The parents hug their childrenWhile their children cry As on the ship out of port‘Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye.’ Grow up to be a good girlAnd look after the little man.And as she says those wordsShe lets go her little hand. At the thought of that, she thinks her thoughts.Years later, she …
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Glass
After bottles, vases and jarsOff they go to get smashed in pubs, discos and bars.“If you blow it, that’s it, you see”Confided one glass-blower. The factory carried onbut survival wouldn’t be long.Redundancies got higheras productivity got lower. Laid off workers sankto the bottom of their bosses’ aquarium tank.They cut it so finetheir once diamond vessel …
1899 Visionary
Finally, what was there from its beginnings was clearer.How the coldness had been hidden behind an hysterically hyped up veneer.A scientist opportunist conning peers.A philanthropist grave-digger snatching moneyed sneers. I’m not going to judge lest I be judged.I’m not going to hold a grudge lest they begrudge.Nor march to the next century to just trudge.Nor …
The Delicate Little Ones
The delicate little onesTurn upside downInside their fragile little homesGravitating over the earth. Trees, uprooted, lie.Monochrome televisions flickerAs the delicate little onesPut price tags on objects of no worth. The delicate little onesPass on their virusesAnd die little deathsBefore their defences can react. Lollypop ladies stand.Constellations fadeAs the delicate little onesSee family heirlooms ransacked.
Tales of Isolation
New collection just finished. 12 new poems and collages from lockdown (in menu above)
Act Cool
When you’re at your all-time lowyou want to look cool.No longer need to worry about what you don’t understand or know‘cos you’re no longer at school. Swallow the keys to your cell to hide them.Then throw them up to get out.Worry about where and whenbut who to avoid is what it’s really about.
Songs
Songs that get in your head foreverpop in from time to time like family and old friends.You know you won’t be leaving anything of any worth behindbut it’ll have been worth it when it ends.
times and places
at 7.34 he stepped outat 7.34 he closed the door behind himat 7.43 he stubbed out a fag and bought a newspaperat 8.08 and 20 seconds, he left the cafeat 9.09 and 3 seconds, he was snapped smiling on the street.
My End-of-Term Report
a little plug (number 15); https://blog.feedspot.com/poetry_blogs/ *first three lines of every verse are from my primary school reports. John has worked well throughout the yearAlthough he tends to dream at times.Often puzzled by new ideas,His poems, occasionally, lack acceptable rhymes. He is beginning to come out of his shellAnd this is mirrored by his general …
Breaking News
People are gate-crashingthe politicians’ world partycracking open crates of aleand raiding refineries for gallons of oil. No one knows what fate awaitsthe fleeing President of the Big United Matesbut it is believed, doing a bunk,he may be in a bunker. Ordinary people, in so many words,have told leaders they’re a bunch of nerds.No one knows …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 