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Poetry

Jan
20
2012

Poem: Liar,Liar.

Liar,Liar. . . So, is gritting your only job, Constantly spreading it underneath Every conversation that we have In order that you don’t slip-up. . .

Jan
6
2012

Poem: Love Me Do.

Love Me Do. . . Although I would move Both the heavens And the earth for your love, The simple truth is That it is not in my remit But in yours. . .  

Dec
24
2011

Poem: Christmas Eve.

Poem: Christmas Eve. . . It’s hard work trying To swim against the tide Of office workers Released from the pen, Moving through the spaces like salmon Going home. . . .  

Dec
5
2011

Poem: Setting The Scene.

Setting The Scene. . . The newly caught kindling Showed flames behind the glass, Which lent a glow To the still unfriendly room Full of glowering Gothic Furniture. . .  

Nov
2
2011

Poem: Fat Caterpillar.

Fat Caterpillar. . Racing across the bridle path Intent upon it’s own business The fat and hairy caterpillar Has no time to worry about mountain bikes. . .

Oct
24
2011

Poem: Buddleia.

Buddleia. . A buddleia bush. Rangy arms thrust In every direction. Not tidy, or well ordered, But decorated like a masterpiece By butterflies that congregate Upon vivid blue flowers. . .

Oct
17
2011

Poem: Contact.

Contact. . . A late night call From someone you love, For no other reason than That they are thinking about you, Is what makes sense Of a sometimes puzzling world. . .

Jul
19
2011

A Lost Sheep Comes Home.

Hi, . How is your week going so far then! Mine has been quite interesting. . Yesterday, I received a comment about a poem of mine which I uploaded last year, called Lost Sheep. . Here it is…. Lost Sheep. . He is a little lost sheep Through no fault of his own Out beyond [...]

Jul
17
2011

Poem: Small Pleasures To Be Had.

Small Pleasures To Be Had. . . The high point of the day Is toast and Marmite Cut into little fingers, And then there’s the postman, Bringing the promise of a letter, Or something unexpected. . .

Jul
15
2011

Poem: Friend.

Friend. . . Each time I take a walk Along by the river It is a pleasure. Though not so much the water, The hanging trees, Or pillowed grass, As much as it is The large and purry cat Who lies in the dust of pink flowers, Waiting to greet me. . .

Jun
26
2011

Poem: Sex.

Sex. . They made love before he left, And she curled up later Replete with the promise of it, After he got back home He hurried round to the pub To watch the footie match on Sky. . .

Jun
23
2011

Poem: Hospital Waiting Roon.

Hospital Waiting Room. . . Sitting here on the ward, Watching the waiting patients Closing one eye To enable them To test out the sight in the other. A background of murmuring From the intense couples, Some with their own partner, Others making friends while they wait. The only thing that’s certain Is that I [...]

Jun
7
2011

Poem. Geordie Dialect: Me Mutha’s Deed Man.

Me  Mutha’s  Deed Man. – Nowt’s green roond heah It’s alle bluddy concrete Bluddy beach is gone Nowt but a crappy auld seat. Me Mutha’s deed man, Aye, ahm bluddy glad, Wi alle these changes Shid tek it bad. Shi luvved them trees doon bie the ‘Lark’ Coonsills buggered off hinny Wi wor bluddy park, [...]

May
31
2011

Poem: Facadism.

Facadism. . You are an unknown country, One where badlands And poisoned wells Are possible Behind the hoardings Of your pretty papered face . .

May
28
2011

Poem: Change Of Plan.

Change Of Plan. . I liked it today When you called unexpectedly And then apologised For interrupting me. It didn’t matter that I had made plans Because nothing could Have pleased me more Or suited me better Than the way it all worked out . .

May
26
2011

Poem: Rock The day.

Rock The Day . . I love a sudden trip out. Just a quick change of shoes, A swift wee, and a bit of lippy, Then I’m ready to go out and party. . .

May
25
2011

Poem: Splendour.

Splendour. . How beautiful To see the weight Of heavy white blossom That lowers the bearing bough In wondrous submission . .

May
24
2011

Poem: The Bay By Tynemouth Priory.

The Bay By Tynemouth Priory. . Children, pecking At the edge of the sea Like waterbirds, In streams of diamonds Pulling back under waves That smooth the sands, Rushing forwards to inundate Old concrete steps Inlaid with stones Like glistening scarab beetles . .

May
23
2011

Poem: Which Animal Would You Be.

Which Animal Would You Be. . . He was a huge man who Resembled a bear. He acted like one too. Being regarded with great care By the whole family Living inside his cage. . .

May
20
2011

Poem: Thinking Cap.

Thinking Cap. . . I sat, with a Contemplative coffee, Watching the line of light Creep slowly across The red turkey carpet. . .   . .

May
3
2011

Poem: Do I Need A Wedding Hat?

Do I Need A Wedding Hat? . . The hard thing is finding just the right outfit to wear to a wedding. You spend hours looking at every page on the web, you trail around the shops every consecutive day for a bloody month, you send away for outfits then fret about returning them. Why [...]

Apr
28
2011

Poem: Row To Hoe.

Row To Hoe. . There is such a Profitable margin of land Available for cultivation Lying in the fallow space Between the waking And the sleeping. . .

Apr
26
2011

Poem: In The Rough.

In The Rough. . There is always Something worth polishing, Like hidden precious stones, Carelessly concealed Amongst the dust devils Of an average rainy day. . .  

Apr
20
2011

Poem: Hallelujah.

Hallelujah. . . Trying on an old favourite Long relegated to the too-small pile And finding out that suddenly I actually can fasten the zip. . .

Apr
14
2011

Poem: Fast Lane.

Fast Lane. . . Yes….Yes….Yes, It feels good To finally know That I absolutely can Tell you to fuck off…. And really mean it. . .

Apr
12
2011

Poem: The Heebie Jeebies.

The Heebie Jeebies. . . Looking out from the window On such a moonlit night Is like being in a plot From a Dean R. Koontz novel. . .

Apr
5
2011

Poem: Brighton Rocks On.

Brighton. . . As a six year old child Down in sunny old Brighton She found all the fun Of a story by Blyton. She ran on the beach With a playmate called Babs And caught herself quite a big Bucket of crabs. . As a drunken teenager In sunny old Brighton The way she [...]

Apr
4
2011

Poem: Life In Technicolour.

Life In Technicolour. . . Speak to me pretty And I feel pretty, Life is all checked gingham And a surrey with a fringe on top. . .

Apr
3
2011

Poem: Secret Needs.

Secret Needs. . . Everyone has their habits, Mine is to keep my diary at hand To satisfy the feeling that I have forgotten something important. Which seems to me to be an improvement On the deeply wired compulsion Of someone who keeps a collection Of cheesy socks hidden under the bed. . .

Apr
2
2011

Poem: What Is Fucking Wrong With You.

What Is Fucking Wrong With You. . . I have told you To fuck-off before And now I’m telling you To go and fuck-off again. I am really getting fucked off With having to tell you to fuck-off. . .  

Mar
30
2011

Poem: No Way Jose.

No Way Jose. . . Don’t apologise Because I’ve heard it all So many times before. I could not forgive you now, No matter how hard I tried, Because just to say it Would stick in my throat Like sharpened tin. . .

Mar
29
2011

Poem: Food For Thought.

Food For Thought. . . It is rude to eavesdrop and listen To other peoples’ conversations. You should not do it, but it is such fun, And you get lots of interesting news By that particular time honoured And most underhand method. It’s not for repeating mind you, Just for smiling about over a cup [...]

Mar
23
2011

Poem: King Edwards Bay, Tynemouth.

King Edwards Bay, Tynemouth. . . Flamboyantly, The sea flicks her skirts Upon the lichened stones In flirtatious welcome. . .  

Mar
22
2011

Poem: Regrets, I’ve Had A Few.

Regrets, I’ve Had A Few. . . I wish I could do it again, I would do it so much better the next time. I would be a better daughter, I would be a better mother, I would be a better friend. My report card should read Tried hard but could do better, But that’s [...]

Mar
19
2011

Poem: Midnight Crawler.

Midnight Crawler. . . I cannot wait To go to bed, To reach my midnight When the dream begins. How real your face, How sweet the voice That calls, to let me know My window in time is open. . .  

Mar
17
2011

Poem: False Start.

False Start. . . After a restless night I finally awoke To a morning Redolent of winter. Gone the welcome Of powder blue skies, The happy kiss of sun. Back to leaden clouds, and, What’s even worse All my reaching hyacinths Are without a winter quilt. . . .

Mar
14
2011

Poem: Only A Glance.

Only A Glance. . It was only a glance From a boy at a bus stop When I was barely sixteen. He was actually with some girl When he turned to look at me, And I was caught and netted By a pair of ice blue eyes Pinpointed by tiny black irises, As, for that [...]

Mar
4
2011

Poem. Retrospect.

Retrospect. . . How many things in a life Have any lasting importance. There are so many little things That cause surprise, upset, pain And sleepless nights by the score That are unremembered In the scheme of things. If only we could have known this At the time they occurred. When you take a longer [...]

Mar
3
2011

Poem: Last Post.

Last Post. . . I sat in the garden Beneath the wisteria, Opened my mail To feel rising hysteria. I need a huge gin now To really kick ass And help me believe That this feeling will pass. . .

Feb
28
2011

Poem: They’re Tough Up North.

They’re Tough Up North. . . How can you tell When it’s winter up North. It’s very easy really, Everyone adds a red nose To their usual outfit. How  can you tell When it’s summer up North. It’s very easy really, Everyone wears their usual outfit But the red nose goes. . .

Feb
25
2011

Poem: There Is A Place.

There Is A Place. . . There is a place where we fish Down on the River Tyne, And it is always a pleasure to go there. The tiny beach is stony, Large water smoothed pebbles And rotting bicycle parts, With a drooping old tree Hanging over the water. However, if you stand really still [...]

Feb
24
2011

Poem: Stamps Are Very Small.

Stamps Are Very Small. . . Stamps are very small You can tuck them anywhere, But they have such power. One careful lick And they will happily carry All of your written thoughts To any place you choose Unhindered and entire. No systems going down But a real and palpable presence In another place Redolent [...]

Feb
20
2011

Poem: Morning Breath.

Morning Breath. . . Lying here, beside you In our rumpled morning bed I am not much surprised by anything. You give off heat like a stove. I would get up and leave you But my heart is satisfied, So I just lie here, leg outside the covers To try to cool down a bit. [...]

Feb
12
2011

Poem: Ask For More.

Ask For More. . Don’t you want more than this. There is far more to life then you ask. The terrible thing about it all Is that you will probably get Exactly what you say you want. Why don’t you ask for the moon And then demand the stars, Ask for joy and fun and [...]

Feb
8
2011

Poem: Familiarity Breeds.

Familiarity Breeds. . They have lived together now For almost a lifetime, They sleep and eat and live each day Alongside, yet growing apart. They know all that they wish to know From the repetitive litany of personal preference. They speak but do not listen They have their eyes open but do not see. How [...]

Jan
31
2011

Poem: Secret Squirrel.

Secret Squirrel. . . It is all in the hands Of the old rain gods. Though we won’t accept it They do have complete control Even in Virginia. Looking into the silver mirror Is the way to communicate With the old knowledge Buried in the deep cover . .

Jan
17
2011

Poem: Married Time.

Married Time. . . It is the inheritance Of all our partnered time, The simple habits learned, The quirks accommodated. It’s the toast that’s slightly burned To suit a wayward taste, The spoons in bed, the colour red, The sum of all the words we’ve said. . .

Jan
12
2011

Poem: Moth.

Moth. . . Bewitched Spellbound And entranced Like Trilby With her Svengali. . . The story of Svengali and Trilby, written by George Du Maurier, was first published in 1894. It became a bestseller and was made into an excellent film in 1931. . . .

Jan
11
2011

Poem: Dead Time.

Dead Time. . . At  3 am, Looking around A shadowed bedroom, It all seems to be charged With a great expectancy. . .

Jan
10
2011

Poem: Stormy Weather.

Stormy Weather. . . Hold fast, Don’t give up To the pressures Of a high tide. You can weather The hardest storm And pick up the pieces Left beside the waterline. . .