Autobiography

Poem of the week

I find myself in Cricklewood

I find myself in Cricklewood, laughing And leering, guiltily, at the expectorating chaos that lies beneath. I drink a brown pint and attempt nonchalance

A Monkey's Smile

A monkeys’ smile is a half-arsed grin.

Hope

I sat down on the back table. Keeping my bag close and pretending to be doing something on my phone so that I wouldn’t be noticed. ‘Hey Alex.’ Oh great.

Farts

Listed below are the farts that have shaped my life. In chronological order:-

The Cloud

I leant back onto the soft warmth of her bed. As she reached across my chest and just eased her head back onto it, I listened to her heart-beat against my side.

Saint Valentine’s Day

“What does he know?” Papa grumbled. “The war will soon be over ... there will be a settlement, you’ll see.”

1978

In the washed out pre-shrunk days of seventy eight Just after punk before we got drunk and learned to smoke On the cusp our teenage minds not yet corrupt Floyd full volume

The House is Quiet Without Her

“Do you have to scream like that? Screaming like a bitch!”

The Plagiarist

I plucked a fern from Dylan's hill, cut the 'H' from Ginsberg's 'Howl', nicked some lines from R McGough, regurgitated them wholesale. I robbed a phrase from Mr Hughes,

Friend Reunited?

Early morning halflight I look for clues scour halfread books listen for whispers in favourite music tangible riffs tangled in memory. I look for clues hints of mindset

The Outside Plant

Febuary 9, 2010

Karma

Karma It's karma I tell myself over and over it's karma This way I can escape the pain That maybe I WAS a victim It was not my fault But it was 'Cause this is karma Karma

Escape

You're surrounded By hate and anger A constant disappointment So build the perfect sheild To protect yourself Block out what everyone says And trust no one but yourself
Cherry

To Speak

Sometimes, they’d come like a racing waterfall over mossy rocks, Flooding the spaces, Forming life or at the very least a bit of green.

Cumbersome

The rising of the morning star was enough for you, Telling tales of misty eyes will part the few, Arise my inner darkness,

I am

fragile, easily broken, forgettable, my touch is gentle, quiet and disturbed like curtains rustling in the breeze, i wish to know, to have a definite opinion, but I don't, i simply waver
Cherry

Why I'm angry

It isn't the fact that she was rude, It isn't the detention that she missed, Or the list of obscenities she's hurled at other students,

The Mirror

Based around someone very close to me..

Libra

Only cautious Capricorn can make me lose my balance.

OPEN LETTER TO MY DEAREST DAD

Dearest Dad Where-ever you are Greetings from me And my family You know Where we are Left a legacy No one dare Copy No copy right Nevertheless difficult To emulate Knowing you
Cherry

Life ...

I wake up. I wearily wash my face in luke warm resignation. As I look around this wretched room, it makes me wonder how on earth I have ended up here.

The first written words, spoken by the true me.

I lost myself many years ago, I became a nervous anxious wreck, scared of everyone and everything, I lost my path and everything that made me the person I am, today I took a leap of faith and succeede

My Spoon Fell Into The Jelly Tub

Eating strawberry jelly fresh out of the fridge Attention wanders. Spoon falls- squish- Into the pink-red depths. Dilemma. If I stick my fingers in It'll be sticky, and messy, and awkward

ice cream

i can still taste you sweet on my tongue lingering like ice cream when you have licked the cone clear you're like candy the sugar rush of your touch gives me a high

undergrowth

i was overgrown the wind making tangleknots of my thoughts the weeds curling entrails of past regrets stifling my growth then you came the sharp blades of your righteous anger

the page welcomes me like a lover

prose poem about the compulsion i get to write on blank pages!

iAsk

Questions. Questions. Questions.
Cherry

Empathy

I pass him every morning. Come rain or shine. There he is. Cheerful. Always cheerful. Doffing his horrid little hat. In that unique grandiose manor of his. Once he even winked at me.

Beryl The Peril

Beryl The Peril Remember when we met And smoked a spliff And ate bad chips And talked about your dead dad In a Sam Smith’s And looked at a hotel You’d like to stay in
Cherry

The Burned Out Citreon

It looked like an ancient relic. The rust and smell of fired petrol first assaulted your senses but underneath it, a mephitic odour lurked. It smelt as if someone had been burned alive in the car.

I'm telling everyone I want Germany to win

I'm writing a poem a day about the World Cup. This is day 4, a response to Germany beating Australia. See all the poems at worldcuppoems.blogspot.com

Humor In a Golf Injury

Humor in a Golf Injury

Out of my body or out of my mind?

OUT OF MY BODY OR OUT OF MY MIND Eerie beings twist and gyrate before my eyes I cannot comprehend what it is I see This madness before me My spirit floats above

There will be blood

I do not consider myself a poet, but enjoyed writing this anyway

Grandview Apartments Haiku (U.S.A.)

space, A.C., paper pens, pain, quiet, world-wide web, free oft empty hours outside's a city safer for people with cars; I haven't got one barking dogs in yards hobo hustlers on corners,

A Gambler Born and Bred 19

As usual, I came to terms with the horrible truth after the event, and, at a snail’s pace, began to understand what we had done when it was all too late.
Cherry

Walking in wild wheat

under blue skies you walk barefoot through whistling wheat gold moments to wandering feet carressing quench of long stemmed pale green grasses grown from small seeds to tall towers

Old Dog

Dog poem.Work in progress

thirst

how many syllables is that

The day Uncle John died

He had suffered enough.

A Day of Thanks

A day of Thanks…….

It Took Time

It took time for her to see....

One Voice

One Voice can be heard....

Conversation between Nadir,Zenith & Me

Why are you Dressed In black Nadir? Am your worst Nightmare Am here to take You down Bring back Your dark thought Bout of Depression You will beg me To leave You alone Don't worry
Cherry

A Gambler Born and Bred 18

In October, she decided that we deserved a break and bought tickets for Florence and Venice.

A Gambler Born and Bred 17

I stayed at Mum’s house for the next few days, knowing that if I was to keep hold of the money, I had to stay away from fruit-machines as much as I could.

iFlower

my boyfriend used to say i was his little english rose now he says i’m a snap dragon i tell him it’s hormonal

Do It Yourself Detailing

Do It Yourself Detailing

A Gambler Born and Bred 16

At Christmas, I went back to England to see Mum for the first time since 1990.

How Did We Survive

we would grab onto the back of the car bumper as the driver tried to negotiate the snow covered Chicago streets
Cherry

My Mother

What my mother means to me. I hope she never reads this.