Larkin 25 - I'm Not Larkin By Kerry-Joe Pulford

I'm not Larkin. I only want one hit, Like Wordsworth, The Daffodil one. Don't get me wrong I'm all for being prolific ... But it's 25 to f*** And I'm still struggling With my pen. Why the Scare? I've had time to prepare, It's not Knebworth. But the stare of the crowd ... I've got something to say, To be part of this life out loud The words leave your mouth And though strangers for sure, You think Yeah, I understand The words leave your mouth And you're wanted, A hand in a hand.

Copyright © Kerry-Joe Pulford 2010

Poetry - Beverley's Grumble By Jan McGeachie

Ice and snow, coldest winter you say? I yearn for the norm, every day What do you expect? Let me be I hate having now reached sixty I'd really rather be o'er there With Under Fives, for whom I care Where ethics never slipped away Read more...

Poetry - To See By Belinda Barchard
	Sometimes, just sometimes We too, wish we were blind Wish we could live outside our own minds Live freely and without the confines Of our tormented souls Those thoughts and those feelings Over which we have no hold And sometimes no control Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Life Is 140 Characters By Dave Windass

I used to enjoy telling the world What I was up to Using 140 characters But I woke up one morning And realised that writing For 140 characters Is a lot harder Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - A Mother's Lament By David Thompson

Something borrowed, something blue, So little time, so much to do, Things to buy, things to try on, All for a day that's here and gone. A wedding list that's far too long, Who to cross off, bound to be wrong, A day that's meant to be full of joy, Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Dust Jackets By Melanie Pearce
	I found a book in another town It attracted my eye, one I couldn't put down It promised me verses and secrets it hid The kind of stories to pass to your kid Instead it showed me the flaws in my self This kind of book should be left on the shelf But this jacket stood out amongst the rest Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Local Language By Robert Swan
	'Cunts' can be either 'Silly cunts', Or be reclaimed as feminine and pretty, But 'cunts' not always a swear-word, When you get dragged up in Hull City. If you think something smells fishy Then that's a pity, So I'm gunnu explain Read more...

Poetry - Love Story By Dennis Wild

The day we met a hoary old wildebeest stumbled into a chrome-decored gelati emporium and gasped. The profusion of colour all but dazzled his scrub wearied eyes, Read more...

Poetry - Just Another Night By John Dervishian

Moonlighting With another drink Waiting for Something Equivalent to Death While I Read more...

Poetry - Word Power By Dennis Wild

This poem has no belly button no passport no bill of ownership. It arrived just hours ago in a crate marked inflammable, your name stamped on the outside. This poem has ambitions Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Undeserving Heroes By Gary Clark

Sometimes I wish I had a hero And sometimes I think it's quite sad. Someone to look up to Wishing I had what they have. But heroes can be disappointing Especially to a six year old lad. All blonde hair Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Crow By Dave Windass

There was a crow In our front yard Just the other day Nestling between three wheelie bins And discarded takeaway It scared me when I saw it As I know they bring bad luck It stood its ground Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Fleas By Terry Ireland

They took away his body armour and he got killed by shot For the serving soldier just one ending of the plot. There's no dignity on any front line nor any comfort for those left behind, but the antics of politicos and their face saving rites, Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - The Child Killer By Pamela Scobie

I'll just take a walk, I tell myself, A little look around. I like the noise and the smell of it: The fairground. Hot fat, hot sugar, hot, fat flesh. Belonging. Being anonymous. Then I see him through the rage and din, Read more...

Poetry - You Never Said Goodbye By David Bannister

You went away that lonely day, You never said goodbye. I waited till the sky was dark, And I began to cry. Please come home soon Mam, I did say, It isn't very fair I never meant what I said, You know I really care. Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Hornsea Revisited (for JH) By Julie Corbett

The balmy, early morning Swirls and twirls in my gaze Primary coloured windmills In the salt tang air The waving, littered tide line Edges and hems the sand single, shell and cobbles Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Sounds By David Thompson

Beeching's decimation of the rail, Has left a leafy woodland trail, Once a branch line to the sticks, Took folks to 'With' for two and six, That passes close beside our home, A rustic byway free to roam, From dog walking and country hikers, Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - This Is 'Ull By Bronwyn Ellis
	I know the cracks in your concrete complexion, Familiar sights and a vinegary smell, I filter unknown through a sea of strangers, Considering streets I remember so well, I am the child which left your guidance, But still I visit all the time, And when my feet touch on your land, Read more...