Autobiography
The Intervention of Vinnie the Ted
Punks and Teds...causing mayhem in suburban London! Image, ca. 1978.
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Honest pretence
I saw it – that moment – when you - all pretence – revealed who you actually were – piss-shit – all lust – for that one = that one – -that one! – you know –
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Childhood Memories
I was a sickly child, suffering greatly from wind, Mother always approached me with a clothes peg on her nose.
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King Street Downtown
Towers of glass are monuments to society
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A hipflask
'Why do you always have a hipflask my friend Tom asks.
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Once in an English Sailing Town
The foolish shenanigans of young tearaway Shane Patrick Halligan once upon a time in an English sailing town.
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So Lovelorn in London Town
A tale of hopelessly failed romance, based on the tragic truth.
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A Dandy at the Gates of Stirling
How did a young dandy come to find himself locked outside the Gates of Stirling?
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(I.P.) At the Top of the Hill...
It is this hill which keeps me sane...I come up here to write.
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a winter of the soul
Most birds have flown away skies are gray, and it's a cold wind in which the trees sway the tractor rusts in the shed and the farmer rusts in bed; the painter lays down his brush
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All That In Me Weeps
Life lesson
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Wilderness
Squinting to see the once vivid trail, I halt. Forced (by unseen restless forces) I immediately, Press on. My eyes adjust to the dim light,
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Blind fate
Is it all just a lie I fool myself with, I dream of her face, I dream of a place, I dream of our lo\/e, that I claimed once to li\/e, If it is lo\/e, should she feel the same,
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Fugue (The Forest)
Lost in the wood
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In the dark when goblins dance
The watches of the night.
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insomnia
I didn't catch the PM programme on radio 4 which invited people to call in with tales of how insomnia had effected their lives, just the asking bit the day before. On the day I was too busy.
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We're All Mad Here
There's a girl at the table to my right, curled up in her chair and retreating into a bottle-green hoody like a snail. She must be at least my age, yet she's clutching a soft toy penguin.
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In the art gallery
I won't say which one
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PEOPLE POWER
PEOPLE POWER Power corrupts And Absolute power Corrupts Absolutely Poeple power Is now Part of history In Tunisia & Egypt And Everywhere Gave us Immense pleasure
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Swim
If it was a glacier, or a river where fish season the surface like platelets, you would dive it, hang by your belly in liquid trusting the architecture of your machinery to currents.
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Cornish Fire, From A Distance
Alerted by a sudden message crackling through branches baked by summer, the village stirred and distant sirens raced towards something terribly alive across the fields,
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Am I slowly killing myself
with alcohol with sleep with movies: there was a time when movies used to excite, now they bore me, make me wonder why I am watching them. I drink alcohol to get a high, thinking
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Dog
Man's two great loves: animals and alcohol
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A HORSE WOMAN I AM NOT
A true life horse tale.
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Truffle hunters
Three months of dying had really taken it out of her.
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The Washing Up Undone
Like the Greeks at Salamis With nowhere left to run I had to face my enemy The 'Washing-Up Undone' The hunger that lay heavy Was weakening my fleet So as Themistocles had done
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Beautifully
Three people I remember in particular..
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Lost Glasses
They went missing like a pair of cats that wonder off and get stuck in a neighbours shed. Through the blur I take cautious steps and check , patting with my hand the places
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A Paltry Political Broadcast
To get one’s foot through a crack in the door to enter discourse, is no simple feat. One must enter prepared.
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Angels write in poetry, Demons write in prose
As I lie beneath the blanket Of a heavy Devon sky That has breached its secret contract With the local weatherman And begun to bleed
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Fucking Penguins.
Villanelle. I don't know how to get a beat. I tried a villanelle because the repetition makes it seem easier. I don't know. What is the best poem form to start off with for beginners?
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I have fallen in love with someone beautiful
She is an illustrator of children's books obviously
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Hide and Seek
"In a daze of lavender oil and mirtazapine dreams, I go looking for her. Having wandered on the wrong side of the River Wear for weeks"
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You closed the door (A Villanelle)
I closed the door and all the lights went dead I opened it again and saw the sun (I think by then you ran within my head) The wind collected all my dreams in red
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Built As A Ruin
I remember the Grand Tour, you gave us of your childhood. Forced to admire your views, Trudging beneath the February skies of your overcast eyes. "That must have been awful?" was the script
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You
You hold me like the moon is held Still in the bright, blue, Spring sky. You embrace me like the seawall Encircles Canvey Island. You catch my words like a bucket
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The connect
The connect The oh fuck moment breaks against you and your gut, your stomach embraces you like an air bag, your fists sweat, they are car batteries leaking acid
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I Think This Is The End
Speak to me when I'm too far away to hear...
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Breakfast Time
Peanut butter sticks to the roof of my mouth, we talk about democratic social planning in communities. You find a safety in your work, and speak elegantly and articulately
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Hangover
Looking and feeling my best...NOT!
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AN IDYLLIC AFTERNOON
Time for me to paint, spent about a week on this painting.
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Small pieces of England
I hold the pebbles in my hands, thinking of how, one day, I shall have just enough small, perfect pieces to make a whole England.
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Cairo
About Tahrir square. And Cairo.
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A thing of beauty ...
... is a joy forever.
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every day god creates a new paradise
in the spring i dug the earth i designed my garden a miracle a new birth we planted our rosses and positioned our trees you gave the farmer grain sunshine and rain
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Life experience with a side of books
I know only what I have done, and nothing else.
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I've prayed for the end
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God grants sleep to those whom He loves
Crackle and whistle The springs of a bed
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A Valentine from Berlin
A true Valentine's tale
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First Love 4
Yes, I had felt nothing. Old feelings die hard. I have tried to find those old feelings again and again and they just aren't there.
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"Pretty Bubbles in the Air"
I would cup my hands; capture them. Only, I can’t...
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Experienced Poetry makers
Complete with my own rowing boat, Darkened the oars on a fine hemp sail, Slogged it in the water slowly, Pardoned the judge, For refusing my bail, A terrible night it was,
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First Love 3
When Beth and I broke up, that's when strange things started happening. Girls like Linda and Robin started to find me attractive. It occurred to me that they had read some of my notes to Beth.
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Afternoons In The Love Museum
The sleeping head of a hanged drayman preserved in a bell jar. The ghost of his wife stares through glass, the dusty crevices of the building heavy with age,
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The Quest for Alix Ward
It couldn’t be called a love affair or love at first sight for, in truth, Pete had never even set eyes on the girl but he knew, beyond a glimmer of a doubt that he loved her.
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First Love 2
YES, they would pull us apart. We were so together and they would pull us completely apart. At first, people love to be around people who are in love... soon, the novelty of love fades.
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