Old Broken Southerly
Old broken Southerly
It all started at the beginning
As most things do and did all time ever
Starting as they ever will and doing long never day
Doing long never day before the big night
Before the big sea shimmered green
walls of water, roaring, dancing
Long blow ripping the jagged edges of the shore
Old broken Southerly kissing fish tails a plenty
Rolling white h...
Tuesday 10th March 2020 3:45 pm
Then where are you, if not here
Then where are you, if not here
Then where are you, if not here
My Love
In the everywhere of my heart
The start and ending of each day
Were the day ever to have but two kisses
Then let them be mine
My love
One, light upon my waking
Taking that sweetness into my morning
The last into my sleep
My Love
So that I might dream deep into your eyes
Then where ar...
Sunday 24th March 2019 3:05 pm
Forgotten in the Attic
Forgotten in the Attic
Old clothes in the attic
Yesterday’s peacock feathers
Indigo, blue and red
Faded profusion in the darkness
High In the loft that’s above our bed
Long gone twills and corduroy
Neatly folded in their creases
Neatly folded where they lay
All in pretty layers of their day
Brown brogues in the attic
Tinsel and baubles on the tree
Indi...
Sunday 24th March 2019 10:12 am
They Can't Hear the Music Anymore
They can’t Hear the Music Anymore
Take me back to the start again
Into the light to where words blind me
Right back into the heart again
Into the streets that run ragged
A jagged reality where no one smiles
Drinking in the world they listen silently
Volume lights blinking on maximum
Android ‘Throb Box’ wires dangle
Into the tangle that was once a thought
Eyes wid...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 10:58 am
The Angel
It was the music that he had heard first followed by all the angry madness, the garish badness, a badness in which she delighted. She was all dressed up nines and tens, her eyes flashing green over her overly played garish makeup that had frightened her youth away. The tinny tinkle of her rings and things, singing and pinging their market stall magic into the damp dirty air as they cut sharps and ...
Wednesday 18th October 2017 4:35 pm
Grow Tired Dreaming
Grow Tired Dreaming
I’m so tired of listening
long gone
sad songs baby boo
Tear stain rain city
Isn’t it a pity that
sleeping my life
I reap what I sow
Grow tired dreaming
Stars in my eyes
Prise open the day
play that song again
Over and over
Over and over
Thursday 25th August 2016 12:21 pm
A Summer Morning
One summer Morning
Came them the young boys in their thousands
One summer morning just like this
Reaching out for a mother’s kiss
The sturdy arm of a father
Came then the bullets and splintering shell
Mud and blood and ripping wire
Into smoke black and buggered hell
They’re still there in the fields beneath the flowers
In their thousands where they fell
In ...
Friday 1st July 2016 2:38 pm
Beggars and Thieves
Mouth melting eyes brightening
Blue lightening lost in a star spun moment
Milk white shoulders
Longing and wronging
Breathing kisses across alabaster warm folding
Night hidden beneath a winter tree
Mars and moon
Red to silver exchanging glances
Lust for love weaving a dream deceiving
Scheming into nowhere stealing one from another
Beggars and thieves
Thursday 18th February 2016 2:36 pm
When Fat Elvis was the King
Beatle mop tops when all you need is love
Rolling Stones not satisfied would ever fade away
In fields of wild strawberry forever hallelujahs ring
In the midnight hour how sweet it was to be loved
Oh yes indeed how sweet it was
LSD purple hearts two a Penny lane
Flower power we made love not war
When fat Elvis was the king
Fashion passion Ray
Really got me ...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:32 pm
Never Knowing
Twelve on wings of Tuesday
Lay a waste of what of and wherefore
Black and buggered streets all smoking
Came them hard all rough and riding
Cloaked in rain and armed with thunder
Like all men fore and all men after
Honour bound to hold for lifelong
Honour bound never stolen never given
Silver scabbard glinting starshine
Flashing keener yet than pain
Never knowing whe...
Sunday 17th January 2016 12:58 pm
Forever
Not a word has been spoken
Within that always moment
Eyes meeting eyes
The moist upon her lip
His smile like morning
Forever passes one to the other
Roaring, splashing, noise and colour
Weaving an electric tapestry
That will bind them both forever
As they part
Returning to the darkness
Never looking back
Tuesday 12th January 2016 5:24 pm
Will It Ever Snow Again
Will it ever snow for us again?
My lovely,
My pretty one with tousled hair and skin like milk
Fall upon fall
Spiralling feathers of ice silent as prayer
As arm in arm upon the weaving river path
We laugh toward the sleeping light of home
White over white
Indigo midnight, a thousand stars and moons
Far below winter kisses you
Light, stinging your frozen cheek
Snow u...
Friday 8th January 2016 3:02 pm
Whats in a Name
I love her name
It gently alights upon my pillow
Brushing my cheek
Soft as not to awaken me
I love her name
It dreams through my night
Taking flight before the morning
Fancy like a sweet refrain
Warm it lights the summer
Time over time
Her fragrance upon my lip
No song was ever sung as sweetly
Nor did it sound so lovely
I love her name
I love her name
Friday 10th July 2015 2:50 pm
The Wake of Dawning
Tell to me of true love stirring
Heart cold upon a somewhere stone
Beside the river fast and flowing
Beside the rivers rushes bending
Comes there firefly and sunbeam
Owl and vixen homeward fleeting
Feather and fur that smell of night
Homeward
Into the early nearly light
In the misting hint of sunlight
Hidden beneath a somewhere stone
So close to true loves calling
Near the river fast...
Monday 20th October 2014 5:30 pm
So Far Away So Long Ago
It’s starting to rain again
Running down my face again
My smile stolen
Carried far out to sea
A ragged shingle edge
Stinging
A ringing loud and clear
Shells singing in my ear
Wild white horses prancing
Dancing all ways ever
So far away
So long ago
Painting Gus Jonsson
Tuesday 7th October 2014 3:44 pm
One Day Every Day
One day every day
Tinker tailor soldier sailor
Hours all special moments fleeting
Would kiss me as lightly
Dreams passing like clouds
A veil
Amor vincit omnis
Richman poor man
Soft falling snow
All is silent not a word spoken
Sweet stolen breath of time
Beggar man thief
Tempus fugit amor manet
There will be a time forever
One day every day
...
Monday 6th October 2014 6:14 pm
In The Time It Takes
In the time it takes to turn a corner
In the going of that moment
The rain
In the time it takes to close your eyes
In the waking dread of darkness
Spiral deepest down and down
Wherein long cold fingers claw
Wherein the night grows ever darker
In the time it takes to turn a corner
In the going of that moment
The rain
In the time it takes to root and tangle
Blood red fruits await the win...
Friday 26th September 2014 9:47 am
We Are Missing You
We Are Missing You
We are missing you
The cold still air wonders where you are
A bottle of wine, chilling, waiting
Anticipating your salivations
Nipper ever listening
His white coat glistening
Vigilance rewarded
Afforded to his masters voice
We are missing you
The quiet bedroom wonders where you are
The fleur of Scotland, spread waiting
Anticipating sw...
Wednesday 5th June 2013 12:41 pm
Dark Night
What of you my darling
My dearest one
What of you within the warm shimmer of day
Fey careless heart
God gifted you dark night
For all your errant swirling dreams to sail
Far away across deep forever running seas
Storm and tempest ever
Tossing you upon some far distant shore
To sleep forever and dream amore
What of you my darling
My dearest one
Wit...
Sunday 21st April 2013 4:27 pm
My Cousin Rosebud
Razor walking, Quick Street talking, really cutting edge
hedge your bets against that a quick, humdrum, cum moment.
The rattle, tattle, big bang, don’t dillydally,
on your way home moment.
Now, its eyes down for a full lickty spit,
split right down the middle like my cousin Rosebud
a clickity, dickity girl with yesterday in her hair.
Rosebud, who keeps Ec...
Friday 15th February 2013 3:21 pm
Again and Again
It hurts again in my head again
Wide asleep into the bright blinding light
Sick of the sight again
Of the long cold night again
Pain an always ever
Never warm in my bed again
Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:09 pm
I'm Losing the Light
Saturday 8th December 2012 2:56 pm
You Never Can Tell
Wandering dark streets again
Pain and stinging rain again cutting into me like a thief
Bleeding self disgust into my coffee cup
Stirring up emotions brown sugar days a coming
I’m listening to my heart pounding table tops
Sounding out Chuck Berry
You never can tell
But none the less promises of glass lie shattered
Blood splattered and torn into a thousand shards
...
Wednesday 5th December 2012 4:05 pm
A REVIEW - Charlotte Henson's - Once More With Meaning - The Malt Bar - Bury
The expectant buzz abroad in the streets of Bury last Sunday (Bank Holiday) evening was liken to , for those old enough to remember, a crowd scene from a ‘Mad Max’ movie. Shameless and My Gypsy Wedding merging as one as tarts and farts thronged and jostled through the streets spilling noisily in and out of every club and bar. Suddenly and thankfully I was off the street and through the po...
Tuesday 8th May 2012 10:50 am
Still a Little Crazy
Lion King in your sheepish sweet meadow sleep
Reap the rough and tumble sure shot
Firing from the hip hop spot music slot
Shooting for the star edges of the farthest flung
Hey ho!
You are a shag bag wrung out to dry
Try rock and roll and watch Judy lights shining
Tit tattle speak easy jelly talk
Tumble ...
Friday 4th May 2012 6:28 pm
REVIEW - WOL 'Ring of Bells' Middleton
For all of those trembling on the brink, all wannabe poetry performers, as yet uninitiated and still afraid to stand-up on an open mike night, WOL Middleton night at the Ring of Bells is just up your street.
I was last to climb the ladder of a steep staircase to the cosy room upstairs at Middleton’s Ring of bells, I was warmly welcomed by the words of our compare Gemma ,( I’m pregnant...
Monday 23rd April 2012 8:49 pm
The Stolen Smile
Tears of rain streaked across the blinded eyes of the small shops and cafes that lined the narrow High Street, as muted sounds of a Christian Sunday morning could be clearly heard from behind the heavy oak doors of the Kingdom Hall. God’s gentle music rose up upon the squalling wind into the rain only to pitch tinkling and drumming from the roof tiles until splashing down onto the shining pavem...
Monday 16th April 2012 8:28 pm
Into The Light
He kissed your eyes in sleep talk
Taking your hand he led you to that first morning
Into the light
Into the early pearly light that brightened the furthest edge of day
Where he gifted you beauty radiant within you like suns rising
Where he scattered gold and ruby stone in your hair shining
Into the light
He painted yo...
Wednesday 4th April 2012 10:55 am
Jefferama Opens at Bolton’s Gothic Drop Inn
Silhouetted against cold and darkening skies the vast Victorian monolith known as Brooklyn threw open its weathered creaking doors to a small band of foolhardy poets brave enough to enter.
The nervous throng of poets and musical wannabes were invited into what was once the master’s sumptuous bedchambers, sadly long neglected. Forgiving the backdrop of attic trivia and old bikes, one could n...
Monday 19th March 2012 11:38 pm
When Neptune Filled His Boots (Nonsense)
When Bibble he would a bounding swim
Boundless glore upon his fizzog
Splashed he breastie ways and overlimb
Swimming swifty like a croc log
Quiet stealth he’d swimmy creep
Both overland and overseas
Until upon toasted stooks he’d leap
Climbed the highest Groolam trees
Came then Krabb and turning Turtle
Came then coughing Doobah birds
Nurbling yams and wee...
Saturday 10th March 2012 8:36 pm
The Last Ferry
I still dream of the Solent’s bottle green,
of gentle sea splashing against the weed clad legs of the dark jetty.
Comes then a steal of wind carrying a kiss of the sea wetting your cheek,
as raucous rusted
ferry chains ring out over the darkening estuary.
Roosted high upon her boatyard perch
a gull watches quietly from beneath downy white wing
as night p...
Monday 20th February 2012 2:10 pm
He Found a Diamond
He found a diamond
A fire too hot to handle
Burning his fingers
Burning his cold toes
Keeping his ear to the ground
Quietly like a mouse
Quietly like snowfall
He stole into the brightness
A lightness of touch
A lightness a foot
He trod where angels fear to
Stepping into hell
Stepping out lightly
Into a future long past
...Friday 17th February 2012 4:31 pm
Just Another Line
Chase, rattle rings and things, Charlie chasing lady.
Moon pools sparkle beneath her thick black lashes
brushing away the lazy dampness of later midnight.
Yellow bright lights piss quick, dippy dancing a crazy
to faraway Manchester.
Blue note bozos tattooed black wait in tattered corners,
graffiti floozy Queens peddle push all ways.
Sirens table talk swee...
Sunday 12th February 2012 5:58 pm
Brown as Comfort
Kiss she dabble touch lady
Lately lady gentle cool linger smile
Warm in her deep dream eyes
Brown as comfort
Drinking in my every all
Deep into her sigh upon perfumed sigh
Comes then sleep pillow kissed prayer
Comes then every longest forever never night
Wide asleep wretched until the bright of morn
Thursday 4th August 2011 12:28 pm
Beneath her Contemptuous Gaze
Somewhere underfoot beneath her contemptuous gaze
Grinding and crushing
Blood rushing to her head
Misting bloody red
Wine and roses lay scattered
Dreams and schemes splattered
Left then right spinning into the vicious plight awaiting
Cold, colder yet as cruellest roaring sea
Light her slender form struck out at me
Red pretty toenails sharp as razors pledge th...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 6:16 pm
Brightlight Bad Dream
Lay Lay
Rings and stings and things that jingle
Fly me chromium plated to the start
Wet and warm beneath tangerine streets
Head and shoulders above the rest
Lay Lay
Trickling and tickling and things that glow
Burnt out gas blue...
Friday 4th March 2011 6:43 pm
A Sure Sign of Fair Weather
Through the small scullery window above the gleaming Belfast china sink, I could see clear across the River Medina on Saturday mornings.
'A sure sign of fair weather', my mother would say.
She was always right; it never rained on Saturday mornings.
Instead of rain, my father, who was separated from my mother, would visit us, straight off the night shift ostensibly to give my mother ...
Wednesday 2nd March 2011 3:42 pm
A World,s Turn Away
The velvet dusted sleeve of night
Dark and darker yet to light the moon
Bejewelled silken cuff of ocean
Whets the appetite of dream
Vivid beneath all heavens splendour
Vivid beneath satin dancing splashes
Soft agin warm earth's mantle
Skirts of bright embroidered ruby
Skirts of bright all jet and golden
Rose lace billows petticoat dawn...
Tuesday 22nd February 2011 7:12 pm
Flowers in the Rain
Loveliness alights
Kiss
Soft upon trembling lip
Sweetness
Flowers in the rain
Deepest red
The sun honey darkest amber
Gold sweeps edges of night
Moon clouds stealing starlight
Where under
Lovers
Dream sleep
Until morning never comes
Friday 18th February 2011 3:26 pm
Flowers in the Rain
Loveliness did kiss them
Light upon trembling lip
Sweetness
Flowers in the rain
Deepest red
The sun honey darkest amber
Gold sweeps edges of night
Moon clouds stealing starlight
Where under
Lovers
Dream sleep
Friday 18th February 2011 3:26 pm
Bucket and Spade (Childhood)
I recall the rain
Crying into my dreams
No charabanc for me
No trip to the sea
Squalling
The gusting wind scattered my broken heart
All ways like grains of sand
My bucket and spade
Laid
Hand in hand upon my bedroom floor
Friday 28th January 2011 1:58 pm
Raged a Wind
In a time of gone forgotten
Black the dark before the first dawn
Black the delirium and the fury
Raged a wind so cold and cruel
Beneath the torment in the heavens
Beneath the everlasting storm
Came there flame and billowing sulphurs
Came there stench and vile chaos
In a time of gone forgotten
Wherein putrid groun...
Tuesday 25th January 2011 4:37 pm
Wave Over Wave (To the memory of a very good friend of mine that I never met)
Wave over wave
Stretching to measure time the darkness
Searching salt raw edges of the sea
Yellowing his ragged memories
Dream a once ago that had been kinder
Wave over wave
Watchers gather upon still waters
Weaving his love and lives to wear
Laying his lonely angel sleeping
Moments ebb and tide waits for no man
Wave over wave
...
Thursday 13th January 2011 5:30 pm
Waiting for 'Big'
Crazy feeling
I’m still alive kicking up a storm
Crash bang bitch talk
Yes oh yes
The sort of talk that I like when I have a mind
Don’t you know?
Like you didn’t know
Lay me like a blade cold as chrome
Crawdaddy kisses down my spine
They burn like ice
Mind and eye filling
Spilling over and over with stingsong
The gone wrong too ...
Tuesday 21st December 2010 3:45 pm
Her Space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of grace and favour
Her femininity to savour
Oh how I adore her space
Her secret nook and cranny
Oh how I adore her space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of lace and French silk
Her blood red nails and her thighs of milk
Oh how I adore her space
...
Friday 19th November 2010 6:55 pm
Jake (This poem was written for a very dear friend on the loss of her true and faithful friend)
My big golden boy
Barking at the stars
Mars a million billion light years
As my tears crystal into the cold night air
Bringing me rare moments of love and laughter
Dreaming ever after of my big golden boy
My big golden boy
Barking at the stars
Trying to catch the clouded moon
A silver balloon within a thousand l...
Monday 8th November 2010 3:14 pm
Measuring The Moment ( Listening To The Seashell)
Can you hear the nothing to nowhere wind?
Measuring a moment
Somewhere lost in the far away
The never to come or go again
Sunset
Red strokes of night slash bleeding to the edge
White sands stinging
Crystal kissing
Brownest eyes and tumbling hair
Pretty toes and yellow shells
Measuring a moment
Step...
Friday 29th October 2010 5:30 pm
Beneath the Umbrella Tree
Beneath the umbrella tree
The where I am tree of who I used to be
Spreads entwined wet bright vine
Ringed by rolling rusting iron seats
Dull diesel fume from a single decker green bus
The town hall clock beats out time
Across municipal gardens and abandoned lawnmower
‘The Spurs’ cafe remains open
Wednesday aft...
Tuesday 26th October 2010 4:22 pm
The Plate and the Spoon (FREEDOM)
Oh! How I wish
Said the plate to the spoon
As side by side they lay
That I could be given freedom
From bearing food
For just for one whole day
I carry their cake
Their bread and their tart
And To them it doesn’t matter
That me a little platter
Should have feelings
Of the heart
Oh! Hush you now
Sighed the silver spoon
Be...
Wednesday 13th October 2010 7:10 pm
Just Singing and Dancing
Oh!
What a day
What an extraordinary day
I am standing here in the rain
Tears streaming down my face
Drip drip dripping
Dropping from my chin
Soaking my beating breast
Pouring out my heart
To anyone
Who will sing and dance with me
Wednesday 6th October 2010 8:11 pm
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