Autobiography

The Gambolling Baby Boomer

Chapter One of "Rescue of a Rock and Roll Child".
Cherry

We were warned

We were warned but we didn't listen. We continued on the same road without turning off. We ignored the signs leading onto slip-roads. We eased off the pedals

A trip to the movies.

I like those types of films .....

Something She did

Semi autobiographical story looking at my nan and the influence she had over people despite being only a housewife

i passed someone in the street

its a dirty l i n g e r look given in haste regret no self edit

cold

Its like when we got stuck out in the cold with the snow And you rubbed my hands Wince and grin. And my breath plumed like yours did And there was the sweetness of wool jumpers

His Offering

I wanted to try to write about my Grandad and try to tease out his relationship with his local church and its churchyard.

COFFEE-HOUSE HAIKU

Espresso's flavor is like a graceful symphony; always surprising Outside cars drive by going nowhere so fast and loud; no time for haiku Here is a painting of a red rose, beautiful

Autumn Calling

Autumn Calling Let the leaves lie They’ll depart this earth when they are bored See that grey sky It’s nature sharpening its winter sword The eerie quiet Interrupted by a crow

Mike Taboo

By his first Wednesday in school Everyone knew who Mike Taboo was The new student; a foreign gargoyle, Crack in the fairytale, black as charcoal, Sasquatch footsteps that pumped our tarmac.

All in a Day's Work

think before you shop before you drop

There's been an incident

There's been an incident, I can't be specific- I can't give you details. We've called the people, Left a message, They'll know what to do. The people,they'll send a man.

Find help from within

A poem I wrote & gave to my son to try to get him to find some peace from within himself.
Cherry

Can you smell the jasmine blossom?

'Our feet wrapped up in brown paper. Fragile and new.' ...

Death's door

Suffering terrible flu (poss the swine variety), feel like death. Will be back soon hopefully - if I get the thumbs up ;)
Cherry

Robots Politicians & Strangers

Robots Politicians & Strangers I never consented to a life so demented With aliens tormenting my soul I gave neither permission nor limp submission To my world being in the control

JUST ANOTHER DAY

"Watching girls on the street: well, that's allright with me and it's just another day." - John Mellencamp I woke up, like usual, in a sort of void: mild back-ache mild head-ache

Hobo

Story/poem/song about being stuck between two places.

What are we

Cross that line Escape to hallucinate Ecstasy, fantasy If you were me Soul graffiti Purge on a page A life without a view A soul without a heart The heavens then opened
Cherry

I fell in love with a Chinese communist

He looked like he knew about decisions, his hair was square and he was oddly ancient in conversation. The courtship was modest his kisses like sesames,
Cherry

A Bag

All I needed was a bag To carry the weight in. The weight that I'd been balancing on my head for years so that my neck had become crooked and buckled. All I needed was a bag
Cherry

One day you will ask yourself, what have I done

You are looking for facebook friends. You are a fad. You are a bad apple. You are an egg, you are itchy and you are, most importantly wearing my dress. You are a light bulb in the bin

Dreamer - Haiku

Why can’t you let her, Be who she wishes to be, Not imprision her? She longs to be free, To be adored by a boy, Insted of hated. She is a dreamer, Only you can set her free,

My Friends

I no life can sometimes get hard, But no matter where you go or what you do, I promise you, I will be your light in the dark. When all hope seems gone, And you’ve got nothing to hold onto,

Let's not talk shit

Alright, let's not talk shit Let us not beat around that bush What the fuck have you done With that soul of mine Cause I still can't find it I thought you had given it back

What a joy

What a joy to behold Using this skill of old To write bullshit on a page like this And for people to read it, thus To give their opinion To share a belief
Poem of the week

For the kisses you took and didn’t talk of

For the gap when you’re kissing in your head, when your breath holds its hiccups at the closeness of the happening for the few degrees of incline the advance of the arch

BLUE HAIKU

outside the sky is bright and blue; the warm wind tells me things I doubt are true Bob Marley smiles on my wall, smiles and that is all: just like at the mall old hat, new old hat
Cherry

Paper, Scissors, Rock

Current IP. They snatched the scissors away...Nothing sharp permitted here, not in this place.

Pale pride

Wishful thinking, all comes to nothing We moved in together and for a time where as one The royal we, each one thought about the other The love was real

Trying to be me

I tried to be me But it didn't seem to work And being someone else Seems so much worse I give up most days And it spirals down People fall apart around me But I hit the ground first

Supposedly free

I'm supposed to be free As this is a democracy Yet bound I am To your rights of man To live to work And work to live To get nothin back Except selfish greed Please do carry on

Nothing for good

Ingenius I’m sure I said to Mom I never got that kind of help What is it that I am to be good at? I can’t paint a picture or knit a hat Nor paint a wall or create a masterpiece

Don't tell mum: Part 1

The black floor is painted with tippex and poster paints: CF loves ML, EH loves ML, KA loves ML. It is a time in our lives when we all love the same boy and there is no problem with that.

Eldridge Tiffin is...

For Joel Eldridge Tiffin is carrying over-ripe mangoes. Eldridge Tiffin is buried in sand up to his neck. We are playing cricket nearby. Eldridge Tiffin is very good at swimming.
Cherry

The Knock Out

It's funny how things happen.
Cherry

A Fairy Tale for Jason.

Children Radio Prize Entry

Two Weeks On

I was cold. I was cruel. I used him, bruised him. He was wounded, rejected. They told me to call. I phoned. He'd meant to. We talked, politely. No regrets.Not embarrassed.

The Clattering of the Compact

From Glam Rock to the New Romantics.

Grumper

The clothes she's grown out of Pile in the corner, And that's how long it's been, That's how long it's been.

Untitled

The bin fills up with snot spent tissues The bed only for sleep and arguments

Things You Don't Like

The way I stack cutlery with the sharp bits facing down The way my expression is fixed into a frown The way I leave the sponge in the filthy sink to soak

Men in modern Britain

Yesterday on the high street I saw two blokes walking a chiwawa. An ugly dog, an excuse for a dog usually kept in the handbags of brain-dead W.A.Gs or Paris Hilton A-LIKE.

not finished

A young well faced lady, White shock a early december. The light translucent fingertips appear, from previous times which couldn't, even if thought about be matched to the rightful memories.

Journey into Utopia

The world from a different perspective.
Poem of the week

My response to an angry female poet

A response to a perfomance I witnessed at an open mic night a little while ago :)

MOWING A RURAL OREGON LAWN

Muscling the noisy machine through the tall grass, my bad back aching botanical shrapnel's flying: insects fleeing in all directions the neighbors told me

Box

Box Pick a box any box Live in it Move into a bigger one Store everything you have in other boxes Pick a box Drive in it Feel alive in it Get a bigger box Or a faster box Pick a Box

Sex Is Not Sacred.

Read it and find out.

Savage

Betrayal of friendship.

Realisation

A resurgent memory and the knowledge of what it means.

Aloo Ghobi

In the first hard year of teaching I left you to the cooking, Knowing on the grey A12 I would return to something good; something worth the waiting. But through the credit crunch

My Brand New Mobile Phone

My brand new mobile phone. The Fuckberry Tosspot Turbo •5 mega pixies who live inside the unit making sure everything works

You Said It Was Easy

You said it was easy I gave you my hope For the rest of my life But where is the answer I miss what I gave At the end of the fight Oh, what a feeling so hard to describe

SITTING ON A MILK CRATE

(written last Spring in "The Crisis Resource Center" in Grants Pass, OR) Haggard crows fly by over majestically layered clouds in a rich blue sky above forest green mountains

With Hands Tied

She paced back and forth in her mind. Frustrated. Frustrated beyond belief. She had finally done what he wanted,