This was the first poem I wrote for a new collection I’ve been working on since the summer and now completed called ‘Ventriloquist Dummy Voice-Overs.’ I have been writing more than posting for these last few months but will post a few from this new collection based on the theme of voices. Read ‘La formula …
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Poetry Archive
Congrats to the winners this year! I entered with ‘Mannequin Street’ and you can find the video there on Poetry Archive website.
Bob Dylan – Mayor of This Mortal Coil
We all die and the only thing not to know is how:Some ‘cos they eat too much cow.Some ‘cos they smoke.Some ‘cos they don’t joke. We all go to the undertakers:Some ‘cos they’re unlucky overtakers.Some ‘cos they’re sinking death rowers.Some ‘cos they’re drowning maritime blowers. We all get our card marked and have to punch …
Elvis Costello – After the Crime
She’d always be a teendespite the passing, and doing of, time.Such was the shock from the adults aroundno reason for that action would ever be found. He himself got off, never hung.Deserved as much as her, highly strung.A medieval case, the modern press shookas her identity parade paraded on his facebook.
Amy Winehouse – MissIn’
Amy Winehouse would have been celebrating her 40th birthday today. I wrote this poem soon after her death in 2011 as part of my ‘Side One’/’Side Two’ collection of the time drawing on my favourite music artists. Of course, I never met her or even saw her perform live, but tried to imagine what she …
Nirvana feat. Chet Baker – Unplugged
Won’t it end in a lie if truth be told?Gold diggers say that when they don’t find gold.I got a flea-market here that just won’t perform.The sea is so rough they launch a shipwreck for the coming storm.Accountants sack their horses and succinctly bolt for the door.Writers have their feelings, but readers feel it’s all …
The Who – Hippy Horoscopes
You can trust your friends and live togethersharing out what you have forever.The flowers will bloom and you’ll laugh in the heather. They’ll give you your what-will-be(s). The stars will fall around your head,pointing out your words, orange and red.They’ll raise you up, born and bred. Bedtime praying on your knees. Party animals will spill …
Well Well Well and Well
As random as a random turnand heading for a fateI sealed it in an envelopeand second class did wait.And when it came I opened itand whispered out aloud.Well well well and well, said Iwell well well and wellthen thundered out some lighteningand puffed a big grey cloud. Higher than a drama highand playing down to …
The Artist’s Statement
The artist painted them.Then they disappeared.Only the canvas remainedwith the last time they were seen. When called in for questioning,refused to talk.Just painted curtainsas a signed statement. The tabloid headline read‘Serial killer painted them, then curtains.’A court artist drewthe artist after sentencing.
Watching People from a Cafè
Some moonwalk backwards past.Some slow-motion steer.Some upwards beanstalk mast.Some downhill rabbit hole disappear. Some hand in hand.Some distant one-man elastic band.Some three-legged race.Some astronaut-float through space. Some in 14th century rags.Some in 1789 attire.Some in birthday suit bags.Some with hair on fire. Meanwhile as I sit and sip,the rusty wind-up toy cafe box spins.Teacup saucer …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 