In April rain clouds
Moisture growls against darkness
Before its descent
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Archive for March, 2010
April Rain Clouds
Posted in Poetry with tags April, british poet, british poetry, haiku, manchester poet, Manchester poetry, modern poetry, new poetry, poems, poetry blog, poetry examples, UK poet, weather on March 31, 2010 by dcWinter Leaves
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, british poetry, haiku, manchester poet, Manchester poetry, modern poetry, new poetry, poems, poetry blog, poetry examples, UK poet, winter on March 30, 2010 by dcStaring at the sun
Kicking bags of winter leaves,
We crumble softly
A Monument
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, british poetry, free verse poem, manchester poet, Manchester poetry, modern poetry, new poetry, poems, poetry blog, poetry examples, sadness, seaside, UK poet on March 28, 2010 by dcAs yesteryear echoes
And the mouths of fat infants
Scream fashionable cries,
A cuddly granny
Throws seeds at the gulls,
A war veteran tuts
And a dog causes mayhem.
It’s an old seaside town,
Scummy round the edges,
A postcard found behind a cooker,
Piss puddled tunnels
Feeding withering pubs,
Cracked B&B’s
That stink of stale loathing.
It’s a monument
To letting it go,
As ageing strippers
Eat chips on the beachfront
And shiver,
Dark holes instead of eyes,
Teenagers spitting slang
At their feet,
Butchers grumbling nearby.
They said it would never fade,
A jewel in the crown of the south,
Now it just growls at the waves,
Moans at the sky
And sinks under chipped paint,
Beach balls long since deflated,
Bulldozers dreaming.
Wind Through the Forest
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, british poetry, forest, haiku, manchester poet, Manchester poetry, modern poetry, new poetry, poetry blog, poetry examples, surreal poetry, UK poet, wind on March 21, 2010 by dcWind through the forest
A sad old man weeping whilst
Under gut scratching
The Lads From There
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, british poetry, free verse poem, manchester culture, manchester poet, Manchester poetry, modern poetry, new poetry, poems, poetry blog, poetry examples, suburbia, surreal poetry, UK poet on March 17, 2010 by dcThey invented
Speech impediments
For themselves,
Wore their jeans
Like black prisoners
And styled their hair like
1970’s ‘put a foot in’ merchants,
The kind you’d see
In a ‘Nottingham Forest Forever’
Stocking filler DVD.
I digress.
They sang in cellars
Like lyrical funfair folk,
Wrote postcards to strangers
And broke guitars with their whooping,
They carried shurikens in gym sacks
And howled at the moon,
Punched tramps for a giggle
And stole all they ate.
They were itchy with misery
And bored like the sun,
Grans called them wicked,
They were cursed some would say,
But I like to think
They were pickled,
It’s somehow sweeter that way.
Gorilla Daydream No.4
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, british poetry, haiku, manchester poet, Manchester poetry, modern poetry, new poetry, poetry blog, poetry examples, UK poet on March 7, 2010 by dcI want to stab clouds
Punch excitement till it drops
And then breath again
