Larkin 25 - The Hands of Time By Malcolm Wilson Bucknall

Etched and wrinkled by the winds, Tormenting as they drift. Elements of time have scarred Faces of granite cliffs. Whipped and lashed by angry crests That leap up from the sea, Faces of gaunt granite rocks Grimace their misery. Soothed by the seasoned hands of time That move on Nature's clock, Portraits of history are worn On the face of granite rocks.

Copyright Malcolm Wilson Bucknall 2010

Poetry Squid By Christy Hall

The hook still snagged in its alien-like gob, I gut the squid, slob, laid to rest: a rubbery slab, quick-death, done-job. A squabble of tentacles, its own busy head crest. Arrow-shaped head cut from hood cavity. Next the beak, squid-man incommunicado. His sea-words and song left to me, Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Love's Vigil By Brian Hodgins

Little old lady standing there Eyes of blue and silvery hair Pavement glistens with winter's frost A vigil kept for the love you lost He sailed away one early dawn To break your heart, left to mourn Dark curly hair, a smiling face A lover's kiss, a last embrace Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Help for the Heroes By Patricia Gray

Come on help the Heroes, give your fifty pences When will the government come to its senses? They're sent into battle and give of their blood In a war far away, does it do any good? Blindness, deafness, serious amputations Limitless gratitude owed by the nations They're sent into a war and they give of their best Read more...

Poetry - All Because of Him By Katelyn Langston

	There's pain, there's hurt, and there's suffering All because of him There's habits that can't be broken, and heartache All because of him There's been friendships broken, and memories demolished All because of him There's been tears of joy, and tears of sorrow All because of him Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Girls Night Out By Liz Healey

It's girl's night out Rita gave me the shout, We're off on a crawl down road It's always all right On a Saturday night With a dry white wine and soda. Sheree's a bit down, She shops around town Since her job went bust at Croda. Read more...

Poetry - Events and Things By Terry Ireland

This took place in gentler times As one of my age knows When folks actually smoked at work Before our Nanny State arose That bird in the short, short skirt Leans over the copying machine As I try to tear my Eyes Away Read more...

Poetry - Hello Death By Robert Swan
	Hello Death, I've got no fears, As you look, I'm in tears. Slimy green bones Attempting to scare; There's no wonder mortals stare. I will snigger, as you swing your scythe, Read more...

Poetry - Bloodlines By Terry Ireland

Sixty five years ago And very few lessons learned From that Victory in Europe So painfully earned; No swords into ploughshares, Few signs of any will, To learn to live in peace Rather than war and kill. Read more...

Poetry - Election Fever By Terry Ireland

They all want your vote, folks Teflon Dave, millionaire by birth, Hobnobbing with the hoi polloi and Promising everyone the Earth. Slick Nick, like Teflon Dave, but Just a different Public School, Threatens not to play If they don't change the rules. Read more...

Poetry - Campfire Thoughts By David Delaney
	Sitting by the campfire glow do you drift in silent thought think of diggers young and brave and countries where they fought Resting in their compound safe did they stare at lucent flame then imagine if they could Read more...

Poetry - Last Sunday Morning By Patrick Henry
	Saturday night went. We'd worked all day at factory, farm or store. Next, a quick bath; tea of stew or kippers; then off To the pictures where Bogart guns down rich bad guys; Or dance at The Palais. Cool girls taunting. Hot bands swing. Church bells toll the doom of Sunday morning. Pubs will shut at two. Back home, roast beef hits the plate. Read more...

Poetry - Poetry Workshop By Terry Ireland

Poetry Workshop? Nah, that's not for me, But Cilla E-mailed Just come and see. Joe and Mike at the front And one of them said Poetry is better spoken Than being read Where does it come from? Read more...

Poetry - A Fervent Prayer to Gordon Brown By Brian Cotton

Hello and good Morning to the Hotel Splendid I'd love to stay but my sentence has ended, Truth be known I could do with some more time Should have committed a serious crime, Hey Mr. Brown can you hear what I say It's not too bad in here through the day, We got tellies, computers even some pool, Read more...

Poetry - I'm Handing In My Notice By Catherine Scott

I'm handing in my notice I'm on my way - I quit I'm leaving, I'm resigning I've had enough of it The sad thing is you've just no idea That you've created this atmosphere Respect has gone there's only fear Read more...

Poetry - Cameron By Jim Higo

Dave, I hope you don't mind me calling you Dave, I'm sure you won't because you're a man of the people. Dave, you've got perfect hair, and you clearly care, about politics and stuff. But that's not enough (because let's be honest, if it was, Tony Benn would have been Prime Minister years ago; he had lovely hair) Dave, I know you went to Eton so you've probably had gay sex and that, Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Fishy Business By Mark Walmsley
	Scallywags in filthy clothes worn and ragged Doorstep fishwives foul mouthed, old and haggard Scabby grey gulls hover over the trawler fleet load As they pull alongside, a mile from Hessle Road The stench of the fish that will become food and glue The prize of the haul is shared twix skipper and crew Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Ada The Braider By Brian Hodgins

Ada the braider from Hessle Road way Braided and braided, by night and by day. Nets hung from hooks, at terrace end wide Beneath Ada's pinny a child tries to hide From hooks on the wall Ada braided away The kids in the terrace, each one at their play. Hop scotch and skipping, and block made their day Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - After a Larkin Day By Julie Corbett

Where did that day go to? I left it ticked in blue. One firm stroke. And now I suddenly find another in its place. Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - The Town Council By David Thompson

Twice monthly do the meetings fall, Held in the towns' historic hall, Where mayors of yesterday, look down Upon the dealings of the town. The twelve good men and women who Give free their time, good deeds to do, With minutes taken by the clerk Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - How Lovely By Helen Burke

How lovely for you to write - it must - give you something to do at bus-stops - it must be something you can do that guarantees you'll annoy people, it must be one way of looking inside your own head but from the wrong end Read more...

Poetry - Ye Shall Be Judged By Jody McKenna

Don't judge me on the gift I have. Don't judge me on the waste. Don't judge me on the life I lead Or the promises I break. Don't judge me for the Cannabis. Don't judge me for the past. Don't judge me just to make yourself Feel better. It won't last. Read more...

Poetry - I Went to the Hairdressers Today By Patricia Gray

I went to the hairdressers today, I'd booked a day in advance. When the stylist checked the condition, She looked at me askance. What was the date you were here last? I told her I couldn't remember. It could have been last August, Or it might have been September. Read more...

Poetry - Memories of Yester Year By David Bannister

Gone are the days of skipping ropes, Playing block, Sliding down slopes. Those days now seem to be gone, Money, well, we had none. Have the kids lost the art of having fun, Why do some of them now, carry a gun? Read more...