Archive for contemporary poetry

A Supermarket Trolley

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 25, 2021 by dc

A supermarket trolley sits
Half inside a holly bush,

Sat like bad art
Waiting to be rescued
Or upcycled into a quirky purgatory
All of its own;

Inside a square of bricks,
And the dream of a hipster’s barbeque,

Raw meat on it’s back
Catching the sizzling flames,

Surrounded by laughter and beer,
The hustle of people and music,

Wheels off through the sigh of late summer,
Twisted in smoke all serene.

Meanwhile at Bushworth Hall

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2021 by dc

Tired and struggling to focus properly,
Godfrey put down his tacky thriller,

Took away the two remaining checkers
From the drink stained Backgammon board

And stared at his chipped art deco clock,
It’s petulant hands always running ten minutes slow;

He took his pipe from his lounge jacket pocket,
Wandered unsteadily down the hall and opened the front door.

Outside the wind blew unrehearsed smoke rings through the mist,
Autumn’s leaves glided and left whispering vapour trails,

The neighbours’ dog Jeff practised howls at the moon,
As the sheep on the adjacent field shuffled further and further away,
And an owl hooted commas and the odd question mark.

As Godfrey took incessant puffs on his pipe,
Spitting odd bits of tobacco from the wet on his lips,
He knew deep down Alastair wasn’t returning,

His Hyundai i30 Fastback was still on the drive
But the words ‘JUST HAVE IT’ were written on the bonnet in shaving foam
And the keys were hung on a bent windscreen wiper.

He’d headed three miles home barefoot,

Addled on DMT and home-brewed rhubarb gin,
Cuts across his forehead from his arguments with the deer antlers
On the walls by the back door porch,

Hair wet from Godfrey’s broken bidet
And a torn shirt sleeve from the wrestling;

Alistair also lost a toe that night,
But at least he’d gained a friend.

Paused

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2020 by dc

Everyone is quiet,

Hunkered down,

No-ones left
Their houses
For days,

People are blanking
The news,

No rumours,

Just sounds
And the odd thought,

What happens to
Perpetual machines
If no-one cares
When they start to fall apart?

You’re Only As Young As The Last Time You Didn’t

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 5, 2020 by dc

You take chances
And gamble on heartache
And train times,

Till the fire
Starts to fade,

Then you magnify
The characteristics
All your ex-lovers hated,

Just to shine
That little bit
Brighter at night.

You think fate
Sometimes whispers
And mutters your name,

You drink too much
At stranger’s houses
And regret nothing,

You interrupt then
Improve each and every
Conversation,

Till your hiccups
Start glitching
And you fade into carpet;

You’d take on the town
If you could only
Stay upright,

An enigma to many,
Untranslated by most,
Your a piece of a puzzle

Lay scattered.

Assimilation

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 23, 2019 by dc

A reverie of solar flares
And magnetic storms,

High-energy particles
Colluding to glue
A long scattered past,

All improvised deliriums
And runaway conclusions,

Horizontal auroras
Dissipating through heart beats,

Broken power grids
Sparking crazed alien rain,

Wayward transmissions
All wild and berserk,
Drifting across the ionosphere;

Inhaling gentle
Geomagnetic disturbances,

The dawn puppeting stupors,
Groaning for semblance,

As therapy fades.

The Peach Tree

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 14, 2018 by dc

Columns of smoke cloaking
Cluttered thoughts and unfed shadows,

The crumbled calls of entropy,

The breath faint mystery of survival,
Blackened hills and broken wells,

Rusting cogs and pyramids,
Cathedral spires and totem poles

Conducting loose and lost mandalas
As they dance to hope’s melodies.

Revelations spin on pin heads,

Winter’s artificial mountains
And frozen river plains
Mirror soft transforming skies,

A loose decision is plucked from nowhere,
And all is one again somehow,

No static in the daylight,

No rainclouds or feedback
Or dark-dyed idiocy – just peace;

And the cracks find us here,
Wide eyed in a shed,

Laughing in each other’s arms,
Staring at a simple old photo

Of a peach tree,
Zoetic.

Bait

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on September 10, 2018 by dc

Trapped between
Cognitive thinking,
Drinking and just
Floating in space,
They dangle like bait

Caught in a misty
White chaos
With apes locked in cages
Who slouch and persist
On just rotating lounge wear,
All swear words,
Abuse and raw hatred,

It’s a mess,
It’s bad taste,
It’s a waste,

It’s the kind of
Bent mindset
Found on posters
Once pasted by skinheads
In basements
And dirty phone booths.

That Stolen Desert

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on September 7, 2018 by dc

That stolen
Desert,

Ignorant
When questioned,

All broken
By nature’s moans,

A crudely
Sketched landscape

Drying the hush
Of all murmurs,

As the sun
Bleeds its war.

Grapefruit Husks

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on September 7, 2018 by dc

A citric residue
Coats the bacon pink lips
Of all around the silent table,

Half serrated silver spoons
Sit beside a dozen quivering
Grapefruit husks,

A distant radio rolls the news,
Eyelids flicker a gentle waltz
And the kitchenware rattles,

Poorly cut videos flash and repeat,
Cracked echoes of longing
And whispered perception,

All dizzy days gone by
And stippled memories
Reaching out,

Sat in the sun dappled dust
And flickering in the haze
Of another privileged curse.

Pact

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2017 by dc

Soft words falling
Like dust from a
Limestone sphinx,
Eyes prowling
For acceptance,

The wondering,
The intrigue,
These newly found lullabies
Sashaying through silence
And murmuring pasts,

Green dreams uniting
To purr at the moon,
Promises golden,
All passionate pausing
And heartfelt release,

This old teenage pact.