Sing to me no more. Talk not of love, save me the trouble, of trying again. Just leave me, to my books, my pictures, and my sad, lost lonely looks. No! Please no more. Not your anguish, spare me your trouble, your crying and pain. … Continue reading An escape.
I wrote Cosmic Generation as a song; I didn't have any music for it, but I felt that it had a certain rhythm, maybe a certain beat...
I wrote "Statue" back in nineteen seventy something, it's one of the few pieces that I don't have a date for. I was an angst-ridden teenager trying to come up with a theory, no, a working model of the universe; how it worked, where I fitted in, why I must fit in, why girls didn’t … Continue reading Statue.
This came unbidden to me the other morning, I have no idea how or why, I was sitting on a bench at Chesham Station waiting for a train into central London when all of a sudden, there it was. The first line, then the second and third lines and then the rest. Perhaps it was … Continue reading Impromptu, inappropriateness?
I posted a version of this back in January this year (2022) where I mused that I seemed to remember that I'd actually written more of it but couldn't find the extra pages. Well, lucky you because I found them, three more "verses". The original threat was here: (Poetry again…). The first version is here: … Continue reading Son of The Legend of KARCHAN, part two, Rides Again!
There I was sitting in the garden reading D. H. Lawrence. It was caused by some remarks one evening in the pub, you know how these pub conversations are. "Yes, I'll look it up in my volume of Lawrence poems, for I have such a thing, when I get home." I got home, I looked. … Continue reading The Lost Book. The Last Bloom.
EDIT The extra verses that I alluded to at the end of this piece have been rediscovered and the Legend of Karchan in its entirety can be found here: Son of The Legend of KARCHAN, part two, Rides Again! I threatened to post this a while back, (Poetry again… February 2021) well, here it is… … Continue reading The Legend of KARCHAN
Here's a little ditty from January 1979, well, finished in January 1979 I've helpfully typed at the top of the page. I was in lust with a girl called Carol as I recall, I'd met Carol in 1977 and she'd had an effect on me, but I didn't have the balls to even try to … Continue reading If my words could really touch you.
Not in truth haiku, the format not adhered to. No point seasonal. Lingos disparate. Different phonology. No good parity. And yet, somehow meet, And pleasing in its total, that five, seven, five.
Seventeen are they, divided five, seven, five. Seeking approval.
A Point of Views, A Polish Odyssey and Other Stories. 