GFMA Poetry, Spoken Word & Music Night (May 2024)
Monday 13th May 2024 3:57 pm
The Greatest Sadness
The Greatest Sadness
A life now gone, forever no more
Taken by the person on whom,
It was so, preciously bestowed upon
The reason never understood,
Unless having there once stood
At first, the mind-numbing, utter shock
Then endless, unanswerable questions
The grave sense of confusion, guilt and anger,
A whole wrath of conflicting, unhelpful emotions,
To this, the saddest of all preve...
Monday 10th October 2022 10:18 am
That Night
That Night (June, 2017)
I didn’t really feel I had the right, to write about that night,
Because I was on the other-side of town, safely in a house, tucked up tight...
I didn’t really feel I had the right, to write about that night,
Because I am not considered poor, and am classed indigenously white...
I didn’t really feel I had the right, to write about that night,
Because I won’t ever ...
Friday 10th June 2022 9:17 am
Some Life Affirming Moment
Some Life Affirming Moment
Amidst the monotonous, suffocating, monochrome greys and browns
A sudden sighting of a sharp, piercing shape of other confounds,
Immediately reigniting past, pastoral, long-forgotten scenes
Where absolutely nothing else now matters, but to be lost in this dream
Slowly and unsurely, a bloody, muddy, sinewy bone-shaking hand,
Reaches out to the mesmerisingly flo...
Friday 12th November 2021 9:55 am
Tommies Gone
'All About the Boys' by Robert J. Fanshawe.
About the final days of Wilfred Owen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lUVykzfJJY&t
TOMMIES GONE
Don’t really know what,
We’re fighting for
But as they, cheer us on
And make, such noise
We proudly, sing this song,
‘All about the Boys’
We’re doing it for King and Coun...
Thursday 11th November 2021 11:36 am
An Unexpected Garden Guest
Outside, I spied in wonder,
An enormous Elephant Hawk-Moth Caterpillar,
As it writhed up beside me one day,
Just in time to take its breakfast order
With his trunk out in front, and a large dark body,
The full-length, of my largest forefinger,
Leaving me to linger, at the sight of such an affront,
Upon my unsuspecting veranda
“So what would you like, for your first bite,
To break your f...
Wednesday 10th November 2021 5:23 pm
When The Fall-Out Settles by Andrew G. Ogleby
When The Fall-Out Settles
When the fall-out settles
Who will want to remember, all the Old Battles
Who will want to remember, all the Glorious wins and scores,
The crushing defeats and despairing draws?
When the fall-out settles
Who will want to remember, the exact details
Of all, that was said and done,
The wasted time, that’s gone,
And remain consumed, by that yet to come?
...
Monday 11th January 2021 11:48 am
When The Fall-Out Settles
When The Fall-Out Settles
When the fall-out settles
Who will want to remember, all the Old Battles
Who will want to remember,
All the Glorious wins and scores,
The crushing defeats and despairing draws?
When the fall-out settles
Who will want to remember, the exact details
Of all, that was said and done,
The wasted time, that’s gone,
And remain consumed, by that yet to come?
When...
Saturday 21st November 2020 11:26 am
Hashbrown Town
I took a trip down Hashbrown Town,
To take a look around, and found,
Everything there, was textured-triangle
With angles rounded, and not at all Square
Unlike Toblerone Town, where everything is,
Monochrome mocha, with sides geometrically true
T'was more akin to deep-down, Old Dorito City way
Having uneven slopes, covered in a crispy-golden hue
Milling around, downtown Hashbrown Town,
...
Monday 30th December 2019 1:53 pm
A Nature of London
Violent splashes of survival,
Thriving through cracks in walls
And drab pavement slabs
The City's lungs losing their bark,
As they choke down its gargling soup
Pigeons dining out on spew
Left behind by someone who,
Had one too many over their few
Whilst the parakeets' sudden startling screech,
Almost knocks small ones off-a their feet
The Capital Fox on the prowl,
After the wanton s...
Monday 30th December 2019 1:49 pm
Searching for the Spirit of the Season
Searching for the Spirit of the Season
Searching for something we can believe in
Searching for the rhyme and the reason,
That undefinable and indisputable feeling
But where to be found?
Up in sky or down upon ground,
Amongst trees or far out to sea,
Or around the hearth of a loving family?
From presents received and given,
Or from the depths of solitude,
That deserted walls have hidd...
Saturday 28th December 2019 10:34 am
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