Afghanistan, to inflict some big defeats.

Yes, he had them on the run, but they must have run quite far,

‘Cos they got back here before him and vandalised his car.

 

For the Taleban are crafty, they hang about our street,

Wearing trekkies, baseball caps and  drinking vodka neat,

They’ve shaved  their beards ,...

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Let the silence grow within
like a secret never told,
like a fist clutching from inside,
like sunset on quiet sea.
The secret whispers, then,
deep into eyes that don’t see.
The hand unfolds, then,
reveals what was never kept.
The night caresses the day,
torn like ancient gods once were,
and silence spreads without a gesture
and opens motherly eyes offering, at last,
the most demanding shelter.

From Senses

visit...

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On Taking My Daughter to Uni.

  We whirly burly roar in stacked hairy chug -chug to

Teensy flat with drill and measure

For cheeslet space.

Oh, bright-jewelled daughter listen well and

Bury the lardy sofa and face-book mats for

Garanding booklet space with

Eyes that grip the spaceous green trails

Of dinting groveous thoughts!

 Beware the smootherous amorit

That hungles hearts in shiny bl...

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i want to join you asleep
at the edge off sunrise
and groan gently
across the breeze
into your eyebrows.

i want to carry you across
the finish line
in a camera shot finish
without you even
stirring slightly once.

want to score the winning goal
at wembley in injury time
and have you asleep
smiling on my shoulder
all the way home.

Want to look at the frozen tide
which is ca...

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Rules were made for breaking

I want to break them with you

History was made for making

I want to make it with you

Risks were made for taking

I want to take them with you

The Earth was made for shaking

I want to shake it with you

 

I’ll be your knight on a penny farthing

You be my damsel in a sequined dress

We’ll ride away on a sunken highway

Broke...

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It's time for our walk in the woods,

Away from the hubbub of the day,

We hide and we pray,

The evergreen scent hones our deadened senses,

As we move to feel that before, we could not even touch.

 

And in a starry, cloudless sky,

The moon dusts the dewy boughs of the trees,

Shining through every drop with ease,

Shining down the shimmering spotlights that we shared,

As the hours pl...

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I’m writing I love you in slow motion
that should make it last longer
it’s a little superstition of mine
pen cannot justify feelings
as intense as this
but I shall try
wrote my first love poem at six
and 9 degrees in the playground
by the bikes tin shack shells
we had ink wells reserved for numeric tells
but I didn’t use them
and in carved desks, scribed the graffitied dregs of lovers before

I ignored their w...

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In a quaint little village

not far from here

fiddlers' romance diners

at restaurant tables on terraces

peppered with terracotta pots

overflowing parsley and thyme

and down a country lane lined

with white stone walls brimming

with alyssum rosemary and sage

leading to a curiosity shop where

a stradivarius violin with no bow

takes centre stage in the window

and there's irony in the tinkl...

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I hate what I am doing to you,

trying to get you to hate me.

A map continues to elude my grasp,

bringing us to the same yearned for moment in time.

What I am going to say rips my still beating heart from my chest.

All air is driven from my lungs, through my lips, as they part, saying,

“You should leave me, find another!”

I feel so depressed and low saying that,

knowing my thoughts have now...

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There's a better class of shopper up at Waitrose

(the 'shibboleth' of haute cuisine's 'quisites.)

Parking bulbous battle-wagons all akimbo;

Their trolleying, my poor oik-brain, defeats.

Gentility demands delicatessen,

My cheese-encounter verifies the rule:

She beat me as a Bwana beats a native

Shouting: "Serving girl - serve me, and not that fool!"

So I waited, out of turn, and sorts...

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Burnt sacrifice

 

She was as wild as the ice, sunlit springtime

a soft furnace of eyes spread the heat

no noble breast pounds like her lovers’

together the circles complete

 

It's a pattern the art for the fusing

their hands are clasped like a vice

entwined on the altar of promise

their love is the burnt sacrifice

 

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silence like violence caters for many

 so I am just silent

in this world of words

a poet with few  verbs

and one or two  nouns

I wear a frown

underneath my mask

with my sadness bottled I drink from its flask

endless answer searching

perching  like a sparrow on a branch

waiting for fate to crush me like an avalanche

I can never fly high enough

 to avoid the ...

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Blue greys, blue haze, blue rays, blue jays,

Blue cables, blue tables, blue green, blue sheen,

Blue circle, blue square,

Blue birds over, don’t know where;

Blue Bols umbrella drink,

Pot the blue then pot the pink

Blue Mondays, ruby Tuesdays?

Don’t step on my blue suede shoes days.

Blue blokes telling blue jokes

Blew away in a puff of blue smoke;

Mi...

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Eat, drink, consume, die

All the rest is punctuation.

Blue cross, star buy.

Fulfil your obligation

More junk, more diet.

That'll keep the kiddies quiet

Else, God knows they'll start a riot.

Smoother lines and plumper pout.

Scratch away the self-doubt

Or just scream to drown it out.

Save my breath up for the gym

Dumb me down and make me slim

Force-feed porn on wider screens

To violate ...

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I dont know why ive got the urge to express, A surge to invest, I splurge with every breath, And do battle with my head, I rattle lead and splatter ink, Some say i think until i sink, I barley blink, When ive got thoughts to write, Ill take your mind to dizzy heights, Ill bang this flippin world to rights, A man of many depths, I invite to share my insight, Of life and love, Or anythi...

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Grandmother’s secret intrigued them,
but nobody sought to enquire.
Why pry? Why intrude?
It would only seem rude
She’d deny it, with eyes that flashed fire.


It would just spoil the fun she was having,
to ask why she seemed to walk taller?
So, nobody questioned the unspoken truth
about Grandmother’s Gentleman Caller.


No-one had met him, not even a glimpse,
save the occasional letter.
Swiftly snatched up and h...

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Thank you to all who took part in choosing their favourite poem from September Blogs.  16 people voted, which unfortunately wasn’t a great reflection of the site’s membership and meant that the votes were spread rather thinly.  I abstained, in the interests of fair play.  In view of this, I think it is perhaps better to think of this more as a list of ‘Notable Poems for the Month’.  Hopefully this...

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I’m not smiling because I’m happy

I’m smiling because I’m wrecked

Because for a weekend I can heal

The bleeding head from all the pecks

From the pecking order

I can cut the cord

And breathe with my friends

We’re not gonna stop til the very end

Pub

Club

After party

House party

Couple of hours passing for sleep

Then back to the pub

I don’t even know if I...

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First you have milk, then curds and whey

Leave a while longer…..then cheese; Hurray!

The one sure thing to make me elated

Be it sliced, cubed, crumbled or grated

Yes, when it comes to cheese I get very excited

Like when Gary Hooper scores for Scunthorpe United

 

I’m going to have cheese cake on my wedding day

But best of all is when the photographer will say:

‘Everyone say cheese’ and ...

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