Her eyes penetrate
The clear climes of heaven.
Cheeks of flower flushed purity;
The morning dew crawls
At her feet
Over sharp glistening grass.
Her firm jodhpurs and cavalier boots
Charge down my reason.
Girl of the country,
I am conquered.
An oily psychedelic puddle
Where the road is uneven;
Through a reverberating mirror
Drives my soul
Shake off the despair,
My old friend
Who follows like the guilt
Of maidenhood unjustly taken.
Back in the ancestral village,
A place of middle management,
The witless elite!
I turn to the grey
Where we played as children;
Steamy-cold with warm red cheeks,
Bleary eyes and running noses.
Without snug childish innocence.
Copyright Scott Rorrison 2009
Poetry - Captivation? By Danny James Archer
Light breaks on your face and a shimmer of dust crosses your eye.
A moment passes when there is nothing but the light of your encapsulating beauty.
I feel the moment drop from the sky, a blessing from the gods?
A blessing for me?
Poetry - The Ballad of Dave the Rave By Joe Hakim
John Wayne on his horse,
John Wayne on half his horse, he says, holding his carrier-bag
up to his chin as he loops the
handles around his ears -
he'll have you in tears,
it's Dave the Rave,
Poetry - Turning Green By Del Abe Jones.
The wearing of the green
And the drinking of green beer
Even a river dyed to green
To signify this day is here.
Looking for the Blarney Stone
To give it a big kiss
But watch it for those Blarney Stones
Poetry - Past Form and Nonsense By Laurenceaux
The wide mouthed speaker
swallowed my soul
as the light spoke to the wall,
casting shadows from a chair
that spoke in raindrops,
and wept for the mythical king
who lost his throat and his farting
Poetry - Recycle By Jenny Halliday
The time has now come for enlightenment
Just look at the junk in your bin
Think of what we dispose of,
The waste we produce is a sin.
"Reuse and recycle" they tell us
In such an encouraging voice
Reduce all the waste in the landfill
Poetry - Dead Legends By Joe Hakim
Making the ultimate career move -
when you've got nothing left to prove
it can seem like the only choice -
become a disembodied voice
emanating from a speaker,
a strong signal that will never get weaker.
The preservation of legacy,
Poetry - Hanuman's Disciples By Steve Rudd
The scenery is changing
It's more putrid than in paintings
The fields of corn are turning, yet
Nothing's as it seems.
The hitcher on the highway
Has plunged into the bushes
He mocks the art of rushing
Poetry - Subject Matter By Mike Watts
She rolled down her
And lowered herself
Onto the pot
Her bleached denim skirt
That special pink
As she focused
Poetry - What did she look like? By Maurice Fairfield
What was she like?
I'm sure she was a she
Who saw, first, with understanding eyes,
The green shoots sprout in the brown earth
Where the basket burst last year
Spilling the ripe grain beyond recall
Finding the cracks and hollows, in
The waiting soil
Poetry - Winter Song By Joe Hakim
I've got a cold
so I get in bed with my clothes on,
my feet are frozen.
I hate this time of year -
hibernating with my eyes open,
medicine is chosen.
Wondering where the sun has gone;
Poetry - 'Ull By Jenny Halliday
Welcome to Kingston Upon 'Ull
The city once voted 'most dull'
But no better folk you'll meet on any British street
And the pubs always seem quite full!
The Ferens Gallery and Museums are free
(If you're local of course, like me)
There's 'umber Bridge and The Deep
Poetry - January Mornings By Gary Clark
If it wasn't for the football I think I'd go mad
Dark January mornings they make me so sad
If only I could win something on the national lottery
I'd be out of here so quickly that nobody would find me
Sat in my kitchen watching daytime TV
I never thought so little would happen to me
Poetry - The Sailor's Romance By Laurenceaux
Who she is I cannot say,
for she is the wind - calm or ruthless.
Where she comes from I cannot say
for she - is the wind.
The wrath of her I have incurred - with whistling voice and icy fingers.
Poetry - Resting In Peace By Chris Dawber 1947 - 2009
I lay here, beneath the soft, waved, silken soil,
Alive seeing nothing, now dead, seeing all.
I see air, it's blue, it really is,
Why now, for the first time, do I see this?
Contrasting, kaleidoscopic scene,
Only now, that I've gone, knowing where I've been.
Compacted mud and wood can't hide,
The wonders I've perceived, since I've died.
Poetry - Tagged By Joe Hakim
It's a corpse that won't stay buried,
an image that is ferried
across a sea of cables into the port
of my memory. Trapped in a monitor screen,
faces that I haven't seen for 2 decades
invade the present; a message sent
to remind me of a past I'd rather forget
Poetry - Valentine By Phil Pretheroe
My valentines a drunkard, a psychopathic mess,
like a schizophrenic's abstinence-ending wet dream,
he's 86 personalities and they're all hard to impress.
Sometimes he never really smiles, never laughs aloud,
never talks to people who want to be part of a crowd.
'Peacocks', 'wankers', 'scum of the earth!' -
Poetry - Questions By Chris Dawber
Who is the mother of the sun?
Who is the father of the tide?
Why must we promenade, walk, not run?
And where do redundant Saturday's hide?
Simple questions. Answer them.
Are we who, what where or when?
Poetry - From This Place By Tim Roux
The death of a murderer is not so sad,
It but takes away what he never had.
And if you find this a somber text,
I speak of this life, not the next.
Where he may recline on sun-kissed beaches,
Breathing hope and slurping peaches,
Knowing his worst life to be done,
Poetry - Ring By Laurenceaux
There's a ring of truth upon my finger
protecting me from the past.
A ring of contentment white with age
forever more to last.
A sign of fidelity
in a groove of mutated skin,
Poetry - Not One Of Us? By Chris Dawber
He tramps the streets of shadowed life,
The wrong side of the two edged knife.
No miscreant he, not understood,
No misericorde*, to kiss his blood.
We think we know him, but know him nought,
For can we know the man's distraught.
Past the local, lively chat,
Poetry - Insane and Crude But True By Tim Roux
I feel like championing rusty causes
In the dark, whispering recesses of the world.
I know that it makes no sense
And that bankruptcy and derision loom
But I still have an altar in my heart
And a wild desire to save the world.
Poetry - The Slot By Mike Watts
A beer would be fatal
And relaxing's out
I need to move about
Sip at a coffee
That I'll pour away
I'll take my third
Poetry - Should Time Stand Still By A J Grant
Should time stand still for just one day,
What would you do the people say,
Climb Mountains high swim oceans deep,
Ride rapid rivers a parachute leap,
Sleep with the girl you see each day,
Behind her desk never looks your way,
Or sit and stare out into space,
Poetry - The Kings Town By Tom Stratton
England, you tear me apart.
From your southern shores
To your northern, rotten streets
Bearing down on my groggy mind.
Your poles repel me
And I rebel with all I have
Against your loving charms
Poetry - My Angel Annie By Paul England
For now you sleep with angels
while the angels sleep with you
I forever hold that love you gave
in my heart it stays so true
Those little things you did for me
no words could now reveal
an angel sent from heaven
Poetry - The Ex (to See) By Phil Pretheroe
As she walked in he didn't know what to do,
should he be mad or happy or somewhere in between?
The love of the life so far greets him with a smile, a kiss and a hug.
It's been so long that all the resentment lies cold as a rare touch of happiness warmly returns and a smile is mirrored back.
It's all a lie
both you and I
were never meant to be
An accident of circumstance and methane from the sea
There is no plan
No big 'I am'
is floating high above us
Poetry - You know By Mike Watts
You shadow me
Like a crow
Fall on me
Like black snow
And from a burnt sky
Thick with filthy rain,
You pollute my brain.