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The Raising Of The Trickster

The Raising Of The Trickster

 

When the western sky turns slowly into the colour of an old bruise

And the last orange streaks of daylight bleed from the setting sun

A cold white vapour swirls through the fields of corn its fingers prising apart the stalks

As the lands of Albion darken and strange noises start to crawl from the mist.

 

At the edge of the fields there sprawls a ...

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Ghost Towns

Ghost Towns

 

Somewhere off the data highway

Quite close to router sixty-six

There lies a ghost town of splintered glass

A graveyard of useless stones and bricks

 

This is where the glitterati lived

They used to come in rumbling hoards

Stumbling through automatic doors

they walked the aisles of shiny floors

 

Nothing there now but skeletal racks

Dust settled ...

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We Get It!

We Get It!

 

We get it

It’s dangerous

Lethal, I think they said

We hide indoors

Obey the laws

It’s better than being dead

 

We get it

But it won’t harm

Getting a hug or two

It’s Christmas after all

And deserved

After what we’ve all been through

 

We get it

The vaccine’s near

So we’ll all end up being alright

A kiss

Under the mistletoe

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A November Haunting

A November Haunting

 

Halloween

Has come and gone

Leaving us with its

Vicious little demons

 

The howling wind

Screaming down the chimney

Like a banshee

 

Brittle twigs

Whipping along the windows

tiny scratching claws

of desperation

 

A wolf howl

Through the eaves

 

The cloying damp touch

Of dead leaves

 

Ice cold drizzle

Down th...

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The Unknown Soldier's Prayer

The Unknown Soldier’s Prayer

 

I could be your husband, father, son.

The lost bones of another pointless war.

A flag to drape across my resting place,

transported from a distant, hostile shore.

 

I could have been a tinker, tailor, thief ,

lying here for a century and more,

those passing trades mean little to me - now

the angry guns have relinquished their roar.

 

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Wraith

Wraith

 

We all reach that point in life

Where Halloween holds no magic

The ragged clothes and haggard looks

The pale of face and wrinkled mask

The wild unkempt hair of cobwebs

The brittle touch of ancient hand

 

The racing heartbeat

Pounding out its horror rhythm

The nervous look into dark corners

Death waiting across the grey veil

A cold sweat and night chi...

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Spirits

Spirits

 

The first

Showed me how it had been

The laughter and the tears

Sliced turkey

Rich juices flowing

Lights and tinsel

Greens and reds and silvers

The smell of pine

Needles on the carpet

Arguments and recriminations

Old wounds opened

New wounds pierced

This was how it was

 

The second

Showed me how it is

Lonely day holy night

The only ...

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Damnation Trail

Damnation Trail

 

Through forests dark and shadowed vale

He follows the damnation trail

Along the river’s twisted course

Through bracken thick and clutching gorse

The ancient path cut through the land

He walks with devil’s hand in hand

 

And where his steps flatten the crops

No more will grow the wheat and hops

For he has footsteps cast in death

He steals the fa...

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Corruption

Corruption

 

Here in the verdant meadows

All on a summer’s day

The dreaded army of the dark

Met with the noble fey

They fought until the long sundown

And the lost blood of the dead

Soaked into the sacred ground

And turned the roses red

 

When the fight was over

And the legion of the flies

Had swarmed across the corpses

Stealing hope from sightless eyes

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CrowLore

Crow Lore

 

We sit and watch the world go by

On fences long and oak trees high

The waxing moon the setting sun

We are the crows of Albion

 

We chronicle the human ways

Their restless nights and confused days

Mother, daughter, father, son

We are the crows of Albion

 

Our stories written down in books

Guarded well by crows and rooks

And no one knows what we ...

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Prophecy

Prophecy

 

The crows tell of the walking man

Who travels fields by day and night

The walking man who’s not a man

Who strides between the dark and light

 

Soulless, cursed to stumble through

The endless hedgerows of the land

He wished for life but walks in death

He is the sweet prince of the damned

 

The hares and rabbits run from him

The fox and wolf walk by ...

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Lazarus Curse

Lazarus Curse

 

I trudge across these ancient lands

Where crops are reared by human hands

And all I leave are footsteps deep

a crop the scythe will never reap

 

I see the changing seasons turn

The new shoots grow, bonfires burn

From the soil the world will grow

I track the sacred rivers flow

 

These things of beauty pass me by

I have no soul I cannot die

F...

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Resurrected

Resurrected

 

Down here where the beetles crawl

Where the leaves of autumn fall

A spider’s web of veins uncoil

To animate the resurrected

 

Sap permeates the ancient heart

A life’s blood for another start

Coursing through the body

Of the newly resurrected

 

Orbs of light spark into eyes

The keening of a newborn’s cries

Escapes the brittle twisted lips

T...

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Apothecary

Apothecary

 

Beneath the ancient gallows tree

There sits an old apothecary

Where deep within its ancient rooms

Resides an old man selling ‘shrooms

That he has harvested from soil

Of graveyards where the serpents coil

And if the ache screams in your joints

Just follow where the way-marker points.

 

The place smells of dust and moist mildew

And the foul dark liqui...

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White Witch Of Winter

White Witch Of Winter

 

Corvus the white witch

Once flew the sky on crow’s wings

And fed on battlefield dead

She ate the hearts of serfs and kings

But soon she lost the taste for flesh

And transformed into what winter brings

Her skin is cold to human touch

She feasts on other-worldly things

 

She turns snowflakes into blizzards

Freezes your blood and tears

Sh...

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The Pumpkin Queen

The Pumpkin Queen

 

The pumpkin queen is orange

Like the colour of her fruits

She wears a giant apron

And polished hob-nailed boots

She has a heart as big as Oceans

And helps others when it suits

The pumpkin queen is deeper than

An oak tree’s ancient roots

 

She sits in regal glory

On a throne of wood and leaves

And will animate her chosen one

As long as i...

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Messiah Of The Fields

Messiah Of The Fields

 

They left me hanging on a cross

The saviour of the summer crops

Just rag and straw so no great loss

My blood is in the wheat and hops

 

I faced the black and vicious hoard

Their coal cruel eyes and sharpened beaks

I am the ragged overlord

Who scares the crow yet never speaks

 

They pray to me to save their soils

From dark boned devils ...

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Britannia Waives The Rules

Britannia Waives The Rules

 

Rule Britannia?

Britannia waives the rules

Encourages returning to the pubs

Puts students back in schools

One rule for the inebriated

One to avoid uneducated fools

The slavering wolf of commerce

Rolls its bloodshot eyes and drools

 

Britain’s never, never, never

Shall be slaves?

Burying its vulnerable

In Covid-shallow graves

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Aching All Over

Aching All Over

 

My back aches and my head aches

And my eyes ache in bright light

My arms ache and my hands ache

When I go to bed at night

But when anybody asks me

I just say that ‘I’m alright’

Aching All Over

 

My ears ache when I listen

To those heavy metal hits

My stomach aches after a curry

My arse aches after the shits

My toes and fingers ache

As ...

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The Mound

The Mound

 

It started way back when I was a child

One cold November night in sixty-four

Old furniture and windfall from the trees

Piled high into a mound of combustibles

 

Each year new kindling was added to ashes

That had smudged the verdant back garden lawn

Layer upon layer added to the blackened hill

That was gradually growing towards the sky

 

One year I lo...

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To The Saint Of Lost Causes

To The Saint Of Lost Causes

 

Melancholy Monday

Brown sugar blues

In the same vein

As your father

 

But you never made it

Across the river

To the other side

 

When you combine

The names of flawed giants

Who have fallen by the wayside

More than once

There is a grim

Divination

 

You leave us

Those sweet moments

From the Tennessee sun

To ...

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Turning Mirrors

Turning Mirrors

 

Roll up, Roll Up

For the job swap circus

Where the occupations

Of minor celebrities

Drawn to the power

Of politics

Are filled by the learned

Men they depose

 

Hanz Folckhart the physicist

Walks on a tightrope

Whilst juggling the balls

Of the theory of gravity

Bernard Bochelli a notable chemist

Throws great custard pies

At the blo...

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The Bayonet In The Shed [REPOST with audio]

I'm reposting this poem with the audio I recorded of it (as a song) to commemorate my father and the other soldiers who fought during WW2 in Asia - The Forgotten Army of Burma - for the 75th Anniversary of VJ Day

 

The Bayonet In The Shed

 

He put it there in forty nine,

in a woodworm riddled drawer,

wrapped it in a greasy rag.

A remnant from the war.

On top of it he laid h...

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Dog Day

Dog Day

 

The day was hot

Hot and humid

Stretching out

Into a dog day afternoon

 

The boy was young

Young and stupid

Stretching out

Beneath the furnace sun

 

The tarn was cold

Cold and ruthless

Stretching out

Along the sunny banks

 

The swim was exhilarating

Exhilarating and cooling

Stretching out

And heading for the shore

 

The tar...

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Otherness

Otherness

 

We all know they’re riddled with Otherness

And they’re bringing it over here

I don’t care if they have the same body parts

It’s their Otherness that I fear

They’ll only have to look at you

And you’ll catch their Otherness too

They’ll be lazy, scrounging, Otherness spreading

Heathens – not like me and you

 

I bet they had lives of champaign and caviar

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Covid Mary

Covid Mary

 

This world is made of razorblades and bile

Where every step is dangerous to tread

Bloody footprints stretch out mile after mile

Leading to the bone mansions of the dead

They chew on rotting meat and bitter wine

And breath the fetid air of charnel house

The graveyards filled with beggars is a sign

Of every corrupt moral they espouse

In darkened rooms they ...

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Curfew

Curfew

 

Leave the light on – lock the door

This ritual plays out each Friday

A barrier to the debauched reveller

Who slips behind the clock returning home

 

A curfew for the beer vampire

Who will only find a soothing bed

If father specifically invites him in

After knocking twice and shouting through the letterbox

 

This ancient tribal face off

Between uprigh...

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The Turning Of The Tide

The Turning Of The Tide

 

Walking along the beach at sunset

A romantic moment at holiday’s end

The sand and condoms slip between our toes

The dying red rays reflecting in rock pools of piss

And glinting off discarded coco-cola bottles

Children collecting the shell-like husks of food cartons

And skimming smooth flat plastic plates into the sea

Surf lapping gently against ...

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Amputation & Education

Amputation & Education

 

Some wounds won’t scab over

As some wounds never heal

They are infected by colonial blades

That hot irons won’t seal

Puss filled abominations

tainted by avarice and greed

you cannot absolve the guilty knife

whilst open wounds still bleed

 

You say ‘history was not written in pencil,

You cannot rub it out’

It’s not what it was written ...

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One Hundred Days In Plague Town

One Hundred Days In Plague Town

 

I met a man in Plague Town

With bird’s beak and a long black coat

He carried a cane in his left hand

He spoke to me and I quote:
‘Don’t travel far from your fire son

Go runaway and hide

For Fear stalks the streets of Plague Town

Some are ill and others have died’

 

So I went back home as he told me

And I sat and counted the days

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Insomniac

Insomniac

 

The floorboards above

Crack like rheumatic bones

Late at night

The house groans

And wind whispers

Through the open windows

 

The curtains open

The lights out

The darkness presses

Against the window

A streetlight drops

White light on the path

 

I can see a pale moon

Crawling through the trees

A cat sashays

Beneath the porch opposi...

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Six Grandfathers

Six Grandfathers

 

There is a mountain in the Black Hills of South Dakota

Where the sculptor Gutzon Borglum chiselled rock

Into the shape of four gigantic heads

Symbolising birth, growth, development, preservation

Sixty foot high lies on the formation of a nation

Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt and Lincoln

You were not here at this great lands birth

You stole it and sha...

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Marketplace

Marketplace

 

This space is like a ghost town

Trestle tables row on row

Echoing with the hustle bustle

Vendors cries of long ago

 

I held my mother’s hand

And listened to them shout

‘apples sixpence a pound

Come on get your money out!’

 

Comics stored in cardboard boxes

Toys stacked high on stands

Gleaming in the Friday sun

Just out of reach of sticky h...

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Spells

Spells

 

She paints pebbles with rainbows

And places them on walls

Poetry on larger stones

For others to find

 

It is a small act of kindness

Of acknowledging our plight

She takes the paints and daubs

Her handprint on a slate

 

All over the footpaths and walks

Her art is left to the elements

A bright sun shining

through dark clouds

 

the people wh...

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Old Vic

Old Vic

 

Once these doors close

The lights are dimmed

They may never open again

 

The soft ghosts of actors

Fading in our memory

Leaving only distant echoes

 

The bright gaudy costumes

The greasepaint and powders

All left where they last fell

 

The empty seats collect dust

The stage becomes a mausoleum

Of tragedy and comedy

 

Pennies draining ...

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Needles & Thread

Needles & Thread

 

I remember her sat at an old Singer sewing machine

Turning the handle in the half-light of autumn

Making dresses and skirts for herself

So that precious pennies could be invested in children

 

She made me a Lone Ranger mask

From remnants of black cloth

She had left from one of her creations

I wore it with pride and a whoop and a holler

 

When ...

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We Never Suspected A Thing

We Never Suspected A Thing

 

Serial Killer

Feathers on the patio

Innocent soft eyes

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You Could Own An Upright Piano

You Could Own An Upright Piano

 

You could own an upright piano

The newspaper advert said

And although I can’t play one

The words got messing with my head

 

We had one when I was a young boy

It stood in the front room, unused

Because no one in our house could play it

So it left all our visitors bemused

 

Well – actually – I could play ‘Chopsticks’

And my gran...

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Hand Count

Hand Count

 

Sixty times a minute

I have travelled round this face

Three thousand six hundred times an hour

I have faithfully kept pace

Eighty six thousand four hundred times a day

I’ve ticked along

Six hundred and four thousand eight hundred times a week

Always right and never wrong

Eighteen million one hundred and forty four thousands times an average month

Relen...

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Bull In A China Shop

Bull In A China Shop

 

‘all breakages must be paid for’

She told the bull in the china shop

As he stamped his hooves impatiently

And snorted through his ringed nostrils

 

So he tiptoed around glass cabinets

Admiring the fine white porcelain

The delicate hand painted vases

The plates and cup and saucers

 

Until he saw the red beating heart

Pumping rhythmically...

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The Dig

The Dig

 

Thousands of years later

They found the sacred site

And used their soft sable brushes

To clear the earth from their finds

Here was what looked like a drinking vessel

Owned by a Covid-19 man called Persil

And look part of a plate with the lettering McDon

So possibly owned by someone from the Northern Zone

Inflation devices with logos of Asda and Lidl

Ancie...

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Eye Of The Storm

Eye Of The Storm

 

The black clouds gather

Heavy rain drops splat

There is iron on your tongue

The bitter taste of storm

Head thick with thunder

White light splits the sky

The trailing crack rattles windows

A cat cowers beneath a bush

Shivering in its fear

The deluge follows

Straight javelins of rain

You lift your head back

As the heavens empty

Water fi...

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Independence Day

Independence Day

 

At first they said ‘infect the herd’

but experts told us ‘that’s absurd,

you will cause deaths in the old.

What sort of shepherd risks the fold?’

So they put the cattle in the pen

only to be let out when

the time was right, or so they said,

they didn’t want their people dead.

The woolybacks baa’d and the daft cows moo’d

And farmer Boris calculate...

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Lucky Coins

Lucky Coins

 

It would have been about nineteen seventy-seven

Outside The College pub at ‘Closing Time’

When I nearly stumbled over an old man

Lying by a slate stone wall.

 

He was dressed in dark clothes and had grey hair

That lay across his face

So that his features were obscured

And he was trying to pull himself up to his feet

 

I stepped towards him and help...

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Lockdown Birthday

Lockdown Birthday

 

We walked up from the river

Beneath a canopy of trees

The air was filled with birdsong

On a warm and gentle breeze

The sun was high in the June sky

The road stretched out ahead

We drank some wine together

shared cheese and new baked bread

 

After lunch we wandered home

The air was hot and hazy

Then we sat around and drunk beer

Refused t...

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Mask

Mask

 

Mask

Covers face

Unknown eyes watching

Religious tolerance found wanting

Fear

 

Mask

Double standards

Stops the spread

Of disease and death

Secure

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Save The Planet & Your Heart

Save The Planet & Your Heart

 

The seed drill not the fracking drill

Will serve our country best

The vegetables not the beasts we kill

Will be humanities test

Plague is never spread

from the fruits of the earth

when we pay such a heavy price

what is a carcass worth?

 

From cattle, bird or bat

There spreads human disease

Letting the gristle and the fat

Brin...

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Mischievous Pedant

I wanted to wish him happy Fathers Day

But according to pedantic Facebook chatter

I’m not allowed to do that any more

Because hashtag ‘All Parents Matter’

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The Biff!

The Biff!

 

I’ve seen it happen anywhere

Rochdale on a pouring down Sunday afternoon

Melbourne on a baking hot Saturday

Featherstone on a cold midwinter Friday night

Sydney on a misty winter Wednesday

The Biff!

 

At the eruption of a scrumdown wrestle

The stiff arm of a bewitched fullback

As a dancing standoff sidesteps his frame

A punch that comes from the seco...

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Creation Myth

Creation Myth

 

If you were God

You would create a back story

On how you came to be

 

Something about a mother

And a father coming together

 

You would gradually create

The world around you

And the history of what went before

In order to keep you sane

 

You would form existence

to fit your needs

And each thing learned new

Would be to satisfy the r...

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Blurry

Blurry

 

The world through a net curtain

Since the blood vessel burst in my eye

A Jackson Pollock of dark splatter

Swirling and whirling like oil on water

Swooping and looping like dragons

Drifting in ancient skies

 

One good eye doing the work of two

And suddenly you are vulnerable

Knowing that losing that one too

Would be blindness waiting to happen

So you ...

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Return To Jungle Land

Return To Jungle Land

 

The windows are thrown open

Somewhere Springsteen’s ‘Jungle Land’

Spreads saxophone and horns

Into the humid north west air

There is sweat and naked flesh

In the room on Mountbatten Avenue

Where young love consummates

On white linen sheets

 

The rats have deserted the city

Where there are no restaurant takeaways

Cascading from backstre...

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Chucked

Chucked

 

Dear Clark - I write this letter as a way to say goodbye,

I know we’ve dated many years and I know I said I’d try

to get over all your little quirks that really drive me mad,

but I can’t, you see, and so for me It’s all ending rather sad.

 

It’s the way you seem to run away when things are getting tough,

If your penchant to hide in phone boxes wasn’t reason enough

...

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Half Time

Half Time

 

I was playing centre half

With Athletic five nil up

In a prestigious third round tie

Of the Inter-City Cup

Sunday morning football

After beer the night before

The referee blew for half time

It was a disappointing score

 

The captain’s girlfriend Elsie

Brought a tray of oranges out

Some of us took one and sucked

And tried to forget the rout

T...

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Patriot?

Patriot?

 

Young Tommy didn’t get irony, cross,

he set off with the boneheads and boots

to guard statues of old Winston Churchill.

Signalling intent with their Nazi salutes.

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The Last Breath Of Evening

The Last Breath Of Evening

 

The sky is bruised purple at the last breath of evening

The air stilled from violent storms before the last breath of evening

 

From the new sunrise and the slow burn of a waking day

Stretching ahead in unknown pleasures to the last breath of evening

 

A day of honest work and muscles that ache

With the strain of reaching the last breath of e...

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Plague Doctor

Plague Doctor

 

One thing this plague has taught us

Is that close proximity can be lethal

You could be a carrier of ideas

Asymptomatic in their spread

Just your unthoughtful actions

Triggering others to violence

 

You could infringe on the personal space

Of other people’s beliefs

Carelessly trampling over them

By thinking only of your own gratification

Endang...

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Sell Me Something More Than Snake Oil And Lies

Sell Me Something More Than Snake Oil And Lies

 

They say that pulling down statues

Is rewriting history

As though the sculptors who made them

Were historians

And not some commissioned artist

Doing what he was told

 

Sell me something more than snake oil and lies

 

It is a form of history

Cast in the wealthy viewpoint

From the stance of the privileged

It’s...

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New Normal

New Normal

 

We hang around like statues

At McDonalds and Ikea

We wait in line for haircuts

Or to grab a pint of beer

We stand apart together

Following the six foot rule

We can gather for a shopping trip

But not to go to school

 

We spy upon our neighbours

And complain at barbeques

We daren’t go too far from the house

Because of lack of loos

We wear a m...

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Satan's Dustbin

Satan’s Dustbin

 

Satan, at number 666, is putting out the bins

Which are overflowing with hatred and all of mankind’s sins

The refuse collectors stay away they refuse to go near

Part of it’s the cloying smell and part of it’s just fear

Despite the warning label clearly stating ‘no hot ash’

He insists on putting them in there along with all the trash

The sad truth of his be...

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Clang!

Clang!

 

Across the centuries

A clanging sound

The clang of a statue

As it falls to the ground

The clang of ideology

Toppling from its perch

The clang of the chains

And the swish of the birch

 

The clang of a bell

Ringing across the land

The clang of the people

As they make a stand

The clang of oppression

And the clang of the strange

And the clang...

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The Midas Touch

The Midas Touch

 

I saved the life of Lady Luck

And as a thank you I was told

That all I touched metaphorically

Would surely turn to gold

This gift came with a caveat

That seemed to be quite fair

I mustn’t get too greedy

Or all would turn to despair

 

And from that day without a doubt

I’ve found this to be true

I’ve won small bets on horseracing

And a game...

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The Truth Of Colour

The Truth Of Colour

 

The colour of humanity

Is not white skin

Or black skin

Not brown skin

Or yellow skin

 

It is the red blood

Of a beating heart

 

A blue shield

Is not the colour of humanity

When it takes a life

 

And all the greys

of muddled opinions

cannot change the truth

 

that a man could not breathe

because his skin colour

was...

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Hoodoo

Hoodoo

 

The hoodoos rested here a while

And turned to face the great Bow River

Rocks and pine trees at their backs

This family of albino giants

Wind hewn and born of the water

White wolves of the sedimentary

Standing on the Inuit trail

That led them from the turqoise tumult

 

Towering to Alberta skies

That shimmer in the August heat

These monoliths of time s...

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Banana Republican

Banana Republican

 

He’s totally bananas

He’s cowardly custard

He nods like a daffodil

His views are all mustard

 

He thinks he’s a dandy lion

He’s a long streak of piss

Frail as a buttercup

With acute jaundice

 

He smells of hell’s sulphur

His hair is fake blonde

And he looks like old weeds

That died in a pond

 

He tweets like a canary

That’s ...

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It Rained Today

It Rained Today

 

It rained today

Breaking the strangling heat

But it wasn’t a cleansing rain

It didn’t dilute the colour of our skin

Or wash away the blood on our streets

 

It just soaked

The lonely man erecting barricades

So that McCars could McQueue for McBurgers

As consumerism kicked back in

And the deluge began

 

The air felt clearer though

Cracked...

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What Have You Got

TRIGGER WARNING: contains profanity and quoted use of racist language

 

What Have You Got?

 

What have you got

When you haven’t got a tweet

That will work on the masses

And keep them off the street

When your corrupt policies

Are all laid bare

And the people are as unruly

As your fake blonde hair

 

What have you got

When it all goes South

In pillow case ...

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Pandora's Box

Pandora’s Box

 

barbeques and beaches

your own little playground

complaining about others

who sit in your space

 

incandescent

that schools are reopening

while little Johnny plays

with his mates in the park

 

lighting a fire

to cremate your pork chops

on the grass and heathlands

where sparks are bullets

 

leaving B&Q

with a six foot mirror

t...

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Mustn't Grumble

Mustn’t Grumble

 

Thinks he’s the bee’s knees

One big bumble

He’s doing his best

Mustn’t grumble

 

All around

Dreams start to crumble

Chin up chaps

Mustn’t grumble

 

Gets his words

All in a jumble

An Eton boy

So mustn’t grumble

 

Discontent

Begins to rumble

He’s such a card

Mustn’t grumble

 

Staggering on

He’s bound to stumble

...

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Ritual

Ritual

 

It is a grey morning

I am awake early

The backdoor is open

And cool air enters the kitchen

My father is on his knees

Scrubbing a wire brush

On the fire grate

Newspapers on the floor

He takes a rag

And pours black lead

Onto the stiffened fibres

Then he smears it

Onto the scrubbed surfaces

He balls up the newspaper

And throws it on the hearth

...

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Away The Lad

Away The Lad

 

When you haven’t got a friend

Or a carer you can reach

Then plan a family trip

To the better equipped North East

County Durham’s nice this time of year

Or so I hear them say

And simply by happenstance

It’s only my wife’s birthday

 

You see me and the Missus

developed a little cough

so we panicked and headed North

and all the newspaper can Fu...

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Kneel

Kneel

 

I saw a young man kneel today

He hung his head as if to pray

But he would take a life away

To honour and protect they say

 

Another black man has to die

Before the country questions why

They let enforcers kill and lie

and let another mother cry

 

Fear and hate mix with malice

A city faces the abyss

A cocktail of vinegar and piss

On the streets o...

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Death (XIII)

Death (XIII)

 

My entrance on a pale horse

Raising the black standard with white rose

Is anathema to most

 

These bones are survivors

Of the battle between

The worlds of living and dead

 

This black armour

From the land of eternal sleep

Is unsurmountable

 

Before me

The clergy, kings and peasants

Fall beneath my hooves

 

When she flips me over

...

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Tunguska Dawn

Tunguska Dawn

 

The day the false storm came

My brother Chekaren and I

Were asleep beside a campfire

The smell of burning wood drifted

Across our sleeping forms

When suddenly a thunderclap

Awoke us from deep sleep

And we saw the second sun

 

Blazing white heat tore our shirts

And made our skin hot to the touch

And all around we heard the sound

Of the secon...

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Label On The Bottle

Label On The Bottle

 

The label on the bottle told me it was strong

But I drank it all night anyway

And didn’t think that I’d done wrong

 

It made me very happy in a lightheaded sort of way

It was deep amber in colour

And I would regret it all next day

 

It burned the back of my throat as a sipped the evil brew

It smelt of cinnamon and spice

And bit by bit my co...

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Elegy For Days Lost

Elegy For Days Lost

 

Another day has come and passed

Left pain and sadness in its wake

The seconds, minutes, hours amassed

The sun will give the moon will take

The distant friends the loved ones lost

Amid the times of dread disease

Each family will count the cost

And curse the name of days like these

 

And yet the sky was clearest blue

I wrote a poem, sang a so...

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Fog

Fog

 

I have never felt so alone

As the time spent in November fogs

When I was not yet in my teens

Wrapped in heavy clothes

With hat down low

And scarf around my face

 

Cut off from the world

By this dense yellowing cloud

Unable to see more than a few feet

In front of you

And the hollow muffled sound

Of someone heading towards you

 

All other backgro...

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Those Low Down Bottle Blues

Those Low Down Bottle Blues

 

The day the clock struck thirteen

We took it as a sign

That the world might be in peril

So we all broke out the wine

But it probably was nothing

Just a poor miscounted chime

An end to our sobriety

And not the end of time

 

The night the stars rearranged themselves

In a moonlit sky

We all dived for the whisky bottle

And some of...

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Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic

Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic

 

Beauty is skin deep

Layers of paint and plastic

Daubed with unsteady hands

 

Glance in the mirror

see the full bee-sting lips pout

and fake eye lashes

 

the tattooed eyebrows

filler in the crows-feet cracks

tell-tale nip and tuck

 

Nemesis smiles and

Avenges fading Echoes

Of a youth gone wild

 

When you are old...

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This Machine Kills Fascists

This Machine Kills Fascists

 

He was the dust bowl troubadour

A Socialist down to the core

Resist the rich protect the poor

This machine Kills Fascists

 

Dylan, Ochs and Johnny Cash

Seeger, Strummer, Billy Bragg

All of them would raise his flag

This Machine Kills Fascists

 

He plied his trade on Texas streets

Busking to earn some money to eat

Harmonica blu...

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fly

fly

 

a haphazard weaving

of unclear intention

the drone of annoyance

the beating of

full spectrum wings

the tap

                tap

                                tap

                                                tap

of attempt after attempt

to get through the glass

of the window

and reach the free domain

of the out there

 

the buzz

       ...

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Zoomnation

Zoomnation

 

He stayed in beautiful isolation

For so long

He became a memory

A shadow on the wall

A stain on the carpet

 

When they sipped red wine

They remembered him

In the taste upon their lips

In the pause

Between the small talk

 

The chair remained empty

The corner a little darker

The mirror over the bar

Cast no reflection

Of him

 

A...

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Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot

Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot

 

I wasn’t quite there yet

So this story is told second hand

Of the bravest and noblest knight

To ever gallop over this land

 

He was sitting quietly at home

When a neighbour just down the street

Knocked on the castle door

To advise him to get on his feet

 

A princess in need of his help

Had called out his name in the night

Be...

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Cuttings

Cuttings

 

They took a sprig from Hatfeild Hall

And planted it in Wakefield Gaol

A Mulberry bush grew on the spot

Its humble origins forgot

And there prisoners exercised at night

Beneath the pale Yorkshire moonlight

Round and round the tree they went

Those sinners who could not repent

 

Before that Mulberry tree had died

They took some cuttings to the outside

...

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Heart Of Stone

Heart Of Stone

 

Medusa couldn’t get a boy

No matter how she tried

She had a go at on-line dating

But on her profile she lied

She was hoping for some desperate lad

Looking for a bride

But when she posted pictures

They would run away and hide

 

She spends many an hour

Teasing and straightening her snakes

And applying subtle make-up

To up the beauty stakes

...

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For Whom The Hammer Tolls

For Whom The Hammer Tolls

 

Dreaming of a hammer

A slow arc of deadly intent

A shaper of metal

 

The clang of contact

On a wrought iron anvil

That resonates threat

 

The white-hot sparks

From the red-hot ingot

As it succumbs

 

Weighing its power

In the palm of your hand

With a smack of skin

 

Its dull grey mass

Balanced perfectly

On a sha...

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Unclean

Unclean

 

So only the dirty, the unclean, ungodly

Will be refused favour come judgement day

They will sit in their hovels of dust a distress

And live out their lives in their dishevelled way

They will scrape in the filth for a reason to live

They will hurt, they will need, they will cry, they will pay

For their corrupt and defiled code of getting on by

Where they sin and...

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Wastelands

Wastelands

 

Canal side moorings and old mills

Stretch their northern roots into the collapsed rubble

Of Industrialised wreckage

Overgrown with harsh grass and weeds

 

An old man sits at the side of the grey water

And dips a hopeful line into its murky depths

There are parts of old bikes and shopping trolleys

Poking from the surface like Leviathan bones

 

Paths ...

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Casting Runes

Casting Runes

 

What price the steaming goat entrails

Coiling on a dusty Roman street?

The clouded mysticism of a crystal ball

Peered into for some future comfort?

The divination of ancient Gods

To tell us where our slouching bodies go?

 

The smoke and mirrors of

fortune teller, crystal-gazer, spaewife, seer,

soothsayer, sibyl, clairvoyant, prophet,

oracle, augu...

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A Second Changes Everything

A Second Changes Everything

 

A bullet leaves the barrel of a gun

A man thinks ‘what have I done?’

 

The sky is cornflower blue, without a cloud

The President waves at people in the crowd

 

A woman turns slightly to look at him

The sun glints off the Lincoln’s trim

 

A watcher points a cine-camera at the parade

A secret service agent dreams of getting laid

 

...

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Tank Man

Tank Man

 

Here is a tank

Rumbling across a vast expanse

A square

 

Here is a man

White shirt

Black trousers

A shopping bag in each hand

 

He steps before the tank

Raises his hand

Palm out

Stop!

 

And the tank stops

 

Manoeuvres

The man alters his position

Manoeuvres

The man climbs onto the tank

Talks to those in the tank

 

He...

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Magyk

Magyk

 

I had a book all full of spells

Where childhood magic

Weaved its way

Between the yellowed pages

 

Where dragon’s breath

Set woodland glades alight

And lost children danced

With the frightened and the fey

 

The teeth of angry wolves

Chewed at the edges

Whilst chattering little demons

Clawed along your spine

 

Strange apples fell from wizene...

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A Life

A Life

 

From the day you are born

On the first day you cry

To the safe place you sleep

In the cot where you lie

On that first day at school

Where you struggle and try

From the first girl you kiss

To the way you feel shy

From your very first job

To the company tie

On the day that we met

To that very first sigh

On that day that you left

To the first ques...

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Some Words

Some Words

 

I had been her son all my life

                But not all of hers

When she started calling me

                By her brother’s name

                Not my dad’s

                Her bother’s

 

Dead for these past 10 years

 

A stroke will do that to you

                Make you forget what you were saying

                Struggling to find the rig...

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Third Beach

Third Beach

 

This is the sunny place my spirits rest

Sat on a wooden bench watching the sea

The shimmer from the bright pacific west

The only place on earth I long to be.

The walkers and the cyclists passing by

Upon the wide and welcoming sea wall

The seagulls and crows desperately try

To out call the other in pine trees tall.

I watch the tankers in the distance drif...

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Freedom At Last

Freedom At Last

 

Flames raged in the cornfields around it,

Bobbing there in stagnant waters

Tethered to a solid mooring post

With a thick, coarse rope.

 

Each spark from the furnace

A risk to its rotting timbers

As it took hold and smouldered

And smoked and spread

 

Oars crossed and laid on its floor

And the spattered markings of crows

Bleaching spots of ...

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Black Metal Band Looking For A Name

Black Metal Band Looking For A Name

 

Cannibal Sewer Rats

The Sweat Of Judas

Black Candle Prayer

Vikings Of Stavanger

 

We need a name boys

We need a name

Black Metal Band

Looking for fame

 

Sons Of The Necropolis

Sonic Angel Spit

Kitten Paws (No! Kevin No!)

Demon Suicide

 

We need a name boys

We need a name

Black Metal Band

Looking for f...

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Experts

Experts

 

Just inject it

Or swallow it if you like

I think that will be OK

Maybe shine a light

Or if you can

Get the light inside you

That will work, right?

Or pray

Praying’s good

Pray big

That should work

I’m an expert

I’m a big expert

There’s no bigger expert

Than me

 

He said it
I don’t believe it

He actually said it

What’s all this a...

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Mother's Ruin

Mother’s Ruin

 

My mum would not touch alcohol

She never told us why

But she made rhubarb wine a lot

And also rhubarb pie

Sat in the Rhubarb Triangle

You didn’t have to try

To cultivate or care for it

It grew wild quite nearby

 

She got a secret recipe

To make a potent wine

She picked the fruit and followed it

Everything looked fine

Twenty-one bottles l...

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The Lodger

The Lodger

 

We let him in

And he stayed

 

He had been pleading

Out there

Wanting somewhere to stay

 

At first we thought he was just like all the others

Some fly-by-night who would be here then gone

 

But no

He wanted to hang around

 

He was everywhere

Into everything

He made us change our daily routine

He was probably in the kitchen (and we w...

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The Sunshine Is Ginger & White

The Sunshine Is Ginger And White

 

Here comes the sunshine

Not our sunshine

But the ginger and white sunshine

From across the street

The little prince

With heart markings

 

He sits at the window

Silently imploring entry

And when the door opens

He trots his way to the kitchen

And looks up at us

In milky expectation

 

He’s still a kitten

With greyin...

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My Mother's Kitchen

My Mother’s Kitchen

 

I’m in my mother’s kitchen

It’s a Monday afternoon

The oven’s heated up the air

The buns will be out soon

Everywhere there’s an aroma

Of cinnamon and spice

An apple pie sits on the table

I’m waiting for a slice

 

A black-leaded coal fire

Does it’s best to dominate

The heat and the smells

That the baking permeates

An old fridge hums...

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Harsh Review

Harsh Review

 

The last time we reviewed The Underpants

They had just released

A smooth and satisfying piece

Called ‘Tumble-dried’

Expertly produced in the studio

With top class electronic tumble-drier

They had taken advantage

Of twenty-first century technology

To create

A fragrant well-balanced affair

That dried quickly

And were ready to wear

Within minut...

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In Another Place

In Another Place

 

a soft breeze

drifting through an open window

hung with net curtains

 

the faint perfume

escaping

from an open book

 

the creak of a floorboard

cracking

above you

 

the shadows

caught dancing through the doorway

in a dim lit room

 

the taste of honey

clinging

on a teaspoon

 

the feel of a scarf

on your face

...

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Thirteen Minutes From Home

Thirteen Minutes From Home

 

I was thirteen minutes from home

On a warm April day

Bumping my way through a crowd

The future a lifetime away

There were cars revving their engines

As they crawled along the street

kids were playing in gardens

And getting under everyone’s feet

 

Just for a second I paused

As I turned into Pandemic Close

As the noise fell away lik...

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All Hail The Great Sultana

All Hail The Great Sultana

 

Consider the sultana

The jewel in my porridge

It’s not the kind of fruit

That you can just go out and forage

It started out in life

A bulbous juicy grape

But sat out in the sun too long

And now it’s changed it’s shape

 

It’s dark, wizened and wrinkled

Like it’s fallen from your nose

And probably looks like your granny

When she’...

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USA

USA

 

Empty crucible

Once full of righteous fire

Now just grey ashes

 

The snake rears its head

Striking blindly at targets

That are imagined

 

Adopts power stance

Arms crossed - closed for argument

Pin head and big mouth

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There Are No Bad Ships Or Winds, There Are Bad Captains

There Are No Bad Ships Or Winds, There Are Bad Captains

 

I would promise you the heavens

If it would get you off my back

Thinks the over-inflated spokesman

As he’s questioned by a hack

You can have your masks on Monday

And your gowns this time next week

Although the plane’s still on the runway

Says a whistle-blowing leak

 

We’ll have PPE and tests aplenty

And i...

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I’M FEELING KNACKED (based on a very bad translation of EINE FRÜHLINGSNACHT By JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE)

I’M FEELING KNACKED (based on a very bad translation of EINE FRÜHLINGSNACHT By JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Im Zimmer drinnen ist’s so schwül;                           My Zimmer driving is so cool

Der Kranke liegt auf dem heißen Pfühl.                  The Krankies like it to a heaven’s fool

 

Im Fieber hat er die Nacht verbracht;                      My F...

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A Bracelet Of Daisies

A Bracelet Of Daisies

 

She made me a daisy bracelet

And twisted the stems round my wrist

We swore we would never forget

the sun slowly set as we kissed

And for a short while that was true

love blossomed like that daisy chain

but those white petals never grew

the green shoots were twisted in pain

 

It hurts when you’re given a heart

that unnourished withers and ...

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The Small Things

The Small Things

 

A pinecone from a Bavarian forest

A small rock from a glacier in Alberta

A round pebble from a Jamaican beach

A strip of bark from a tree in Wakefield

 

These are the places touched

The places that have touched

 

A love letter from a pretty girl

A toy bat-mobile from a friend now lost

A medal given to you by your father

A charm bracelet wor...

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The Dancing Light Of Candles

The Dancing Light Of Candles

 

Flickering shadows cast upon the night

Phantoms leaping on oak panelled walls

Where the final breath of evening gently falls

The white and orange glow of candlelight

Will soothe the nervous child and ease his fright

Or so your aged memory recalls

Flickering

 

There is no more a sweet magical sight

Than darkness where a defeated demon ...

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C90

C90

 

Imagine

Carrying around two vinyl records

In a plastic case just four inch long

And half an inch wide

How good would that be?

 

Sitting

at a hi-tech record player

that lets you copy the sounds you hear

and with the subtle use of ‘PAUSE’

transfer onto a compilation tape.

 

Saturdays

Moving from format to format

The highlights of a dozen albums

...

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The Side Kick

The Side Kick

 

A purring cat

Sat before a raging fire

The smell of cinnamon buns

Outside the snow falls

Rubbing away ice on a window

Looking out into the whiteness

A smile caught

In the reflected dusk

 

New buds bursting

From green shoots

The blue sky

Flecked with white clouds

Raindrops dripping from trees

The fresh cool air

Mirrors in the pond

...

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Glam Rock Man

Glam Rock Man

 

A stack heeled stomp in platform boots

Trowelled make-up and glitter suits

Feather cut hair and tinted roots

It’s Glam Rock, man,
it’s Glam Rock

 

Teenage Rampage, Ballroom Blitz,

Radio One plays all The Hits

Driving your dad out of his wits

It’s Glam Rock, man,
it’s Glam Rock

 

Jackie, Smash, Disco Forty Five

What a great time to be alive

...

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Death May Be The King Of Terrors

Death May Be The King Of Terrors

 

Each brush stroke of a word painter

Smeared bloody crimson red

Seen through eyes that recognise

The things that can’t be touched

Behind accumulated layers of gore

Where shadows are the surface

What is felt is hidden behind

What is seen 

 

So your mind fills in the gaps

gives corporeality to the phantom

even as the scalpel ni...

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Orchard Lane

Orchard Lane

 

“Don’t get caught, he’ll fuckin’ kill yer!”

Emerald green and ruby red

Jewels just out of your reach

Treasures in the strawberry bed

 

“He’s got a dog with vicious fangs!”

Black as coal we watch him prowl

He snarls and gnashes foaming jaws

And scares us with his hellhound growl.

 

“Bide yer time and take yer chances!”

Remaining hidden behind th...

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Plague Mantra

Plague Mantra

 

We know that going out is wrong

and socialising would be worse,

so stay at home where we belong.

We know that going out is wrong,

avoid, like plague, the milling throng

to help the doctor and the nurse.

We know that going out is wrong

and socialising would be worse.

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The Mandrake Curse

The Mandrake Curse

 

I spied the purple mandrake flowers

Sitting in their nest of green

And foolishly looked to rip them

From the earth they serenely sat upon

And everywhere a shriek echoed

Across the woods and leafy vales

and to my weary eyes I saw

The bulbous body resurrected

 

A face demonic in its glare

For being torn from fitful slumber

Wizened arms of k...

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False Prophet

False Prophet

 

Magnificently

Resurrected antichrist

Not the messiah

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Teardrop

Teardrop

 

A

teardrop

for each life lost

a broken heart for friends,

a sadness that never goes away

but gnaws at nerves and silent moments

 the desolate times of memory cast hurt shadows

dancing on the twilight walls at the edge of your vision

a friend’s laughter that bonded like mortar holds together bricks

 those happy tears can also flow in torrents in a recolle...

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The Next War Is Here

The Next War Is Here

 

Out there, we walked quite friendly up to death,

Sat down and ate beside him, cool and bland,

Asked of his health and shook him by the hand.

Recoiled in horror at his fetid breath.

Before the world went crazy, he was there,

We treated him as though he was a fly

Who we could swat away - and never die.

We were invincible, without a care.

 

Now ...

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Strictly Bin Dancing

Strictly Bin Dancing

 

[People are dressing up in ball gowns and tiaras to take their bins out

An Australian woman has started a new trend online during the coronavirus lockdown, which sees people dressing up in extravagant outfits to put their rubbish out – source: Mirror 4/4/20]

 

She waltzes across the patio

In her Christian Dior-like dress

She’s picked up the rubbish in el...

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Tree Man

Tree Man

 

In this place of the weird and bizarre

It was just one of those nights

Nothing out of the ordinary

In the garden of earthly delights

A place full of demons and monsters

A collection of unworldly sights

My rotting roots implanted in hell

Where nightmare and horror alights

 

The bagpipes fucked with my head

They almost drove me insane

Humans and demo...

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Painting By Numbers

Painting By Numbers

 

Poetry is cascading water

Flowing upwards to the sky

It looks like silver fishes swimming

Feels hot or cold or lukewarm

I hear it flowing

Smell its sweetness on the thunderstorm

As threatening as Oswald in a Texas bookstore

Sometimes as sour as storm

I am not painting by numbers

I am just blathering

I feel the words soil my creativeness

...

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The Loop At The Edge Of Reason

The Loop At The Edge Of Reason

 

Christmas eve seventy-seven

Snowflakes prickle on exposed skin

I pull the duffle coat tight around my neck

As I weave my weary way up Westgate

Glancing in the Black Horse windows

As the amber light spills out

Onto the crystal streets of Wakefield

Paving them in wuffle-dust

 

My mind wanders and gears click

As I think of all the H...

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Indebted

Indebted

 

I took to watching slow dying sunsets

Marking the passing of the dawdling day

The trees casting their stoic silhouettes

 

Counting the golden currency each ray

bestows upon my mood and mental health

keeping the braying doubts and fears at bay

 

Accumulating natures gift of wealth

hoarding value like a miser stores gold

a solar bank that aids the commo...

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Overnight Stay

Overnight Stay

 

“Time for bed” they said,

In a front room warmed by coal fire licks

Where the red and orange and white flames

Danced patterns on the walls of falling dusk

They push, cajole, entice you to the stairs

And do not notice terror tears welling in your eyes

 

Fourteen steps up the narrow stairwell

Tracing fingers on a pale wallpaper wall

Festooned with or...

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Marbles

Marbles

 

Here is a bowl of marbles

I take a marble from the bowl

The same marble I have selected

For the last seventy-two days

I roll it between fingers

Marvelling at its smoothness

The swirl of green and blue

That cuts through its mass

Reminding me of planet earth

It sooths my soul

To contemplate its beauty

Its simplicity and structure

 

She says

W...

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Antigen

Antigen

 

He knocked at the door

Shouting ‘let me in!’

Tempting us to go out

With his whisky and gin

He hid around corners

Under tables and chairs

Trying his best

To catch us unawares

 

He was sitting on benches

Where others had sat

He was on garden fences

Where we’d stop for a chat

He was hanging around

Tesco trolly parks

He was all over door han...

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All We Left Were Birds

All We Left Were Birds

 

I heard the birdsong through the air

From far away and long ago

The sound of sparrow and of crow

And knew no human travelled there

 

They sat aloft without a care

No threat from humans down below

I heard the birdsong through the air

From far away and long ago

 

As time flew I became aware

Of how the seasons ebb and flow

When there ...

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Grave

Grave

 

I am the scythe that cuts through old and young

In cornfields where the idle crows watch on

As scarecrows flap their arms in summer sun

And wonder where the greedy birds have gone

The weeds grow now where once the sharp blade fell

Stealing from us all that we once held dear

There are no devils in this weeping hell

Only children transformed through pain and fear

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Is There, In Truth, No Beauty

Is There, In Truth, No Beauty

 

I am the dry path

Sat between

The first rain drops

 

I am the dandelion

Dancing in a field

Missed by the scythe

 

I am the spark

That jumps

From flint to straw

 

I am the breaking wave

Crashing up against

Deserted beaches

 

I am the words

Caught in the throat

Of dirty liars

 

I am the light

Crawlin...

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Event Horizon

Event Horizon

 

Yesterday

I looked out of my window

The man taking his dog for a walk

The mother and child hand in hand

School children hopping and skipping along

Neighbours chatting over a fence

The postman delivering parcels

A cat slinking under the hedge

The wind whipping leaves

The rain falling

Yesterday

 

Today

I looked out of my window

The dog ...

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End Of Days

Ends Of Days

 

The fact that I’m quite anti-social

Is a blessing in dark times like these

When you’re treated like a pariah

If you develop a cough or a sneeze

When they’re telling us to wash our hands

And not just after we pee

When I’ve been doing that for years

Because of my OCD

 

I’m also a bit of a hoarder

It’s always been one of my goals

To ensure I have ...

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Chinese Whispers

Chinese Whispers

 

We thought we’d done everything right

Y’know

Taken precautions to self-isolate

Avoiding those risky types

Who would pass it on

Making sure we didn’t

Y’know

Pass anything on ourselves

Fourteen days later

We thought

Y’know

We’re probably safe now

Safe to come out

Safe to mix with friends and family

Once again

 

But no

We’d b...

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Son Of My Father

Son Of My Father

 

What did you do in the war dad?

I fought against Fascists, son.

 

And were you frightened there dad?

Did you want to turn around and run?

 

Yes, I was frightened there son

So, don’t believe the lies that are spun

 

About the death and the glory of war, boy.

There is death, but of glory there’s none.

 

Thanks for all that you did dad

A...

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Making A Point

Making A Point

 

Katarzyna didn’t have a skill,

they didn’t pay her much,

but Katarzyna was invaluable -

she had the human touch.

She hadn’t been to Uni,

had no meaningless degree

but she excelled in the school of life

and made my mum her tea.

 

It seems that care is valueless,

as is your place of birth,

when it comes to scoring points

and determining your...

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The Keeper

The Keeper

 

Unlike many in his position

He was never the last to be picked

Because he was one of the best

Not for him the fast quick feet

Or the well timed volley

Or the crunching tackle

 

Safe hands

That night

In the cold

With his team mates

Where bravery

was an afterthought

 

It was his greatest save

Not a shot from the edge of the area

Not ...

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Flame

Flame

 

We set the world alight

With incendiary thoughts

That burned like sulphur

Cut with lithium

A million candles

That lit every corner

Of our flammable minds

And shone like supernovas

 

That was an age ago

When new ideas

Were like matches

Striking on sandpaper

When the faintest

Flintlock spark

Could flash against powder

And deliver shot

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Bedlam

Bedlam

 

The greying morning

Barked like a dog

Trapped in a well

A sound so hollow

It shattered glass

In the cabinet where

She kept her memories

Tied in knots

 

The braying moon

Shone silver needles

Into the face

Of the weeping child

Screwing its hooks

Into soft flesh

Making the lanterns

Quiver with rage

 

In the ragged garden

Tendrils...

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Dead Leaves

Dead Leaves

 

You once grew green

On lofty branches

Defiant against the clouds

Fluttering in the breeze

But now the tree has gone

Just a pale ghost of memory

And the sky is dominant

In my front windows

 

Your first death was brittle

Old man skeleton scratching

Whipping up your decline

In whorls of frustration

And when the rain came

Like falling tears

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Withdrawal Method (When Being Fucked)

Withdrawal Method (When Being Fucked)

 

There’s only twenty-seven

Where there used to be twenty-eight

Some of us don’t like it

And others think it’s great

Some are hyperventilating

Cos we’ve got our country back

And being obnoxious children

With their little Union Jack

 

Some are crying tears

As they erase a golden star

And want a second chance

Like it’s E...

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Dreadnought

Dreadnought

 

We crossed the Chantry Bridge

As the Calder boiled beneath

And a drifting, chilling mist

Hung heavy on the heath

We came from far and wide

Marching all together

To gather at Belle Vue

Despite the dank, inclement weather

 

There were grandfathers and fathers

There were mothers, daughters, sons

Hand in hand in heavy coats

As the frost caressed ...

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NEW POETRY OPEN MIC NIGHT IN WAKEFIELD

I'm hosting a new poetry and comedy open mic night in Wakefield on the 2nd Wednesday of the month starting on Wednesday 12th February.
Entry is FREE and everyone is welcome.

email me to reserve a spot or sign up to perform on the night from 7pm - 7.30pm

Performances will start at 7.30(ish)

More details on the events page or the link (below)

https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/eventvie...

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Jingle Jangle

Jingle Jangle

 

Jingle jangle go the coins in my pocket

As they fall through the hole

Worn by austerity

Jangle jingle go the gems on the necklace

As they hang from the necks

Worn by the royals

Jingo jungle go the voices of the right

As they spew out their racist

War mongering rhetoric

 

Jingle jangle goes the freshly minted coin

With a royal on the front

A...

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In Other News

In Other News

 

In other news

The forests burned

Ice caps melted

No one learned

We all stopped listening

To each other

But continued shouting

At one another

Threw our plastics

In the sea

Gorged ourselves

On misery

Refused to let

Our neighbours in

Treated losses

As a win

Praised the rich

And damned the poor

Pissed against

Austerity’s do...

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resolution

resolution

I don't do new year
there is a lot of noise here
none of it is mine

when the chimes kick in
auld lang syne hands are unlinked
as phones point skywards

cascading fireworks
fall on lost souls in doorways
where poverty lies

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