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Saturday 6th December 2014 9:56 am
Learning Poetry
On Reverdie
Early enough in the mourning
I ventured out for a ramble
In a foreign place I laid down by a river for a rest
Fell asleep
And saw Aisling again
8 to 7 years later in Tubber Tintye
I soon remembered what I had spent 7 to 8 years nearly to the day
In forgetting
On a seat I sat me down and had a notion again
We talked about work, ice cream and vomiting
Tall pretty women, ...
Wednesday 3rd December 2014 10:14 am
EU
You left your permanent mark on me
I couldn't leave the same
As we passed by slowly
Like a non-safety match
Scraping on a sandpaper box.
My eyes rolled back as you scratched me
With what felt like the sharp bit of a safety pin
You got under my skin
It must be car paint or writing ink
(Of which there is no data on safe use on humans)
It's gone from tenderness and swelling
To itching...
Monday 1st December 2014 12:10 pm
Scaling Ayers Rocks (2004)
Blood diamonds dripping from my neck and wrist
It’s hard to see through your frosted ice, snow and mist
She’s showing off her rock like it means something
It could be a cola ring-pull or a piece of string
“Eternity rings are for when you get eterned” -
That’s a lesson in love that I have learned
De Beers marketing man set in stone - it’s true
That I work for 2 months to say with metal ...
Wednesday 26th November 2014 1:07 pm
Tunisian Holiday
The girl danced the hokey cokey
Before smoking a fag
She obviously wanted
The best of both worlds
Wednesday 26th November 2014 1:06 pm
My Main Regret
I wish we'd never met
In a country world famous for its
Strong & delicious beer*
It (not me) gave you the wrong idea
*cheap too at the time
Monday 24th November 2014 12:17 pm
Art
The muse looked at the poems
Like a painting on a wall
"I recognise a likeness
But that isn't me at all"
Monday 24th November 2014 12:04 pm
My Romantic Poems
The intended consequence
Is like what the phlebotomist warns
You might feel a small prick
Monday 24th November 2014 12:04 pm
Ode to the Muse (aka Sexual Harassment in the Workplace)
Fiona is such a good Christian
Humble, mild and meek
Whenever I pinch her on the bum
She turns the other cheek
Tuesday 28th October 2014 3:31 pm
Fading Imperial Standards
Flags as permanent curtains
Or painted on the walls
The bunting biodegrades
The only black in the Union Jack
Is the tag saying "Made in Taiwan"
Thursday 5th June 2014 11:07 am
Angel Lust
I'm just a scaffolder
Hopefully making (more than one temporary) solid structure used to support people and material
In the construction or repair of their projects
Did you remember to bring me the silver?
Axe swinging in the static
Just trying to hang in chains
Watching it become unbalanced
And sometimes some crashing down
Onto the other side of the road
Did you forget to bring m...
Thursday 20th March 2014 10:35 am
Spurn Point
Crumbling into water
It's spitting again
Drought soon rains
The most beautiful sprummer's day came
After the first Northern winter
Puking in the garden on the night before
This time blaming the Yorkshire take on Tex Mex cuisine
"Everything is beautiful" on the radio summing up 3 years
On the last morning
Between arriving and leaving
Thursday 20th March 2014 10:28 am
Aldeburgh 2
The night sky of the East Coast
With street light power cut
Then the bells rolling down Victoria Road out to sea
All of which was for me
The best poetry
Tuesday 25th February 2014 4:37 pm
Close Reading
Open you up
See you as a whole
Find your hidden meaning
Remove your ambiguity
By describing your form
Examine your fine lines close up
Put my fingers on you
Make you smudge your ink
Dispell your allusions
Bring light to your argument
Saturday 8th February 2014 9:04 pm
Man-made Myth
Chemtrials are pollution
Simple and plane
Pollution from a plane or
Just pollution from a plane
Myth from man made phenomena of the sky
Like humans did to try and touch the rainbow,
Hear the ride of the Valkyries as
The northern lights fly by
Wednesday 5th February 2014 5:34 pm
The Last Post Association
Under dark, damp skies in farmers' fields
The Menin Gate - a foundation stone
A crowd of a few hundred waits silently
On this bright white memorial on shattered bone
At the stroke of 8pm every evening
Four men in greatcoats come not to play
But raise their bugles to their lips
To remember the Fallen at the end of each day
Based on http://www.telegraph.co.uk/history/world-war-one/104...
Tuesday 7th January 2014 2:24 pm
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