Category: Poems

Straight out of Woolwich

Written 2017. Of course the title is a take off from Straight Outta Compton by NWA you and I walk out to the Thames bank the coffee shop had pumped us with caffeine for us to observe the water boats, birds, the ferry across the bank a park green oasis the sugar factory up the…

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Sappho’s Moon and Pleiades – translations

This was a bit of fun written 2016 – translations of a classic poem. Original Greek poem: Δέδυκε μεν ἀ σελάννα καὶ Πληΐαδεσ, μέσαι δὲ νύκτεσ πάρα δ᾽ ἔρχετ᾽ ὤρα, ἔγω δὲ μόνα κατεύδω Google translate: Dedyke although a selanna And Pliiades, through Dec nyktes too d erchet hour, I do not own katefdo Corrected…

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And we did

This was written 2016. I don’t think the politics are quite right now, but hey ho. It was published several times in several publications. I read it out at several poetry nights. it is based on a part of James Joyce’s Ulysess: Penelope. And we did dominate nature and with our machines and mud and…

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Make is so Captain Picardigan

This was written 2016 and I read it a few times at poetry nights in London. It’s a bit weird. I like smoke and lightning The fun, fan, furn of the Autobahn But I thought the cathedral was on the other side of the square And you may ask yourself – Well… How did I…

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Pound for the guy

Written in 2016 and was indeed written in English Lit class on my degree. listening to the tutor talk about Pound and wet black boughs I think of Yoda levitating at the South Bank

Though the kingfishers looked

This was written 2008/10 sometime, not sure. It was published in an anthology. Personally I think it’s a very green poem, but several people have told me they like it. Though the kingfishers looked So beautiful; specks of shocking blue Against the dead green and dark water. They chased each other like in love –…

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The train rattled

This was written 2008 or so, not sure. The event happened in 1995 when I worked in London. Coming home to Thetford was just bliss after London. The train rattled through the golden green countryside The sun was washing the colours bright Of the green leaves and huge golden fields Nothing felt better than bathing…

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let there be cake

This was written 2019 the sun is falling below the gravestone, he made 83 when I was two i expect the sun is falling everywhere and none of it means a thing stones words lives deaths and tax i expect when i am 83 none of it will still mean a thing but for the…

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Dry Golden

This is the oldest poem I still have, possibly 2008, not really sure. I have a terrible habit of throwing away my work and everything before 2008 is lost. Far away I remember the fields, Dry golden, Days when the corn was taller than us, And we trampled the crop to make rooms, Sometimes naked,…

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