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
Poetry - Poetry Workshop By Terry Ireland
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?
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
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,
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
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
Poetry - Larkin 25 - How Lovely By Helen Burke
How lovely for you to write - it must -
give you something to do at bus-stops -
be something you can do that guarantees you'll annoy people,
be one way of looking inside your own head but from the wrong end
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.
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.
Poetry - Memories of Yester Year By David Bannister
Gone are the days of skipping ropes,
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?
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Stopped Larking About By Gary Clark
It's easy to fall out of love
Or in, as the case may be
Lady Chatterley's lover
With a Barry White LP.
Remember cosy nights by the fire
Snuggled on that old settee?
Young at heart and oblivious
Poetry - Dóttir By Jan Peterson
She's spending a year in Iceland, a country I know nothing about. We exchange emails.
She tells me the population has just reached 300,000, the light is magical, people smile
at her and roads are diverted to placate elves.
She loves Reykjavik - it's cosmopolitan but cosy, sends photos of tin houses painted red and yellow and,
because it's named after Hallgrimur Pétursson, a church that looks like a lava mountain.
She's found a great place for pizza
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Statuesque Larkinesque By David Thompson
The Interchange has had its share,
Of criticism foul and fair,
But would the critics look askance,
If the concourse to enhance,
A little culture for to try,
On the people passing by,
A man who made his home in Hull,
Who never thought the place so dull,
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Bark at the Moon By Brian Cotton
They tell me that I'm in here cos I ain't very well,
If the medicine is working, don't think I can tell,
I hope I ain't here long, cos I don't think its fair,
So I sit on my bed and pull out my hair,
Talk to strange people that are not really there.
My wife keeps on phoning and says are you coming home soon,
And I say to be honest, Read more...
Poetry - Free Association By Laurenceaux.
It was becoming a crime;
my poetry wouldn't rhyme
and I was wasting my time
and there was nothing sublime
and from my mind or my pen
there is nothing of-ten (sorry!),
but then sometimes
Poetry - Things Not So Good In The Hood: A Poem About Suburban Childhood By Ruth
Sometime during the day on Friday June 12,
an unknown suspect used a ladder to climb into the open
second floor bathroom window of a home
in the 1800 block of Circle Road. Once inside,
the suspect ransacked two bedrooms on the second floor.
No property was taken.
A lost dog found near Ruxton Road and Ellenham Avenue.
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Larkin (Inspired by Times Lost) By Terry Ireland
Did Larkin ever walk down Hessle Road
Top up in Rayners on cattle market day
After hours in Whittington and Cat
And for a laugh in the Earl de Grey
Did he ever see the parrot
Buy the girls a glass or two or three
Convince them he wasn't buying as Read more...
Poetry - Larkin 25 - If Poets Were Shops By Helen Burke
Who would they all be?
Here's my guess.
Coleridge would be Boots - no question -
drugs, drugs and more drugs. And just a few drugs.
Wordsworth would be Woolworths - with
just the suggestion of cheap lipstick about him
(one's always wondered) ...
Lord Byron would be Harrods - of course,
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Turds (Inspired by Toads ) By Joe Hakim
Why should I let the turd work
Shit on my life?
Can't I blag my way into life's perks
And just toss it off?
Sick and defeated we toil
Ingesting economic poison -
A little bit goes on bills,
Rest spent without caution.
Poetry - Larkin 25 - The last Bomb (One Kingston Upon Hull Memorial) By Julie Corbett
Boyes Shop, Morrill Street corner,
You can read a wall plaque.
This was the site of Savoy Cinema.
Then; on March 17th 1945
(Queuing to see Chaplin'sRead more...
Poetry- Distance (with Audio) By Claire Massey
She collected the distance
in her pocket,
she'd look at it later
cooked and cleaned
and put the screaming
kids to bed and