February 2013
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Penniless for Paperbacks
I find myself once more in paradise, In pages hatched from intellects once flexed, In inspiration, knowledge and advice.
Each timeworn tale as striking as the next, Sent forth through time to meet me in this room, Begs me to read its tantalising text. Such ordinary words brought here to bloom, As bland ingredients in recipes Or chemicals in sweet-smelling perfume. Reality returns upon a breeze....
December 2012
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Bibliomania (a pantoum)
Since I’m going to Hay-on-Wye today (“the town of books”), I thought I’d leave this here…
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There aren’t enough books on my shelf, No matter the number I buy. Although I’ve not read them myself, I reap a relentless supply. No matter the number I buy, My yearning I cannot fulfil. I reap a relentless supply But have plenty of...
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November 2012
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Finally get to see Frank live on Saturday! Only...
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Pontypridd, 2012
Returning home one year to find A place I did not know, I looked upon a town resigned To wallow in its woe. The city that I left that day Was thriving in contrast To this sorry sight that lay Beaten and harassed.
It’s hard to see when I’m not there What has become of home. The streets fell into disrepair While away I roamed Through English paths and alleyways, Searching for...
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“Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful...”
– William Shakespeare, Sonnet V
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The hopeful walks through lonely streets, with eager eyes and simple needs, away from ghosts in tiered seats, who watch and judge in silence are journeys that first spring to mind, a time when we lived unconfined, before we all got left behind and lost integral guidance. The trust we had in our own selves, and lessons learnt on old bookshelves, outweighed the need for moral stealth and we became...
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Lines written to prevent the future
I’ll find you in the old folk’s home, I’ll stop and squint and say, ‘I knew you once; when we were young I saw you every day.’ I’ll wrack my brain and scour my thoughts For pictures of you there, ‘But,’ I’ll say, ‘you were shorter then, And you had purple hair. Our drunken nights out on the town, Blissful and chaotic, Were often, when I came to write, My most favoured topics. We...
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Wise Other Tongue
I wish I could speak in that wise other tongue: That great voice of fiction, that great voice of song. Some words I can bluff and some phrases are known, But sometimes it feels I should leave well alone. I gasp and I curse for the verses to come And search for the fountain where lyrics flow from. Throughout all my life I have searched for a truth – A fact that will save me from my mortal youth – A...
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I’ll meet you at the cheapest pub in town (A...
I’ll meet you at the cheapest pub in town Where we can view existence through a haze; I promise that I will not let you down. Again we’ll play the fighter and the clown; Once more we will evoke immortal days. I’ll meet you at the cheapest pub in town. In wistfulness and lager we will drown, And ardently through memories we’ll graze: I promise that I will not let you down.
This time I will relieve...
September 2012
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An Acrostic Poem
An acrostic is a poem in which the first letter of each line spells out a word or message. In this instance, the letters spell out my name. I wrote this a while ago and forgot about it. An ode to not being arsed to write those thoughts down.
Oh, when the evening runs its course, When the all-encompassing night runs to greet me, Emotive phrases fill my tired mind, and are Neglected in favour of...
Anonymous asked: your poetry is really sick, i love to read it! do u have any more to put up?
July 2012
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Half your friends got married in the fear of dying...
June 2012
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“Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed...”
– ‘Jenny Kissed Me’ - James Henry Leigh Hunt
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May 2012
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“I spent three days a week for 10 years educating myself in the public library,...”
– Ray Bradbury
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Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?
April 2012
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“Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.”
– ‘Prayer Before Birth’, Louis MacNeice.
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Cigarette Lovers
tenmilesfromhome:
The suffocating scent
of cigarette smoke
becomes twice as
sweet, like candy floss,
when you and your lover
are sharing breaths
of delicious nicotine
after sex.
Brilliant!
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CARPE DIEM, CARPE NOCTEM
This is probably my absolute faaaaave of my poems.
I am a stone; I don’t do much But sit alone: no sight or touch. I can’t enjoy the sandy beach, I cannot hear the seagull’s screech. I could be high atop a hill: I would not know, at least until, Broken loose from my firm place, I tumble down with rapid pace. But then I’d still be numb to sense The gusty gale about myself. A thousand years I’ve...
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2011 in Poetry
http://2011inpoetry.blogspot.co.uk/
This is a FREE poetry eBook composed by myself and 3 others from my university.
Each poem is based on a news event of 2011.
Please, please, please check it out!
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There Will Be Time
There will be time For you to live For you to let go and experience impossible things For the fire of pure life to engulf you and soothe you For you to learn this and learn that and learn everything you ever wanted to know For you to swim and run and fly and drive for miles to chase the Dream, the one flicker that will make Everything Worth It For you to burn with the intensity of an inferno and...
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