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Raping Mother earth
Seeing how mother earth is raped every day
Polluting the air and water with no end
Scraping the oceans for the last bit of fish
Saving the forests is a joke, they just pretend
While COP 26 trying to make some rules
taking Air and Water for fools
Exposing that 1% of us, more or less
is producing 66% of the mess
Now, they want to go to Mars
with no air to bre...
Sunday 28th November 2021 11:19 am
Blistered
in my soul she dances on,
tuned to a polka her feet,
swish of expensive velvet
big teeth white and neat
dance band chords echo
wind and brass combine
but can't erase the stink
of spilt burnt turpentine
smoke up my nostrils
provoked by her deeds
loung lizards basking
careless of my needs
tunes one after another
standards she'd adored
at her f...
Saturday 5th June 2021 11:18 am
Brimstone Heart
you say I'll get what's coming to me
that I'll pay for making your life hell
one day I'll be on the receiving end
when hot flames I no longer quell
there's a smouldering hell in every heart
waiting its moment to rise up and burn
it lurks beneath the smiles and glances
you're lucky if you don't get your turn
yet I never meant to make you suffer
I'm no saint but ...
Friday 28th August 2020 11:18 am
Saddlesore
It seems only yesterday we were fine
How I yearned for the feel of your mouth
Your every touch would set me on fire
Whether north west east or south
The sight of smoke on the horizon
Haunts me now when I look back
For it was over yonder hill we flourished
Before my thoughts turned so black
That dark column taunts my tortured eyes
Acrid embers still fly off in ...
Thursday 13th August 2020 10:44 am
Safe
on the roof hawk chicks
secure at
twenty-three
floors high
nestle their mother
under bright sun
watching
the male soar
free to hunt,
enquiring amber eyes seeing
colours we can't
no
flames
disturb the
eyrie no
screams ascend or
smoke black as
seventy-one funerals
Tuesday 4th August 2020 11:26 am
Blue Smoke Ghost
Blue Smoke Ghost
A matchbox scratch
A flare of light
The smell of sulphur
A yellow patch
Above his chair
On the ceiling
A row of pipes
Hung in a rack
Saliva drips
The suck
And suck
And suck on shank
Red glow
In the dusk
On a back step
The aroma
Of spices
In the ready-rub
Scratching
Grey ash
From the c...
Friday 15th July 2016 7:43 pm
A visitor
A visitor
(Arthur Mee’s England: Gloucestershire; 1939)
A book arrived yesterday
- a visitor from the last century
Visiting our modern-times day.
Carries news and views
But no photographs or maps.
Tells us all about
The places
And the faces
Of the people
Who went there.
But most of all of everything
It brings the smoke
Of years gone by -
An incense offering to the gods.
Sunday 10th January 2016 3:01 pm
November Collage Poem: Smoke
Neutral mind draped across grimy windows,
Got to be cocks and screwdrivers
Ducking and diving across unexpected surprises
Policies of strange girls from Blackpool
and Brief Encounters recycled in Staleybridge
Lumps of snot tubes or mask
Red sore skin rubbed to rust
We meet in hospital corridors,
Platforms of abandoned train stations
It was 50 yea...
Monday 9th November 2015 10:00 pm
Neon Light
Playing with the idea of this place.Aplace which takes in lost souls..Is it a good place or bad place.
Time will tell.
The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.
The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
P...
Friday 7th June 2013 11:25 am
Peering through cigarette smoke
Friday 11th January 2013 8:16 am
FIRE
FIRE
Fire is so beautiful in its own deadly way.
A diverse visual cacophony of colours
all thrown together, each a different
element back in its base gas. Chemical release.
Thick dense smoke curls upwards,
forming a choking cloud which glows
blood red from the wicked flames.
Sunday 6th May 2012 2:03 pm
rallying
I’m glad the steam rally won’t be here again.
I can ride past on the 85 with no reminder.
Nothing to make me dwell on those three days each year
When you were so engrossed – in steam!
Although we had the ancient taxi – off the plate -
You had to go there on your bike - I bussed it.
It seemed so romantic, meeting up
as you removed your cycle clips
while I f...
Tuesday 2nd August 2011 8:18 pm
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