MOONRISE

 

I see a faint lightness over the black of the hillside.

Stars a million miles overhead lose a slight edge.

Mist dances illuminated by her Moon Goddess.

Clouds high overhead come and go as stars sparkle, iridescent.

Excited I wait, soon she will be here. Patience now…

There! My Moon Goddess lifts my spirits, serene and spiritual.

I drift out of my...

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could  there  ever  have  been

aught  but  harm

from  such  shrew  whipped

an  abusive  storm

 

where  it  lead  through

the  corpse  grass

crumbed  trail

of  bloodied  path

 

stumbled  upon  weather  torn

enduring  pile 

chimney  stacked

nefarious  smile

 

that  leering  promontory

single  tooth

like  fabled  hag

who  feas...

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Here I am again

In an empty room

Full of people,

I have met so many nice people

But they have all been wrong,

I should give up

But I won’t.

 

Here I go again

Feeling lonely in a crowd

So many friends,

But no lover. There have been lovers

But not the right one,

Some say I try too hard

But I don’t.

 

Dare I hope again?

That some ...

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I have no future

so I look back.

Dwelling in the present

drowning in the past.

I second guess

over what, at first,

I acted upon.

I shut the gate

lament the spilled milk.

I left

I did not look back.

Only to do so now.

No future do I see there.

exactly the same

as I did then.

I can only look behind

where I existed.

...

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photo credit Bill Cottman

Heliograph (for Sun Ra)

Earth found choices are few

                  When Earth isn’t home

Distortions are reflections of sadness

                  What sounds like chaos is fresh beginnings

Somewhere in collages of sound is un-imposed order

                           Organic beauty

Freedom between naiveté and ancient wisdom

Heliocentric realit...

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Hi Everybody

 It's that time again and another new Poem is ready to be unleashed on the world. This time inspired by a photograph I took a couple of years ago in Arundel, Sussex. It has a bit of an old world feel this one which I think compliments the subject matter. Hope you enjoy it.

 

Lost Paths

Ancient bridges beneath crystal waters
Rotten dark and gone to slaughter
Duck...

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Who could deny the outrage –

The futile point of the war

The horror and the gross carnage

No-one could fail to abhor

The mud and the blood of the trenches

The rats that fed at the feast

The daemons held check in our psyche

Inexorable once released.

 

Fast forward into the Thirties

As Nazis across Europe fanned

And Chamberlain proud of his ...

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Today's the day.  Click "Start", then click "Shut Down",
then order twenty pizzas on their dime,
then (slice in hand) break down this office door
and flip the Chairman's picture one last time.
Then tearing off your clothes, run down the hill,
dig through the woods, bathe naked in the stream,
and when you feel your stress is washed away,
stand up, and facing heaven, scream your scr...

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It Takes Courage to say Yes or No - sometimes..

It Takes Courage to stay or go - sometimes..

It Takes Courage to be who you really are - sometimes..

It Takes Courage to Laugh and to Smile - but not all of the while, just - sometimes..

It Takes Courage to face adversity and other bad times - sometimes..

It Takes Courage to keep  sharing and caring and trusting - sometimes..

...

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Thinking about Lynn Dye's "Oblivious" on WOL......

 

What happiness to live alone

And all the washing up's your own

To do - or leave for just a while

For later on - and then I smile

At the thought of flushing soap

From dish to sink - no time to mope;

And after that - my dirty duds

Waiting for the cleansing suds;

Domestic chores I tend to see

As inexpe...

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Sweet Isabella

In a just a few months of life

Your heart has touched ours.

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I dont see the world
In a usual way,
glass walls keep reality at bay.
No rope can tether me,
friendships lost road
now distant memory. Not known
in present, nameless in past.
Who am I?

In a box that wont open
I exist, lid slammed
shut by Invisible fists.
In realisation my confusion
reigns. Liquid years I
hammer like nails,
In a House half built,
that can't...

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Blessed is the sacred
Depression of the woman
In the bedroom of mirrors

Blessed is the dead man
Who feeds her
Marching here and there
With broken porcelain

Blessed is the cat
Who lives between them
Inside the room stinking with sleepers

Blessed is the house they call home
Whose walls are cracked
And racked with guilt and mold

Blessed is the child who may
...

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The autumn is coming,

The August is charming,

But the rain often darkens the sky,

And I know, you certainly love me

As I once long ago loved you.

 

Why the yearning

Is burning inside you?

Why are you so sad when with me?

Why in August the dreams

Can’t be sweet as in spring?

 

The rowan is reddish

But not for the anguish

Rain drops k...

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When i'm bothered I spill my guts at will the physical affects the effect of the dream that I have. I am tired and I can't bee arsed with this arse."What you say?"Yeah its true that it changes, game plan ranges bit by bit. Lets try this, see if we can fuck over this bitch.Its a shame its a shame that this bitch is who?"You know who"Its the same. Impatience takes the piss, I didn't even want thi...

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How was hope gagged by the morbidity of this false democracy?

How did it come to be?

 

How is it that petroleum was changed for weapons?

How did it come to be, who allowed it?

 

It is inevitable to react.

 

There is in my soul a line that lies between the darkness and pain, poking me, and this condition pushes me to the limit in where I bleed and I fa...

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Washing up is a mysterious thing

that happens in the kitchen

normally after meals

although he is never completely sure of this.

Sometimes he decides to be helpful

and takes a glass, a mug or a tea-plate out

placing it down right in the middle

of a cleared, washed down work-top,

completely ignoring that neat little stack

of dirty crockery over in the cor...

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Come and See: Be Witness

Monday 27th August 2012 

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                                                Beyond All Illusion

 

 

1.

 

     I’m losing friends

Friends that once walked the same

Pace as I,

Walked the same path –

Banged out the same sand

From worn - down boots.

 

     I’m losing friends

Who once stood against

Bombs and bullets,

     But they’re dying slow

Deaths and sudden,

...

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Police officers were seeking drink drivers in Blackburn bars.

At closing time, Roy tripped over a step, tried his keys in 5 different cars.

Everyone left and quickly drove away,

But soon they were to discover DRINK DRIVING DOESN'T PAY.

"Breathe into this bag ,"said a very serious cop.

"No point,"said Roy,"not touched a drop."

The policeman smiled and said to Roy,

"Yo...

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Your text message:

 

Where are you when I need your love?

All you offer is the darkness of your rage

If loving me is such a difficult religion

Maybe my death will wipe the anger from the page

 

Bohemia is here, it’s where it started

And is coiled within these walls

I can hear the venom calling

And drips poison in me, then crawls

 

Wher...

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I picture you in someone else’s room -

In bed - a stranger’s ceiling overhead,

Awake in the gloom; feeling unfulfilled,

Cheerless and chilled by secrets left unsaid.

 

You’re wearing your usual man costume –

A routine face; average arms for regular embrace:

The suit you assume (crustacean casing)

For slapdash debasing and slipshod disgrace.

 

Whilst I, si...

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'ThePoetry Spoke'

Great poetry and acoustic music

This Tuesday - 28th August- doors open 8pm

 

La Gondola

22a Liscard Crescent

Wallasey- The Wirral

CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)

Check us out in the gig guide...

 

Our Guest Poet

David R. Mellor

'Powerful Stuff' think Independent radio.  'A feel for words' say BBC radio....

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Billy Brown, you're a rogue

With your wandering eyes

And your soft, lilting brogue

And your plausible sighs....

 

Billy Brown, there's no doubt

This I know, certain, sure

How I've felt many a clout

And I've dodged many more

 

From your big, heavy fist

When the drink made you mad -

Next day, sorry, you kissed

Me, repentant and sad

 

 

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Emerald seas, with corrugated sands below and waters with changing degrees give pleasure to skin and mind as they blissfully eddy us along.

Peace perfect peace is the gift of Turkey. Breathe, see, hear and smell and take it all in, including the heat. Embrace it, you were meant for it.

We snorkel in rocky pools with different kinds of fish. Some long with sand coloured granular bodies, ...

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The August Blue Moon has been invited to the launch of Pressed by Unseen Feet, an anthology of poetry and short stories on the theme of the spectral unexpected. The evening is hosted by the Hotel du Vin in their courtyard with the sliding roof. Everyone is welcome. There is a small charge of £6 which includes a copy of the anthology and opportunity to hear Newcastle based singers, Skylark Song.

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ITT STEREO 45 AND 33 rpm,

OR ‘WHY AM I SPEAKING TO MY RECORD PLAYER?’

 

It’s time to put you on the shelf

But I do want to hear you again,

Reminding me of times and places

Long gone faces of yesteryear,

Tragically hip to the core

I find I need you more, more, and more.

But my iPod is calling me to a relationship

Of convenience!

Seducing me with its be...

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I have followed the death columns

and know which devotees are left

to be buried and downtrodden

in hope and faith up to their necks.

The consummate professional

would not betray your confidence;

the babbling confessional

cannot be used as evidence.

You might consider changing your address –

they’re giving me the lie detector test.  

 

All you middle-a...

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  Quietly, she spoke of tea, toast, the after smell of cigars,
Let us say we met in a room: curtained, peeling, private.
Briefly she consulted the winter afternoon,
Reviewed the deadening, leadening sky.

It was discreetly done.
No presences danced beyond no lifted curtains.
Darkness had silted us away.

Words, like s...

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rock in a storm

sunk with the cliche

butter drunk with compliments and doe eyes 

i gave you all my surpises like a rabbit in headlights.

 

i liked it

i liked falling

listening with twitchy ears

soft furred unfocussed mad march passed us and asked for a cup of tea

it was funny then

i loved to give up my thoughts

and our ideas

were like ...

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MY GANGSTAR GAL.

WHOOOOOSH the smoke from her bang just filled the air

As it made her feel high in the air

She couldn’t hear from anybody coz she was a don’t care

And if beer was to buy her she could be a millionaire

She was brown in complexion but in body she was fare

She could go with a matatu but paid no fare

Because her beauty in shape made many to admire

She...

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In Qala (pronounced Ah-la)

I stopped opposite the steps

of the ancient church.

 

Time to chill, relax

take in some sun,

some local beer.

 

The smell of Gozitan cuisine

wafting on the promise

of a reasonably priced menu.

 

The lady who runs the place

leaning through the hatch in the door

explaining her purpose.

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The loom is a stave that cotton falls on,
sometimes looks like music notes to the whimsical.

We lie with our backs flat to the cold stone-
never take our eyes off it. Every so often
there is a hiss of movement as one of us skims
from our bottom G, climbs a note or two,
picks a semi-quaver, and falls fast.
All for a tuppence. Not even enough for fruit.
Sometimes one of us is s...

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EDGE OF TOWN

 

Living on the edge of town

We never smell the petrol fumes

Or the farmer’s muck spreader

No sound of breaking beer glasses

No bleating of new born lambs

Here where countryside meets city

It’s like being in Limbo

Neither one thing nor the other

Living on the edge of town

 

In our suburban gardens

We can pretend to be rural

...

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A is for anal, hard and fast

B is for bareback, cock sailing full mast.

C is for cum cannon shot, orifice ahoy,

D is for my dick, your favourite sex toy.

 

E is for ecstasy as I suspend you tantrically,

F is for fuck, no time for romantically.

G is for gag as you're gasping for air,

H is for the hard on I'm rocking downstairs.

 

I is for insatiable...

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She’s a kind of a paradox, that girl

Its not that I even like her at all

I just love her, that’s all

 

She’s a strange one, that girl

I mean, I’m not sure if she even likes me at all

I just love her, that’s all

 

She’s a young one, that girl

Much younger than me and tall

And I don’t even like girls that tall

I just love her, that’s a...

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Words of your Adore you send to me,

With hints of lies of what will be.

Silent undertones of controlled remorse,

Rattle the fabric of my bones.....

A thousand times you ring to have your way,

No mention of the violence and the play.

The threats you shout, Abuse and Aggression,

Consume me like shroud !!!

 

Then every week in moments bleak,

On my doorstep, ...

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King 1 - Queen 2

 

Wath - Queen of Villages reigned

in her flower garden

her turnip grubbing fields

her pig pens and her byres

subjects tugging forelocks

native speech a country slide

years before the pits

-

When Wigan coalpits died

the King - black in workings underground

emerged in Wath to drag her subjects down

drawing men across the border

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AUTOCRACY

 

I liked tobacco far too much,

The coffin nail, the weak mans crutch,

I gave it up I’m pleased to say,

And chased those Passing Clouds away.

 

Cream cakes were once another vice,

A single one would not suffice,

I guzzled pastries by the score ,

But now would want for not one more.

 

I tried barbiturates in the day,

They chased the ...

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Out of the frame comes hollow art,

Fly as high as life will let you

 

One hug means all the world to me

 

Things aren't always what they seem,

Clothing as well as beauty can be skin deep.

 

Things tatter in dreams

Like soaked pieces of paper

 

A brave sun struggles to penetrate the clouds

 

Red stilettos on the pier

A deck chair with no pr...

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My sister bought me a bookmark.

At least, that's what I think it is.

On it is a picture of 2 penguins and beneath them the words

“Some people make the world more special, just by being in it.”

 

My name is Matthew

which is Hebrew for “gift of God”.

That's a hard thing to live up to!

 

It must mean I need to work hard;

I must have to change the world.

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Even in the bad light I saw them come

round the corner at the top of the street

and knew this was it: trouble.

Nothing to do but keep walking

and hope they hadn’t twigged.

But the set of their shoulders

the purpose to their stride

made one thing good and clear:

fat bloody chance of that.

 

Ten years ago I’d have fancied my chances,

manual work m...

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Look at the nerve of her!

The mettle,

The fettle -

The pluck - magisterial verve of her.

 

The craft of her!

The running,

The cunning

Sleight of the wrist on the haft of her.

 

The pounce of her!

The stoop,

The scoop -

The return of the ball off the bounce of her.

 

The surpass of her!

The clip,

The chip -

The crunch ...

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Wheels of Fortune

A famous Tory politician
Once said some things we didn’t like
He told us if we wanted success
Then we should all get on our bike

I’m not one to say I told you so
And Norman Tebbit’s not my mate
But now his words are making sense
Even if it’s a little bit late

We laughed at his pathetic words
We didn’t give them any chance
And now that fella Wig...

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Sometimes there are moments,

Like this one in the car park

An afternoon of eternity

Seems fixed in the moving of a cloud

Over the rooflines of town;

Or in that plane that droned across the sky

The morning of Aunt Sadie’s funeral.

 

Why should they etch themselves

Acid-deep onto the retina of memory

When all those other days

Days we’d looked forward to...

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I set forth in springful years in hearing the shore,
Along with sleeping birds in October
And forgotten dawns listened
With childs eyes in the wonder of winter 
The sea stood marveled in joy
But turned away
As her heart moved in mine 

In the stillness of the morning room sits the rain,
On the shoulders of blackbirds
Brimming with fondness 
For the great wind that blows un...

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When Wally won the wellie wangin’ contest

It’s true that a few eyebrows had been raised

Cos Wally, he was never very sporty

His athletic prowess it was never praised.

 

And Mrs Simms, her that worked in the chemist

Was suspicious when old Wally had paid up

For twenty bottles of that there lovely Tixxylix

And Benyline, Cornovia and Vapour Rub.

 

Cos ...

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Thanks Margaret and especially Anthony for your kind words of support and helpful advice. Please find the revised version of ghost trains posted below...

 

break the seal of brick built tombs

musty, dusty, rust filled rooms

stand vacant now

workshop clock stopped

on some distant afternoon

no longer marking minutes

hours

years

decades

they slip by stil...

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Artist in residence

 

Every Sunday, your soap opera’s weekly omnibus ;

winning the council flat,

battling the filth left by a procession of slatternly tenants

like exorcizing a stubborn demon.

So my telephone imagination

expects a plain face to a tuneless voice,

but beside the front door geraniums and herbs cling

to the upper story’s cliff face,

ins...

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narrow boat purrs along country canal

shirring quiet water

rumples flotilla of ducks and black coots

barely missing lazy feet

washes a moor hen into wet roots

wink of red unmistakable

and the reeds whisper

bending trees sough above the bow

that sighs through purling water

 

swallows swoop and soar

dark silhouettes

scything the sky

skimming ...

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Indecent act

Artistic design.

Blonde model

Sexy mover.

See through

Purple top.

Tight shorts

Cheeky blue.

Black belt

Won't undo.

Slim line

Tonic performer.

Cat walk

Crowded street.

Brushing past

Unsuspecting public.

Close inspection

Stirs interest.

Discreet smile

That's real.

Red stilettos

Natural leather.

Cu...

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THE BOOK REVIEW

 

Some books are so dark and miserable

Like harbingers of doom,

They tempt me to make paper planes

To fly around the room,

Psycho babble couch confusion

That shouldn’t be let out,

Depressing stuff that beats you up

And fills you full of doubts,

The sad thing is the covers ace,

It’s a shame the book couldn’t keep up the pace.

 

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Edward thank you

For your           Encomium

On my               Euphony

You really do   Encourage

To                      Edify

I am                  Elated

And                   Ebullient

I will                  Exceed

And                   Excel

I therefore send you

My                   Eclogue

 

 

 

SHOULD READ

 

 

 

Ed...

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