A Tower In Silence
Since I lived in the shadow of Grenfell in the 70s in what is now the 'Latymer Christian Centre' the tragedy has moved me more than I can adequately express
Here's a pome comparing Grenfell with the Parsi towers of silence.
"A Tower In Silence"
High above the city
On Malabar Hill, Mumbai
Stands a mist caressed silent tower
A shrine of mystery
Where carrion birds flock to feas...
Saturday 17th June 2017 9:10 pm
Inconsequential Death of a Hermit
God swept me off my feet
When He captured me
I was not expecting that
In Plaistow Lane, Bromley
On a mundane autumn Tuesday
As I walked to apologise
To half-baked Jesus Freaks
For mocking them on Monday
When they sang at me
And told me ‘Jesus loves you’
And I had to be a baby to get to heaven.
The electric cleansing fountain
Of love thrilling through m...
Wednesday 14th June 2017 10:49 am
About A Motorway.
What urgent malevolence
Impressed the metalled highway
Burying the cartwheel rutted tracks
Where mummers danced and acrobats
Indulgence sellers and potion vendors
Preyed on pilgrims singing praises
Making babies, telling stories
Wending their way to Walsingham?
A sombre day – progress spoke,
“Fell the ancient Hangman’s Oak,
Lay concrete carpeting on
Field...
Sunday 4th June 2017 6:37 pm
About an Owl
About an Owl
Sore from a long night’s traipse
Soaked from the storm I trudged through
Knees raw from the chafe of
Trousers heavy with puddle splash
Arms aching from pushing
Palms blistered and heels
Long miles from home on the little-used track
I prop my punctured bike against a five-bar gate
And it’s sunrise.
I rest my elbows on the gate
Absorbing t...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:40 am
Bird Fly Away
We walked the windswept hair wildness
Stepping upon the swamp tussocks
Avoiding the slow-worm slow-warm
Sandal soaking rainbow water
Rain ran down her face, her laughing eyes
Her nose and into her smile
And I knew I must apologise
She had never asked much
She had not stood with hands on hips
Demanding more love than I could give
I looked at her, I look...
Thursday 18th May 2017 11:49 am
From Across The Street
I saw the mother of my youngest son today
She was walking straight-backed, erect
Head high but not haughty
Sandals, delicate flower dress
Flowing like her hair once red but now hinting grey
I hope she did not see me.
Tuesday 16th May 2017 10:29 am
Shirley Died Today
The expected news still shocked
Her family and loved ones at her bedside
With good humour and bravery
She passed away.
Was the cancer biding its time
Those wet windy evenings
On Marine Drive, Southport
Awaiting her last bus to Rufford?
She could not come home with me
I had no home
The upturned boat I sheltered in
Did not have room for two.
I was a...
Saturday 6th May 2017 9:58 am
Moyshe
A long one from me book:
June 2006
I was drinking coffee in a deli in Haifa
When a sepia photograph caught my eye
A man, his wife and family posing stiffly.
The café owner said it showed his grandfather’s father
And brought my order and the story.
June 1906
When Black Hundreds pillaged Bialystock
And the cry went up, “Kill all the Jews!”
Moyshe ben Mendel, c...
Thursday 4th May 2017 12:09 pm
We Live in Hope But
Everything is disappointing
Everyone disappoints
Fall in love with me
I will disappoint you
Like you will me.
It’s factored in the leaving
Everything leaves through
Theft or damage or familiarity
The glow of ownership
Pride of possession
Will gutter and dim
Everything is tinged with disappointment
This we know
But pretend we don’t
We arm in arm a...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 11:35 am
Ashes to Ashes
coupla romantic pomes
It being Easter and what have you, I've been watching Irish fillums and the melancholy and the music and the yearnings gush through me.
'Before The Wind Blows My Ashes Away'
I will present that which I birthed
That angels might have whispered
Or demons hissed
In the night hours
When darkness before dawn ached into my bones
I will produce my truth
And sing my s...
Sunday 16th April 2017 9:30 pm
Carolyn
“Please don’t love me, Cazz,
This is just another fling.
That ex girlfriend – you know who,
Will always come first for me.”
Cazz tried to win my heart.
We had days of fun.
Romping nights of lusting. All
Overshadowed by
The former lover lurking,
Behind veils of memory.
Cazz wanted to ask
If my, “Darling, I love you,”
Whispers were for her
Or meant fo...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 11:50 am
On mishearing Macbeth Act V: “What a sigh is there!”
What a Size!
She stood uncertain centre-stage
A tremulous tethered kid
In a jungle clearing tiger shoot
Shielding her eyes
Against the spotlight glare
Apologising for her timidity
“I’ve never spoken in public before”
Softly expressing women’s rage
At fear of rape and violence
Her quiet seething anger
Enhanced by gentle diffidence
She should have b...
Sunday 9th April 2017 9:11 am
To Anaïs - A Lover I Met On The Way
I had a dream
I had friends who dreamed
I had dreams that showed me my dream
I had an insistence
I had to obey.
You must slip off the velvet chains
You must loose your questor spirit
You must unlock the magick
You must discover the hidden path or
You must suffocate.
What is? Who is? Where is?
What is the time?
What is the date?
What is this place?
...Thursday 6th April 2017 11:01 am
Donegal Eden
An island Eden
Cut off whenever high tide
Covered the causeway.
A made-to-measure retreat
Out of sight of prying eyes.
The tide receded
We drove across the wet strand
Parking among dunes.
Our van inadvertently
Bedded in axle-deep sand.
It stuck fast. Fiz laughed.
We drank a bottle of rum.
Watching the sun set
Over Árainn Mhór. Blowing
Kisses at t...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 11:18 am
To Maria
God you made me nervous
When you turned up
At my surprise party
You smiled around the room
Kissed a cheek or two and mine
Sipped a glass of red and sang.
Your plaintive song
Breathing through the room
Stirred my reservoir of tears.
I wiped my eye
I had admired you so long
I never knew you had such a voice.
When your melody dropped away
...Sunday 2nd April 2017 6:01 pm
Twister
I am a slight and lesser man,
With added prunes
To keep me regular.
My Christmas feast,
Chicken stew with added sprouts,
Is splattering the microwave.
I shall pull a festive cracker,
Eat dinner wearing a paper hat.
Lost in love
Hobbled by fervent hope,
I stood in siling rain
Gently pebbling my lover’s window.
The curtains stayed closed,
The we...
Thursday 30th March 2017 12:54 pm
Last Summer in Co. Clare
A handful of gargoyles on a wall
Is all that remains of the abbey
Dedicated to St Phocas of Sinope
Who’s long forgotten
Overlooking the bay at Aughnabrochan
And when it rains the leaking spouts drip
And splashed heads look up
And picture the abbey in its heyday
And wonder about St Phocas
And hope the crumbling gargoyles
Won’t dislodge and pulp their skulls.
...
Tuesday 21st March 2017 9:30 am
In Passing
In thirty years when you are old
As I am now
And wondering what to say
To your forty year old son
Who wonders what he’ll say in turn to his
When his turn comes
Will you spare a thought for my passing
And ponder was it easy for me?
Will you gather with your brothers,
Greying, stooped and anxious
Around a welcome table
Brimmed with real ale pints
In Malham say or ...
Monday 20th March 2017 7:13 pm
Reflections - A Soliloquy
Had I not been peering at a soft-core calendar
A women's rowing club – posing butt naked - for charity
With discreet oars obscuring zones of 'special interest'
Our golden wedding day would have passed unnoticed
Friday, October 20 2017 – an empty square
We married - 50 years ago this very day
Deep in the autumn of the ‘Summer of Love'
We might have become ‘grey pan...
Tuesday 14th March 2017 7:10 pm
Mission Hall
Charles Street, Hull,
A depression of shuttered shops
No trace remains of the Pioneer Store
Or the anonymous side door
Into the Fig Tree Gospel Hall.
The ‘blessed remnant’ entered through a porch
Crammed with bin bags spilling
Sweet sweat-rancid jumble sale leftovers,
“Get stuck in before the tatters come.”
The doorkeeper was a pig farmer
From Holder...
Sunday 12th March 2017 7:17 am
"Glastonbury Fayre"
The driver of a leathery
Clapped out Hillman Hunter
Reeking of Capstan full strength
And Lifebuoy soap
Dropped me off outside Devizes.
Rain came
I prised open a door to escape
Unrolling my doss bag
On a scout hut floor.
I crept out early while the village slept
Washing down Kendal Mint Cake
With a pint of gold top
Pirated from some bugger’s door.
...Tuesday 28th February 2017 8:36 am
"Et camera non mentior."
I was a minor aspiring writer - well know locally,
Until 'Richard and Judy' deemed my book,
A 'must read on your holiday',
Spreading my fame exponentially.
People started to interrupt my incognito summer evening promenades;
White linen suit, floppy bow tie, Raybans and panama,
“Oi! I’ve seen you on telly. How's about a selfie?"
My agent told me,
"Oprah's people rang....
Thursday 16th February 2017 1:36 pm
"Village Scene, Lincolnshire"
Glimpsed from the bus, a
Pregnant hump of displaced earth
Piled to fill a grave.
Some flowers too - not many.
No hearse. No crowd of mourners.
A wreath shows Dad's passed.
Just “Dad.” Enough. Her father.
He had squeezed her hand
And breathed his last breath sighing
For loves past – and those to come.
The girl stood alone
Kicking at the grave earth pile
...Monday 13th February 2017 12:47 pm
“Meeting Mrs. Potiphar”
I posted this in September but have rewritten for me book - hope you enjoy
- performance piece -
She devised a meeting ‘just as friends'
For evening drinks in her favourite bar.
(Soigné and the food is good)
Her finely plaited ribboned hair
Smelled of woody sandalwood.
She said I had to walk her home,
“There are dangers lurking everywhere.”
She chose the cycl...
Monday 9th January 2017 11:00 am
“Glastonbury Fayre”
- performance piece -
The driver of a leather upholstered
Hillman Hunter drop head saloon
Reeking of Capstan full strength
And Lifebuoy soap
Dropped me off outside Devizes.
I prised open a door
To get out of the rain
Unrolling my doss bag
On a scout hut floor.
I crept out early
While the village slept
Washing down a Kendal Mint Cake bar
With a ...
Tuesday 27th December 2016 8:58 pm
“The Orkney Spring of Bradley Driver - Easter 1995”
I needed time and space
Peace, and freedom from stress
To write a long blocked novel -
Hopefully it would turn out my best.
I rang the number of
An Orkney woman,
She said she was a widow,
Advertising ‘room to let’
Cheap board and who knows?
Free bawd if my luck was in.
The train journey was unremarkable
Aside from a chance encounter
With a m...
Tuesday 27th December 2016 3:28 am
"Dingle Bound Epiphany June 1990"
“Dingle. An Epiphany - June 199o.”
A drunken punt on Slippy Blue,
Winner of the Greyhound Derby
At seventeen to two
Meant I was rich – temporarily.
So I set off on a random journey.
Head for the airport maybe,
Take the first flight anywhere.
A "Holiday in Ireland," poster
On the railway station wall
Appealed to me.
I bought a coach ride to Tralee,
...Sunday 25th December 2016 2:40 pm
"R.I.P. Hubbard (Larry) LaFarge"
A giant he was of girth and growling
We admired and envied his national standing
Shrugged at his red-blooded man-spreading
Flashing on podia and once drunk on t.v.
Where my girlfriend swore she saw his love stick
"It just popped out - made me feel sick!"
- when a string was undone
On his Balinese beach wear sarong.
We aped his style in hats and suits
hand made leat...
Thursday 17th November 2016 4:57 pm
"Thy Darke Mistress"
You kiss kiss, caress caress caress her,
Think you possess, that flint heart aggressor?
You should pull back the skin and look beneath
Her enigmatic smile, ivory teeth,
Catching the odour of last night’s vodka
Tasting the rancid sweat on her armpits
Check her purse. See those banknotes? Counterfeit.
Spoken with apparent sincerity
Masking a salacious barbarity
Honeyed wor...
Friday 11th November 2016 5:23 pm
“On Glimpsing Suzie”
Idling down to Sunday market
One eye on the level crossing
Mulling buying grapes and garlic
Maybe back to church – worth going?
Yes, no. Yes, no. Yes, no…. No. No.
A slender woman at the kerb
Waited for the lights to change
Unperturbed by helter skelter
Crazy pell mell pavement riders
Mums and dads and kids and dogs
Darting headlong into traffic
Wore lissom g...
Wednesday 2nd November 2016 9:57 am
"Fit for An Angel"
Wanting whatever might still be found
Picked from the ruins of the Holy Land
I took a plane to Ben Gurion.
I was soon savouring the smells and stalls
Wandering the teeming warren of washed stone steps
and ancient alleyways of old Jerusalem.
Allured by handbells and hallelujahs
I tagged on the tail of a serpentine train
Of Christian pilgrims waving palms
Singing psalms praising Jesus...
Monday 17th October 2016 10:25 pm
"Last Year in Jerusalem"
I found a single stanza in my 'maybe later' documents and pimped it a bit
Hungering for Jerusalem
I flew El Al to Israel.
The smells of Yemenite cuisine
Eaten at Falafel Hateimani
Just past the Ethiopian Embassy near
The Street of the Prophets [Rehov Hanevi'im]
Where Holman Hunt who painted “The Scapegoat”
Built a house - number 64
And delicious pitta dipped in baba ganoush
From a ...
Friday 14th October 2016 11:06 pm
"Face in the Crowd"
God you made me nervous
When the door opened and it was you
Coming, uninvited, to my party
You smiled around the room
Kissed a few cheeks
Sipped a glass of red
You picked up a loose guitar and sang
I put down my glass and sidled near to hear
Your voice, so plaintive
Reached a deeply hidden place
And I held back tears.
But was that just because I've l...
Saturday 8th October 2016 9:29 am
"Steppin' Out"
(I posted this some days ago - however among my chums in 'ull (and on fb) a controversy over whether it is two poems and the second half does not belong here ensued, so I removed it - here it is in its entirety - I have a truncated version as per the critics' suggestions but hey ho) :)
When Julie Christie steps from Ormondroyd’s lorry
Swinging her hair and handbag carefree
Down al...
Thursday 6th October 2016 7:11 am
"Aleppo...Mon Amour"
In the old quarter of Aleppo
A flickering festoon of broken bulbs
And blasted bunting surrounds the souk
Within the cables' crackling sparking
A whispering can be heard,
“Shahid…Shahid…Shahid… Shahid.”
In the third cut of the night
The silence of darkness
Is rent by a mother’s cry
As she tenderly wipes dust from the faces
Of her husband, father, new born child
...Wednesday 5th October 2016 11:19 am
"Sadie"
Sadie was eighty when she stopped counting.
Eighty suited her nicely
so she got there and stayed.
I was her acting amanuensis - unpaid.
She got flustered over much but not overmuch.
When she had forms to fill or worries over bills
begging letters from charities,
unentered lotteries 'won',
piling the floor at her front door
she’d hang out a sign
and I’d pop in for...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:06 pm
"Labour in Vain"
Outside in the corridor
Staring at my trainers
And the soup drip stain
On the thigh of my jeans
Wishing I had change for the vending machine.
Porters wheel stretcher beds
Bearing bulging bellies
Grunting in discomfort
Cursing the pain
They swear they won't go through again
Until the next time
The next and the next after that.
The doors swish open
Th...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 8:25 am
"First Love"
We were teenage innocents
Love birds
Learning the language of
Love words
Huddled close against the winter chill
Holding hands in the shelter
Watching for her last bus
The nine o five
Three four seven
To turn from Lord Street, Southport
Onto Marine Drive
To swallow her away
Home to Rufford,
near Ormskirk,
Lancashire.
Wanting it to come soon…
...Saturday 24th September 2016 8:50 pm
"Meeting Mrs Potiphar"
She devised a meeting ‘just as friends'
Evening drinks in her favourite bar
(Soigné and the food is good)
Her finely plaited ribboned hair
Smelled of woody sandalwood.
[Women's yoga was the excuse she used
to fool her husband, ‘estranged' (or so she claimed)
But in her mind was ‘union’ with me - a different kind]
She said I had to walk her home,
...
Friday 23rd September 2016 9:09 am
"Caz - End of the Affair"
I said, "Don’t love me,
‘we’ can never ever be".
I said another
held my heart, my hopes, my dreams.
She heard, but Caz did not...'hear'.
We had days of fun.
Romping nights of lusting. All
overshadowed by
that other lover lurking,
behind doors of memory.
Caz tried to ask me
if my, “Darling I love you”
whispers were for her
or aimed at the other one.
...Wednesday 21st September 2016 8:38 am
"Donegal Eden"
Our island heaven
Cut off whenever high tide
Covered the causeway.
Secluded from prying eyes
Caz fell in love at first sight.
When the tide went out
We drove across the wet strand
Parking in the dunes
The van inadvertently
Bedded in axle deep sand.
Stuck fast but Caz laughed
Cracked open a bottle of rum
We watched the sun set
Over Arranmore and kiss...
Saturday 17th September 2016 7:27 am
"Let's All Go to Lisdoonvarna"
On Louisburgh strand
County Mayo
Near by Croagh Patrick
(which we never climbed but I say we did and who's to argue?)
We camped beside a brick built flush toilet
Ladies and Gents, clean, plenty of paper
Fresh running water from an outside tap
Five star beach bum luxury.
Weather battered farmers
Wearing weather beaten fedoras
Turned up in weather beaten Toyot...
Thursday 15th September 2016 5:16 am
"Mally"
Sunday 11th September 2016 2:27 pm
"Obituary"
No one informed the Yorkshire Post
of the death of
a certain bourgeois gentilhomme
Major Neville Peterson
The name never caught on
He was Major when he married Mrs Peterson,
Agnes to her friend
Neville called her ‘Mother'
and Mother called him, "Major".
Mother waltzed off with the Major's brother, Arden,
Who called her Chucklebottom
and squeezed her bum
...Wednesday 7th September 2016 10:49 am
"Apitate Ring"
No bank remains on the High Street corner
Where the Yorkshire Penny once stood.
On Saturday afternoons
Its granite steps transformed
To a gospel preachers’ rostrum
As with spittle flecked chins they
Bellowed at sinful shoppers passing by
God’s everlasting love for them
And the assurance of perpetual burning,
For the recalcitrant
Just a heart beat away.
My...
Sunday 4th September 2016 7:53 am
"Alison"
(This is one I rarely look at - I performed it last year a coupla times and have just edited it - pub crowds like the innuendos in this kinda stuff - it's not a favourite, but I thought I'd stick it up anyway - win, lose or draw)
"Alison"
And so, Alison?
Where should I begin?
We met in Skeggy
It was love at first sight-ish for me
She wound the window down
And wa...
Saturday 3rd September 2016 12:02 pm
"Adieu"
“Adieu”
“Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.” (T.S. Eliot. "Burnt Norton")
A long passage rolled ahead
A passage of decades of days
A passage of hopes and no hopes
A passage of aching and aching no more
And one of joy
Of growing
And stooping
And failing falling
...
Friday 2nd September 2016 10:42 am
"On Leaving Dublin - Bloomsday plus one"
(this is one of my earlier pomes - written last year on the 17th June - I'll set about licking it into shape)
With a morning to kill
before the ferry,
to Anglesey,
and nothing to do,
we decided,
it was decided,
well, I decided,
to introduce my squeeze to Irish literature.
I told her, "Nothing wrong with a bit of culture".
Irish lit?
A subject I knew ...
Thursday 1st September 2016 1:09 pm
"Cuddles"
Thursday 1st September 2016 9:37 am
"Mission Hall"
Walking down along Charles Street
A shallow canyon of shuttered shops
Seeking traces of the Pioneer Store
And the anonymous side door
Of Pastor Gardner's
Fig Tree Gospel Hall
.
The ‘beloved' enter through a porch
Crammed with bin bags spilling
Sweet sweat rancid jumble sale stock,
Free for all until the rag man comes.
.
The usher, a farmer
Sentries the insid...
Sunday 21st August 2016 2:46 pm
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