I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Settled down for our boozy night.
We sampled the pale ale and bitter
Then the stout the mild and the pills
Organically brewed with such care
To avoid any hangover ills.
And my Aardvark danced a jig,
Accompanying himself on a lute
The wind blowing through the bottles
Providing a raw wild sort of flute.
We discussed the ways of the world
Each providing our original views
On such as the Albigensian heresies
And the standard of reporting the news.
Then a bell rang through that forest
And a voice rolled in my head
It's closing time for the winter
And I woke up alone in my bed.
I sprang from my sheets with a zest
Had a quick burst on my tambourine
Before cleaning my teeth with such energy
On my oral hygiene machine.
I ate toast and two eggs for my brekkers
With a selection of blended fruit teas
Hungry from my walk with that Aardvark
In that forest of beer bottle trees.
Copyright Terry Ireland 2008
Poetry - The Girl With The Dynamite Kiss By Lee Cassanell
Stuck in reverse and a rum from the hearse
but then worse things still happen at sea.
I've taken up cards but I don't have the hearts and the clubs won't stop raining on me.
I've checked all the faces and tossed all the aces
the places I've been don't exist.
Poetry - Life Lines By Joe Hakim
There are the times when
you expect it to save you.
When everything else has
fallen to pieces
and you're caught between
wanting to hurt yourself and
Poetry - Lines So Deep By Paul England
I'm writing lines so near
cos maybe I'm not you
can you feel this too
as I rhyme my life so true
can you still propel
while the world all thought you fell
Poetry - Oh What a Lovely War By Laurenceaux
The war wasted men,
the trench souls
puppeteered from above
by mustachioed children.
crawled over dead
Poetry - Sizdah Be Dar By Lee Cassanell
Jocose lies from joker's lips
Upon this day
The truth is flipped
I read the runes
Poetry - Judges Solution By Chris Dawber
Judge and Clerk in chambers,
Before the mornings court,
Behind every crime an addict,
Increases heroin bought.
Each addict becomes a pusher,
Who then makes a hundred more.
The law is losing hands down,
Poetry - Poppy Day 11th November By Terry Ireland Photograph by Graham Tall
The long dead soldier on the Cenotaph
Lies above each scarlet wreath
Precisely placed by each dignitary
On that stone plinth beneath.
A solitary bugle pours out
The haunting liquid sounds
Of tribute and remembrance
Into those streets all around.
Poetry - READ This!. By Danny James Archer
You trust in words,
the 'paper' they are written on is a lie to begin with.
We believe in verbs and nouns but who invented them?
'the person who wrote your history book made it all up!'
Apparently a man made the world in 7 days.
A 'TOP SELLER' as well, it always will be.
Poetry - Mind the Gap By Joe Hakim
all of us crammed in
like last minute revision.
As I hurtle towards my destination,
I'm surrounded by
people with headphones stuffed
Poetry - Here For A Purpose? By Chris Dawber
I'm the Unknown Warrior,
A man, with dubious fame.
I lie here, as a symbol,
But no-one knows my name.
But remember, I was a person,
I lived, I breathed, I swore,
A typical, frightened Tommie,
One more victim of your war.
Poetry - A Sea By Another Name By Lin Whitehouse
I always wanted to live by the sea
to watch the waves licking, tickling the shore,
the ebb and flow smoothing sharp angles of discarded glass,
worthless jewels, strewn among the flotsam.
I always wanted to observe the ever changing
colours of the seasons. On windy days
Poetry - High Street Musical By Joe Hakim
follow the flock
shop until you drop
in residential areas you
must leave quietly
or shred your integrity with
a touch of fantasy
lose yourself in a pharmacy
Poetry - Burma By Nick Boldock
Corpses float in bloated rivers
From which children take the only water they can get
Infested with death and disease, they drink it in
Desperate and hungry and with nowhere else to go.
Shanty towns spring up in nowhere lands,
Made by the hands of dying Burmese,
Poetry - Song for Anna By Laura Fry
I first met you in our student house in '93
You seemed to be as quiet as a mouse
Unknown to me when we all learned the Italian for 'it's cold'
That day a lifelong friendship would unfold
You were to marry your childhood boyfriend; it all seemed so sweet
Poetry - Ferriby Foreshore, February Afternoon 2005 By Terry Ireland
The river was calm this afternoon with a low sun
Casting a mile wide buttery playing field dotted
With the white of drifting clouds moving slowly
Across the yellow: to my left rising up I spotted
Two pairs of mallard flying line astern past me,
Splitting into two pairs each to go their own ways.
Poetry - What Have We Done? By The Lazyswede
Solitude echoes through the dark twisted branches of and old wind swept Oak tree.
And an old owl hoots, its lonesome wail drifting endlessly across the wide-open spaces between the forever-dwindling trees of our forests.
While the common earth worm is afraid to come to the surface in case the ever
Poetry - The Boxer By Chris Dawber
This is a tale that's hard to tell,
Of a man who won and one who fell,
Fifteen rounds of blood and sweat,
They'll always talk of when they met,
Introducing Jim Vandon,
He's defending champion,
Never known to lose a fight,
Poetry - Tigers, Tigers Burning Bright By Joe Hakim Tigers Return Gallery by Matt Rudd
They say pride comes before a fall
but when our backs are against the wall
we have the strength to pull us through.
At the end of the M62
but at the beginning of our prime,
this is our moment, this is our time,
into the light from out of the dark,
from Hessle Road to Orchard Park,
Poetry - Common Blue By Mike Watts
It was surrounded
By wild flowers
Painted- miss perpetual motion
That we flaunted
In the gentlest manner -
Sharing, (as I slipped
Poetry - A Smoke and a Lady By Lee Cassanell
Two glasses of baileys
and a liquor I cannot pronounce
We sat in the Kitchen
while others were sleeping
somewhere at the back of the house.
It all seemed familiar
She poured a tall vodka
Poetry - Sewage Farm and Ash By Manuro
Trees are more patient
Than you or I
They wait around
While we all die
They give us fruit
And shade and wood
That we use to make coffins
Poetry - Broke Beyond Repair By Paul England
I can't find the words
to touch the streets today
life is all messed up
and Britain's lost it's way
As the violence escalates
I've heard their point of view
Cherie you're a joke
Poetry - Unfinished (republished With audio MP3 download) By Laurenceaux
Your sickness is inside of you
trapped within your head,
distraught with insecurities,
are signs I always dread.
With childish eyes - implicit faith
to me you'd run in pain,
Poetry - Karma Bonfire By Joe Hakim
I wanted to be alone
so I disconnected the phone
switched off the TV
because I didn't want to see
the blood flow
shredded all my clothes
Poetry - Cool Hand Luke By Del Abe Jones.
Paul Leonard Newman
January 26 1925; September 26 2008 He was a quiet, private, Man
But, a giant, amongst the stars
A philanthropist to millions
And owned and drove racecars.
He was a producer and director
And an actor, beyond, compare
Poetry - Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here, Stop Crying. By Danny James Archer
A warm tear falls down your pale white cheek.
I love you bewildering eyes,
your scared expression.
'don't be afraid, I'm here, stop crying.'
The night grows purple,
the trees are listening.
Poetry - Freak By Daphne Liver
You should be a painter
You should be an artist
You should get a full time job
As a chemist.
As an electrician
You're a genius.
You need to write full-time.
Poetry - Accident Prone By Joe Hakim
I walk straight into
which makes it hurt so much
I ignore the signs,
the warnings -
Poetry - Memories Of Sand By Lee Cassanell
I once was a soldier
A killer of men
With a gun in my hand
And a prayer on my breath
I was Gods tool of torture
His puppet of pain