Category Archives: New poetry
Flat White
Our round moon stares blankly into the fractured dark of space
Down here, erstwhile, two sirens bleat at each other giving chase
They are distant wailing tho’, easily drowned out by the grunting clack
Of some late diesel dragging mountains some way down some local tracks
A murmur close at hand alerts those of us with some keener senses
That neighbours are readying for bed
And above my head
The crash of plates kicks off the rounds of splashing
of drains washing last nights dinners and dreams beneath our feet.
Goodnight sweet Britain
Dream well of burning roads spewing clouds of woe
as cars and buses still rumble late along your sleeping streets.
And race the dawn
When our grey air
Will once again, like magic,
Fill with twits and twittering
Pretty fluttering’s
Sweeping your groggy sleep-glued eyes and brushing the bright of light aside
Breathing fresh breath into your grey old wings.
Atomic Ironic
They asked us to build
An island to build a base to
Build a gun on
Then
They asked us to build
An island to build a town on
To get blown up
They got us to build these
Far from home
On the other side of the planet
An impossible task
Taking miles of man hours
And costing an aeon of money
We spent our time
Ingeniously
Breaking the codes of the atom
Building the biggest
The wildest, the newest
Securing our seat
At the side of the mighty
Wasting our atmosphere
Nuking the air
To check
That no further threats
Grew anywhere…
Why we poppy
A red flower on your breast
Feeding thoughts of war
A century of life lost young
Defending freedom
In European mud the first seeds
Bloom among youths’ blood
Ensuring rights and laws upheld
Defending freedom
Yet wars and wars again
Beset our Earth, doom our kin
Piling dead poppies on the pain
Defending freedom
As a century of poppies passes
Blurring right’s, a little out of focus
Battles reign for Aurelian
Defending freedom
A Terse 3 Verser
This bleak streak
Of weaknesses
Conspires to undermine
Our promises
Your clear dark stare
Remembers love
My baleful pale blue
Needs more of yours
So in that needle point
Of passions flame
Save those embers
For our latest game
Gateaux Piment
When you’re short of breath walking up the street
Gateaux Piments
When your jeans hug tight and your buttons squeeze
Gateaux Piments
When you’ve just the time for a sneaky snack
Gateaux Piments
You wake with a start from a sweaty nap
Gateaux Piments
When your itching toes get no soothing scratch
Gateaux Piments
A tasty treat in a handy batch
Gateaux Piments
Country poem / Shtrum Tikh
Strum tick
Strum tick
All sing along
Strum tick
It’s my country song
Late in fat moon
Shiny night
Strum tick
Lights a stream of bright
Strum tick
Strum tick
Soulful pace
Strum tick
Here’s a heart warmed place
Rich in history
Sweet in sound
Strum tick
Swell with hearts sweet pound
Strum tick
You’re my hearts hot fire
Strum tick
Music drawn by wire
Here in this sweet tune
So sure
Leaves the beat
For love to pour