Panama a love story. Late 1982.
Panama Love a short story.
The Panama canal is about 51 miles long. Constructed to save the hazardous and longer trip around the infamous Cape Horn. Its an engineering wonder! Made by man to connect the Atlantic sea with the Pacific Ocean it was started by the French in the eighteen hundreds who gave up because of the death rate among workers, which was in the hundreds, it was finished by ...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:48 pm
Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982.Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982.
Preamble.... Im reposting this in memory of my mate. From time ago. Young men who thought war was something to do with excitement and proud times. I'd tell you there are now more veterans of the Falklands war have killed themselves then died in the war.
Ah’ Chris mate,
What a fate,
We’d laughed
and cavorted
Before the fun.
I’d had sex
In Pompey
And lots of rum.
...Saturday 8th June 2019 5:30 pm
The nameless.
Don’t name them
Too many names
No names
Names can
Be missed
Your name
Their name
So no names
No religion
All faiths die
No colour
Whats colour
No country
No wealth
It doesn’t
Matter
No language
No measure
of intelligence
All tongues
Are stilled
For lifes
Accounting
You
Child with
Leukaemia
You are beautiful
You c...
Monday 15th April 2019 4:28 am
Soul?
The history of
Organised religions
Has never passed rent free
Its stressed in carven stone
Lost in craven moan
Soulless seeking souls
Reaching for a missing heaven
Misfits of recognition
Blighting of long tradition
Give them back their freedom.
Until its passed its kingdom
To face a faithless fate
Is not to miss the gate
For those that see the strife
Can...
Thursday 11th April 2019 11:05 pm
Take the ugly things.
Take the ugly things
The twisted forlorn
Fallow empty cold
Ugly things.
The despised, feral
rancid vapid tepid
Broken things.
The ambitions
the contradictions.
that bastardise
humanity and
kick human frailty.
Into damaged things.
To progress on
Imagined ladder
built on the rotten
Wood of greed.
Greed ugly creed.
For recognition
and blind am...
Monday 8th April 2019 2:41 pm
Cut the applause
And stop the fight.
Not everyone
Can see the light.
Its the darkest
Depths of night.
Look out the
Broken window
Mummy.
Everything
Sure looks funny.
Its all lost.
Its not on the money.
See my heart
Broken on a shard.
Cut To ribbons
On a knife
Made of velvet.
I can’t stop bleeding
From eyes
That don’t see.
Don’t think
...Saturday 6th April 2019 6:40 pm
24 hours of love Gas Town Vancouver.
Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed
The serial killer in our midst.
I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre
Across in rainy dank Vancouver
Her name was Mona,
Mona Bird
Yes lemon curds the rhymah.
And her mothers name was Mynah.
Occasionally worried about the strife
Cause she always carried a knife
Met her in a club in Gas-town
Vancouver city
The Orange...
Saturday 6th April 2019 1:45 pm
Manic Depression
I suffer from manic depression.
Sometimes slow turning.
Sometimes obsession.
Thats a quick slow lesson.
In less obvious passion.
In which I fashion
A life of ridiculous…ness.
Quite a mess
But sometimes
Great success.
But “they” decided
To medicate success
from my life.
That they labeled strife.
So they gave me lithium
And I didn’t like
Feelin...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 1:43 am
The Rock
Flaming heads to muddled waters
Put them through to general quarters
The thoughts fly free
Giving truth the lee.
Lost minds unravel
As routes less travel
To places long ago
Places free to go.
Locked in patterns
Given to waste
When will we stop
Burning our world.
See this world
In complexity?
Try to see
The absurdity.
Sisyphus roll...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 1:04 am
The Anti Shanty
Take yer shanties and shove em.
Take yer white foam flying.
Take yer fair winds blowing.
Take yer furrows following fucking freely.
And shove em.
Yer songs about masts and sails
and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.
Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.
Unreal figures dancing and prancing.
Shove em.
The truth is filth and fury
lacking...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:17 pm
Son
Son
Sun
Love
Sweet love
Lost
Pain deep
Mind
Heart
Torn asunder
Wonder
Deeper than
Deepest darkness
Son
Sun
Love
Pained behest
Unblessed
Godless
Lossless gone
To cosmos
Spiritual
Ancestral
No future
To gain
Within pain.
Son
Sun
Love.
Saturday 30th March 2019 9:34 pm
Struggling through
The weeds
Feet dragging
in sand
Sun glaring
Blinding
With its
Promise
Of warmth
Trying to
Reach water
For the cool
Balm
She washed cum
From the
Palm of her hand
In a bowl of
Holy water
Etched a cross
In the dirt on
The back of her
Hand
With the same
purity
Feet cut on
hidden glass
Pockets picked
...Friday 29th March 2019 2:31 am
Tears
Falling down assisted by
9.2 meters per second.
Tears heading downward cried.
Spots on the face beckon.
Falling feathers for the face.
Salted rivulets embrace
Nooks and crannies of the face.
Cascading at a steady pace
Familiar to the human race.
Tears born in scary place.
Is there anyone who never cried
Oops I just espied
over there they told a lie.
...Wednesday 27th March 2019 11:49 pm
The bookshop
Walking on squeaky floorboards
Occupying space
Previously walked
At a nurtured pace.
How much time
Have people taken
To scan the walls
And see the books?
The smell of written beauty
In a time of pixels
Smell the pages
Of history.
Looking through
Piles of literary minds
Looking for that goldmine.
That transports and enthrals.
That...
Sunday 24th March 2019 1:08 am
Absurd
They twisted in space
Coiled like two serpents.
Hero’s and monsters
Set me free.
Set me on the road
To be.
Sometimes prison
Sometimes sky.
Limitless in
Learning and
desolate in remembering.
There needs to be
A place to flee.
A space of acclamation.
But all I find
In my star crossed mind
Is reduction
To destruction.
Its the world that
Twists...
Friday 22nd March 2019 12:34 am
Dublin 2000
I took a trip to the wildest place
Where no one could deceive me.
It was a place nearer hell
I know you won’t believe me.
The walls shone so bright
Only the skirl could make me free.
So I sold my soul with greatest ease
So I should never have to see.
And we danced once again.
To the sound of the pipes of Dublin.
To the sound of the pipes of Du...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 3:09 am
Your seven
Walking hand in hand
Your seven.
Wide eyes.
Big world.
Small warm hand
Reaches for and
Buries in my paw.
Mans hand, callouses and oil.
But still fists full of love.
Protection and love.
We kick leaves.
High
Golds and reds.
Asphalt coated
In browns and beauty.
The leaves fly up
Whirl and flow
Swirling
Unplanned patterns.
Stick to our shoes
...Tuesday 19th March 2019 10:51 pm
Soul (less)
The history of
Organised religions
Has never passed rent free
Its stressed in carven stone
Lost in craven moan
Soulless seeking souls
Reaching for a missing heaven
Misfits of recognition
Blighting of long tradition
Give them back their freedom.
Until its passed its kingdom
To face a faithless fate
Is not to miss the gate
For those that see the strife
Can...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:23 am
Chemo Pharmacopeia
Neutropenic, neutropenia,
White blood cells,
Haven't seen ya,
Smorgasbord analgesia,
Flowing chemicals,
Splitting cellular.
Morphine drips,
Dripping calm for yer.
Picolax its the max,
Movicol movements,
Helping derrière.
Got your Nabilone,
Keeps your vomit home.
Sleep all day,
Pain free day?
We’ve got it here for yer.
Stop the trolley,
Its not t...
Friday 15th March 2019 8:55 pm
Surfing the sky
Surfing in a deep blue sky
Painted pictures line the eye.
Limitless movement
Endless improvement.
Looking up to an empty sky
See a lonely rainbow fly.
And after dark
Like a million sparks
The stars wink like beating hearts
Pumping celestial blood
To starving parts.
And when I look
And see those stars
I’ll always wander
If your there
Dancing on stars
...Friday 15th March 2019 12:51 am
Dance
The thief of life stole furtively onto the dance floor.
And danced his dance of death.
Which became a dance of life.
A vast ballroom full of balls.
Spinning and backdrops showing the soul.
fearlessly stacked on high kicking legs.
Singing blossoming ballads of beauty.
The fight back shouts choruses of courage.
And sambas of selfless serenity.
Mohamed and Jesus pogoed for...
Thursday 14th March 2019 7:17 pm
Cancer
My heart is crying
Look at the tears
Look at the fears
If tears were ears
We’d hear the world
The world weeping
For the pain of lost youth
We can build a bomb
But we cant build a cure.
If tears were eyes
We’d see them all
All the brave young hearts
Fighting to beat
Beating to fight
On fragile feet
The one step flight
Two step dance
Sur...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 4:40 am
Days
This was a Dylan day
Full of romance and
Mysticism
I sang along
With blood in my eyes
And wandered at
The women I have
Loved
And would we still
Be together
If I was Bob Dylan
And was
Forever young.
But tomorrow will be
A day of anger
And hate
And I’ll sit in my car
And shout
Punk
Rancid songs
Out loud
At pedestrians
And driv...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 2:11 am
Freedom of the mind.
Flaming heads to muddled waters
Put them through to general quarters
The thoughts fly free
Giving truth the lee.
Lost minds unravel
As routes less travel
To places long ago
Places free to go.
Locked in patterns
Given to waste
When will we stop
Burning our world.
See this world
In complexity?
Try to see
The absurdity.
Sisyphus roll...
Monday 11th March 2019 3:43 pm
Spring
The sad eyes of winter
Turned slowly
To the doe eyed
Glances of spring
Birds sing
Vibrant song
And flutter
Newly freed wings.
The light creeps
Quietly, early.
And brightens
Another new morning.
The step lightens
With steady pace.
Its good sometimes
To be in the human race.
Monday 11th March 2019 2:01 pm
The Anti Shanty 2016
Take yer shanties and shove em.
Take yer white foam flying.
Take yer fair winds blowing.
Take yer furrows following fucking freely.
And shove em.
Yer songs about masts and sails
and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.
Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.
Unreal figures dancing and prancing.
Shove em.
The truth is filth and fury
lacking...
Monday 11th March 2019 2:16 am
Vancouver 24 hour of love 1980
Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed
The serial killer in our midst.
I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre
Across in rainy dank Vancouver
Her name was Mona,
Mona Bird
Yes lemon curds the rhymah.
And her mothers name was Mynah.
Occasionally worried about the strife
Cause she always carried a knife
Met her in a club in Gas-town
Vancouver city
The Orange...
Sunday 10th March 2019 8:29 pm
Scream me a proverb
Punch me a portrait
Kick me a scream
Throw me a lifeline
Pain me a dream
Breath me a mouthful
Exhale me a dot
Kill me twice over
Send me to rot
Hold my head under
Bleed me from eyes
Chop out my liver
Cover me in lies
Walk on beside me
While I feel myself run
Pour me your whiskey
From the mouth of a gun
Dig me up twice
Bury me a...
Thursday 7th March 2019 8:47 pm
My Son my sun
The cool clear beauty
that is your face to me.
The seeing of you
that made me feel free.
Your calm and kind smile
gentleness by the mile.
The strength of your mind
That made you so kind.
Your flyaway words
soaring like birds.
Swooping and gliding
wisdom abiding.
Your generosity of spirit
your kindness of soul.
Your limitless friendship
t...
Thursday 7th March 2019 1:03 am
Slice of heaven Sydney 1987
In a slice of Eastern heaven
in nineteen eighty seven.
I sat on twenty million dollars,
worth of paint
From on the Island.
Kowloon, Hong Kong.
Where poor people
see rich people stroll along.
My mate the bosun
Ng and I were close uns
We rolled together
In all the weather
Shipmates through and through.
I’m the officer and he’s the crew.
We k...
Wednesday 6th March 2019 4:25 pm
Spring
The sad eyes of winter
Turned slowly
To the doe eyed
Glances of spring
Birds sing
Vibrant song
And flutter
Newly freed wings.
The light creeps
Quietly, early.
And brightens
Another new morning.
The step lightens
With steady pace.
Its good sometimes
To be in the human race.
Wednesday 6th March 2019 1:22 am
Survival
Still still still day.
Still today.
Stiller then yesterday.
Yesterday was still.
Today is still stiller still.
Don't move, don't stir.
Just be still.
Just be there.
Wednesday 6th March 2019 12:27 am
New York 1979
Twenty years old
By six days
New boss on the line
I’m very cocky feeling fine.
“Have you travelled”…
“Of course I’ve travelled,
Ive been to Bridlington”.
“Good then New York
will be a doddle
for such a sophisticate”.
I say I can’t wait
But I feel like somethings bait.
Joining first big ship
Making such a primary trip
Making first flight
Eye’s ...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 6:57 pm
Mr Fate
I’m sad, Mr Fate is
No longer my mate
The back of my head
Sees red mist
And a wall
With a picture
Screaming in its
Asylum
Grey fat
Splat
Drips and slides
Wars late
Homicide
Hallucination
Suicide
Impulse is fun
But to be
Avoided.
Tuesday 5th March 2019 1:20 am
Duality
When I dance in my minds eye with angels.
And fear being deserted and alone.
I saw the old woman in the church yard
saying another goodbye at the same stone
painting another farewell scene of ancient love.
And I don’t fear that which lies beneath the grass
deep in soil and farewell clothes
and trinkets of memories sent on a journey
of hopeless hopes and boundless groundle...
Monday 4th March 2019 2:00 am
Cancer
When you have cancer
The world becomes smaller.
The world becomes hospitals.
Chemicals and Nabilone.
Hope and dreams to confess.
Free for you from the NHS.
So the world is smaller
Yet its also bigger.
Because the fight that you make
Is the same all over the world.
Unless its America.
Dollars mean care.
We get it for free.
Because some one made an NHS dare.
...Sunday 3rd March 2019 10:01 pm
Heart on fire
The flames licked eagerly at my heart
How long had we been apart?
It seemed a lifetime now
But truth bends in sad dismay.
I try to stare into infinity
But see just tomorrow before me.
Its all too late my psyche states
Its all gone its all to late.
My embalmed mind kisses
All that it misses and misses.
Florid in obscurity
Searching for that purity.
...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:57 pm
Recruitment Office 1979
I don’t know
How about that
I think you are
A bit of a twat
Ive lived a life
Ive lost some words
Grandma cooked
Lemon curds
She’d been bombed
Id been conned
Into the same
No one to blame
Oh wait
Yes there is
Her lemon curds
And mince pies
Meant more then
Their lies
That she learnt
In a blackout
I didn’t learn
In an office
With a sh...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 2:12 am
Grandad 1930
Granddad
Grand lad
Blanket row
to
East Yorkshire
Regiment
Battle garland
“Oppy wood”
18 yrs old
Covered in mud
Killing and dying
Mired in blood
Lived to
Be broken
Lived to be token
Of the man who
Left grandma’s house.
Became fist fighter
Became bare knuckle
Fighter
Champion
Drunkard
Champion of
Old Hull
With his
nake...
Saturday 2nd March 2019 8:33 am
Shame
Men women and children
Pushed behind a wall
A barbed wire fence
Starved of sustenance
Limited health care
Slow education
No job opportunities
Daily fear of death
Racial hatred
The constant anger
And fear of the gun
Made to live in squaller
Hopeless children
No place to call home
Summary execution
Crammed together
No hope no future
Soldiers always...
Friday 1st March 2019 12:03 am
Butlins Filey 1960 something.
The shed smells of shit
Its not a shed its a chalet
Its boxed happiness
Its freedom
From desolation
Its a summery
Destination
With a swimming pool
Full of polio
Cold shivering
skinny kid
Its the place
We leap
Like national sheep
Laughing in unison
Drunken fornication
Shimmering castigation
We were all happy
Happy happy happ...
Thursday 28th February 2019 8:01 pm
Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982.
Ah’ Chris mate,
What a fate,
We’d laughed
and cavorted
Before the fun.
I’d had sex
In Pompey
And lots of rum.
It’d take a lot
To make us run.
You in your engine room
Me in mine.
All seemed well
All seemed fine.
Your ship
Was knightly
Mine was grey
As we both looked
Out on that misty day.
We’d just spoken
Just said g’day.
From hundreds...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 11:24 pm
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
And falls to the fathomless earth
When the ground shakes
And it feels like rebirth
Do we look to the skies
With tear stained eyes
Or swallow the bread
And bury our dead.
Is life the only slot
To protect from this blinding spot
Or are we energy
To fly back to the heavens.
There’s no answer
Only faith to relive
The only a...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 7:44 pm
1982
Dressed as a pauper.
looks like a thief.
Pushing the boundaries
Of your disbelief.
The raggedy man
in raggedy pants.
Arguing loudly
incoherent rants.
Stares covered in shame
Thinking of different
things to blame.
Don’t talk to him
he’s only a tramp.
Stay away from
his miserable stance.
Heap your scorn
on his shambling form.
Never minding why
h...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 12:59 am
No title.
We looked at the fear
And asked its name.
But how could you bloody tell
When alls on to hell.
I looked out the window
And it looked back
All my belongings in a sack
I really couldn’t tell
A hessian bag filled with shit
I marched to the pipes
And lost her name
I knew it wasn’t quite a game
But how could I fucking tell
We all can go to hell.
M...
Monday 25th February 2019 9:41 pm
Valparaiso around Cape Horn 1985.
Bob Dylan
Guided people to their places
In the cemetery
Wearing a top hat
We were gone
Going
To Valparaiso
The Horn was sick and busy
I vomited my breakfast.
Pinochet welcomed us
With hands held out.
Marlborough and whiskey and
Threats with burp guns.
Dont mention Victor…
Don’t mention the Stadium de Santiago.
Don’t mention Pinochet
Dragging mind i...
Sunday 24th February 2019 11:11 pm
Tonight
What was tonight?
Whiskey and water.
Beer,
Arguments surreptitiously
Heard.
“My husbands a cunt.
But I stay with him.
He fucked the next door neighbour!
I told that bitch and she left.”
Cigarette passes between lips.
Smoke inhaled.
Scared of the night.
Afraid to leave,
Afraid to stay.
Lost in a miasma
Of friendship, love and fear.
Strangers awash in...
Sunday 24th February 2019 12:11 am
New York two 1980
Leaving the noise of yellow cabs
Touting for business
In poisonous fume filled ghetto
Egyptian American driver
“Here”
But not here
They say and stare
“Not here. Idiot”.
“Not here man”.
Stumbling life blind
Through the mists
And through the twists
And breathing the stinking air
Fetid furious oxygen theft
Buildings covered in art
1980 New York.
...Saturday 23rd February 2019 6:14 pm
Jack Dempsy's bar New York 1983
Oh god. Oh Dear.
A hangover in New York New York.
Small recollections through
hazes of alcohol pulsed pain.
Shaking fingers fumbling
for coffee and cigarette.
In a dark wood cased cabin
from sweat stinking bunk.
A million other people
who jerked through the same dance
Night before around the world.
I stepped in time with you.
On subways that fled past
...
Saturday 23rd February 2019 12:23 am
White light
When the bough breaks
And falls to the fathomless earth
When the ground shakes
And it feels like rebirth
Do we look to the skies
With tear stained eyes
Or swallow the bread
And bury our dead.
Is life the only slot
To protect from this blinding spot
Or are we energy
To fly back to the heavens.
There’s no answer
Only faith to relive
The only a...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:28 pm
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