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Change of venue for The Poetry Train

Just a note to all that may be interested that I have changed the venue for The Poetry Train open mic event in Wolverhampton. It will now be held at the Britannia Hotel in Lichfield St Wolverhampton on the last Wednesday of each month. for more info please go to the gig guide. Thanks.

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The Poetry Train Open Mic

A couple of poems for Haiti

HAITI

Tears of dust

Fall from façades

That hang, for a moment,

On the bones of architecture.

The degrading rubble wears the scent of decay.

Today- the buildings died!

But more...

Because within the random crypts

Are encased the fragments of life.

Family trees have been amputated

And the amputees weep for their lost limbs.

 

 

 

IT’S BE...

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Under the Machine

UNDER THE MACHINE

In Childhood

In awe

Of the power

The form

The possibilities

The reach

The complex beauty of creation.

Invention

That lengthens our stride

-Inwardly, outwardly-

Enhancing life

Turning cogs

Thrusting rods

Limitless boundaries of exploration.

Connecting

Village to village

City to city

Country to country

World to world,

Mind to mind,

Cyber pathways of neural conn...

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A point of contention, I'm sure...

"Oh how I wish I could laugh out loud in the silent confusion!". The one thing I despair about in the poetry world is that everyone wants to repaint your picture rather than accept that it is your picture in your style and with your colours. If you like the picture, then that's great, if you don't, well that's fine too, but please don't try to touch up my work, rather paint your own. I offer it ...

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Scars...again...

SCARS

Crudely

Dissected,

A body

Dispersed

In allegoric

Confusion.

Illusion of intent,

Bound in bales of deceit.

Repeated act

Of global harmony

Extracts the tongue;

A serial conspiracy

To silence the voice

Of choice.

Product refinement?

Product alignment!

The consignment

Dispatched

By male order:

Discrete delivery

To the Frankenstiens

Of slavery.

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COFFEE CUPS AND PLATES

COFFEE CUPS AND PLATES

 

Sticky rings of coffee

Punctuate the flat

Like lost moments,

Sharing their space

With ash and singed paint.

Mugs are drowning in cold dishwater

And plates lie dying

With memories of meals

Painted on their glaze.

Artefacts of a life

Decorate the walls,

Small portals to nostalgia

Flavouring the mind with a taste of history.

Yesterday’s stale loaf

With a sever...

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Reluctant Sculpture

Here's one I wrote a couple of years ago, but have resurrected in light of the recent unveiling of the sculpture in rememberance of 7/7....

 

THE RELUCTANT SCULPTURE

 

Torn edges sparkle like wet sap in the summer sun,

Sequined edges to the red and blue fabric of the sculpture.

The pure symmetry of its’ form has been dispersed in abstract torture

Casting off its’ purpose with helpless distr...

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SCARS

SCARS

Crudely

Dissected,

A body

Dispersed

In allegoric

Confusion.

Illusion of intent,

Bound in bales of deceit.

Repeated act

Of global harmony

Extracts the tongue;

A serial conspiracy

To silence the voice

Of choice.

Product refinement?

Product alignment!

The consignment

Dispatched

By male order:

Discrete delivery

To the Frankenstiens

Of slavery.

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