Thinking thoughts the writer sits Pen poised But the words do not escape into ink Wedged as they are within Craniums dark gapping grasp Maybe a pint would help or chips or a walk Another day gone The Muse – a let down once more
This ribbon of sound Was unbound Splitting it was found Twisted folded around To make a mound Knew which pound… of flesh was bound To sink down To form the word, a sound The ribbon of sound Was found A narrative of life Bound in the unbound This Ribbon of sound.
New and pinkly lean they stand Wood like sentinels, puncturing jaded sky A mockery of the trunk, craggy bark Green coated and split within Grass bright studded with daffodils Covering a floor, so out of place Against a back drop of snow drenched hills
The dark radiant, Night is sick, Within possibilities, Trembles with fear, Of the undefined.
Last year I had a great time at the first Poetry Slam to be held in Cirencester. It was organised by the fab Marcus Moore and Sara-Jane Arbury and was lots of fun. Of course I did not score very high but that is not why I go to them – this was my third […]
Breathing life… breathing fire – I want to sleep upon this pyre, In this time and in this place – I love the whole of the human race
A cascade of moments that may be a life, a drain, a drain of resource pain and thought and me strung up upon myself
Dreams are for making, not breaking don’t let them decay away, it may seem impossible but you’ll find a way.
Crash bang thump, A noise & what do I see? Little black and whites, staring at me!
Take one apathetic, peaceful, book-loving student body intent on learning Tenderise with cuts and broken promises Optionally add agent provocateur/thug type – this speeds the reaction but is not necessary due to using the kettling technique – guaranteed to bring anyone to a slow violent boil Sprinkle in a portion of police – ill-equipped and […]