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
I wanted to keep it and take to my nest
To sit by the fire on dark winter nights
Put on a candle and turn out the lights
But the story was short, same as the rest
Romance ever after are ones I liked best
So back on the shelf for us both 'I am think'
Find, The secrets of love - do they do it in pink?
To look for a story of life and of vigour
Not just one chapter, I need something bigger
In search of the story of happy 'er after
Full of love, life and sex but especially laughter
And so dear reader, choose well, like a lover
For they don't always match - the book and the cover
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
The profusion of colour
all but dazzled
his scrub wearied eyes,
Poetry - Just Another Night By John Dervishian
With another drink
While I Read more...
Poetry - Word Power By Dennis Wild
This poem has no belly button
no bill of ownership.
It arrived just hours ago
in a crate marked inflammable,
stamped on the outside.
This poem has ambitions
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
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
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,
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:
Hot fat, hot sugar, hot, fat flesh.
Belonging. Being anonymous.
Then I see him through the rage and din,
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.
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
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,
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,
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Wings By Rivelino
Shunned, unable to
pick any of heaven's locks,
an angel tricked by camouflage and a devil
tampering with earthly clocks
has his wings stripped by
the devil's winds.
Human history is mined by the angel
Poetry - Larkin 25 - 'Oe Noe Joe' By Liz Healey
I'm coming up four
And you know what's more
For invention I've got a flair.
But I just know
I'll get an 'oe noe joe'
And told to sit on the bottom stair.
I sprayed Dad's veg
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Tit for Tat By Terry Ireland
Obama kicked ass good
with the boss of BP.
Now he's had the practice
perhaps we'll all see
ass kicked at Union Carbide
about the Bhopal disaster,
still polluting the land
twenty six long years after.
Poetry - Larkin 25 - The Dole Shop By Bronwyn Ellis
Come down to the dole shop,
With queue's of lifeless men,
Lining up like soldiers, armed with logbooks and a pen.
Come bask in their depression,
The air is hushed and bleak,
Each person striving to survive on fifty pound a week.
The addicts claw their paychecks, Read more...
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Dancer in the Sky By Helen Burke
Today, I saw a dancer in the sky -
And she was me.
Well, obviously she wasn't.
I use the term loosely, but something about
The way she kicked ass, head-butted clouds
The way her eyes billowed out with rain
Then hoped for sun,
Was reminiscent of this other self.
This painted bird.
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Heed The Warning By Patricia Gray
They told us on the telly to use protection
As that is the best way to avoid infection
But I didn't realise while I was having fun
The amount of damage which could be done
Till I went to the doctors on that day
and he looked so serious, filled me with dismay
I'm sorry to tell you, you've got an infection