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519 · Apr 2015
Beautiful Sky (Haiku)
David Bremner Apr 2015
Sky of deepest blue
Free from rain cloud blemishes
Flawless as your face.
516 · Jul 2015
90's Childhood
David Bremner Jul 2015
Once upon a time
I was happy
With a teenage fumble
Behind the supermarket

Now - alone
I listen
To Morrisey sing
'I'm miserable now'
On a rainy Wednesday
On bleak streets
Those same streets
A kid knew well

On Saturday's I went
With mother
To town on the bus
To carry shopping

Jarvis sang
About Deborah
The fountain down the road
Tracy was my Deborah

A blonde who worked
In Presto's
Her sister was in my year
But I didnt fancy her

Chips on the bus
To a Britpop soundtrack
I carried Tracy's image
To bed in my mind
By fifth year
I'd lost control
Hormones stole
A University education

Tracy gone
Hormones remain
Sapping my dreams
And Presto's closed!
516 · Nov 2016
At The Barbican
David Bremner Nov 2016
Ethereal light shines down
On modern Londinium
As we sit by the lake
Near St Giles-without-Cripplegate

Felicity leans forward
Her head slightly bowed
As if in silent prayer
Me – her confessor

Abruptly she stands
Taller than Shakespeare Tower
Why do you always come here?
It’s the antithesis of home

She adjusts her skirt
Last night it seemed too long
A duck lifts its tail feathers
***** on the concrete

Felicity is a rainbow
Most clearly seen during rain
Her moods still move me
Psychedelia made real

Your strange – she says
Your beautiful – my reply
She smiles – her face like coloured glass
The window of a great Cathedral

I see God in your face
I thought you followed Sartre
I did….I do…
This place suits both

I caught you last night
Eyeing that girl
Near Blackfriars bridge
Keep your eyes on the prize

Yes – you did
Now she’s my confessor
But she hadn’t your colour
Your pattern or form

Felicity kisses me
I squeeze her tight
By evening we’ll make love
Leave the ducks to the Barbican.
504 · May 2017
Standing Stones, Stenness
David Bremner May 2017
As the bus whizzed past
I glimpsed the stones at Stenness
They towered monolithically
above a dozen or so tourists

Who themselves seemed like stones.

Then something spoke to me
in the quiet part of the soul
Something from millennia past
and I looked once more at the tourists

Crying for the brevity of life.
498 · Nov 2016
A Minute With 'Trouble'
David Bremner Nov 2016
With stealthy grace I saw her pass
a well loved lass.
So cute of paw
was what I saw.

This furry friend and decent pet,
on her I set
my eyes to rest.
She made a quest

toward her bowl of rich cat food,
I knew she would.
And then to creep
to bed for sleep.
494 · Dec 2016
Quietness of the Dunes
David Bremner Dec 2016
Today I walked
Along the dunes
My heart was very quiet
The sea my sole companion

I thought of you
Your smile, your kiss
How I longed for your love
How I long for you tonight

I saw a ship
So far away
Out on the horizon
Where sea surrenders to sky

In such a way
As lovers know
Within their longing hearts
That reason gives way to love

I found a shell
Upon the sand
Its beauty touched me so
A gift from the pounding surf

That scrubs this beach
With every tide
A cycle of cleansing
Of purposeful renewal

And as I turned
To leave the beach
I looked back at the bay
And in its shining surface

I saw your face
And felt your kiss
And knew your thoughts were here
Such is the strength of our love.
David Bremner Dec 2016
By tidal trance
I watched her dance
She skipped among the stones

Her agile grace
Brought smile to face
Before I toddled home.
David Bremner Nov 2016
Felicity of the colours appears
In the still city air
I check that her coat is warm
For Edinburgh is cold

Absent-mindedly she chats
Past Hepworth and Moore
Toying with the hair that falls
As the leaves part the trees

The Riley exhibition proves
Too much for her eyes
Those beautiful eyes
That will live on from the day.
469 · Feb 2015
Time in the Jungle
David Bremner Feb 2015
Flowery mind
Raining down on my eyes
Searching in the earth
For the seeds of my soul

A concrete jungle
Chemical life-source
Last chance saloon
For love and ***

Graffiti covered morals
An urban code
Values permeated
With corporate vice

Clouds shifting
Uncover the moon
Still searching the soul
In this city wasteland
469 · Dec 2016
The Town Clock
David Bremner Dec 2016
The clock has moved on
from the hours that it kept
When, below it I would wait
to meet again your smile

The time it has shown
with hands and face
Has left your hands still kind
Your face still beautiful

As I dip my fingers
into the cool fountain below
I remember those evenings
flicking water where you sat

Watching the people
passing through Stevenage Town Square
Passing through their lives
as ours lay out before

Then years of marriage
with no need to wait
Yet often I would sit
and imagine you arrive

But the clock has ticked on
and now you are gone
Yet I feel you still
in the fountains cool water.
465 · Jul 2015
A City Hymn
David Bremner Jul 2015
Still heart
Like a pond
Whose secrets
Lie deep beneath

A girl walks
Alone
Through city streets
Beneath the flyover

In the meadow
Of the soul
A heart flutters
Like wildflowers

At her feet
A beer can
Rattles by
In the wind

A swan appears
In silhouette
Against a sky
Awake with promise

She spies the man
A derelict
Beard red with grey
Eyes so hungry

A dark cloud
Appears
It stains
The blue

She rolls up
Her sleeve
He passes
The needle

A petal falls
Red like blood
Lands on the pavement
She spits on its presence.
464 · Jul 2016
Self Portrait at 36
David Bremner Jul 2016
The psycological effects
of the rewired mind
infused with the 'Green Fairy'
are learned the easy way

As he - that is I
strides the late night town
ten foot tall
with a sixteen year old

on his arm
in the town
as the gargoyles
watch from heaven

A night spent trying
to climb a moving Vesuvius
a chimeral dreamscape
of unreal reality

As he - that is I
strides the late night town
ten foot tall
with a sixteen year old

on his arm
in the town
as the gargoyles
watch from heaven
418 · Mar 2015
Near to Felicity
David Bremner Mar 2015
Felicity is
Sand to the beach
Warmth to the sun
Light to the stars

A stream of my conciousness
I saw her once
In a girls self portrait
So real - surreal

She wore a beige scarf
As I'd never imagined
Her hair was dark
Yet at times she's blonde

Like light through a prism
She dazzles and changes
Form and colour flow freely
Yet my mind can hold her

Tonight she seems near
My thoughts touch her
An abstracted image
That flows through my pen

These are the moments
Parallel to reality
A happier place
An altered condition

Multi dimensional
She's my Lowry's 'Ann'
And tonight I am wrapped
In Felicity's arms

When she leaves me
I know she'll return
And I'll practice the ways
To call out her name.
410 · Jan 2017
Freswick Bay
David Bremner Jan 2017
This place chooses
not to ignore the sea
that gifted its soft sand
upon which footsteps wander

As the waves pound the rocks
the sound colours the voices
of the old Norse raiders
whose longships challenged the surf

While I think of those
who like winter's Goldeneye
make of this place a home
marrying it to their heart

Yes, this place chooses
not to ignore the sea
for it is a breathing artform
sculpted by her hand.
David Bremner Feb 2015
Does your heart reach out?
With empty longing inside
Searching a soul-mate

Let me make you understand
My love could fill up that void.
404 · Dec 2016
New Year Eve 2016
David Bremner Dec 2016
Felicity
extends her left arm
While casually yet carefully
examining the lit tip

Last cigarette
The fountains babble
and Martini glasses gather
like harbingers of doom

She's in a mood
As this year now draws
to its' inevitable close
Yet sheer beauty radiates

Out from in her
She draws attention
Knowing I think of another
by now at Canary Wharf

I fetch more drinks
A couple embrace
Kiss in what strikes me here tonight
as most illicit somehow

Illicit, yes
and us complicit
But secrets come too easily
in all my interactions

Felicities
Much more beautiful
with moonlight on their naked skin
than they appeared in the dark

Abstractedly
I touch her shoulder
As I touched in fertile summer
the fleshy, tender belly

Of another
Who did not love me
and was never Felicity
like this well-dressed girl tonight

So shall the next
as yet unlived year
bring more of this challenge
Imposters and intruders

To inner peace
Agents of discord
****** and killing a dreamscape
of a love that is settled

Felicity
Her eyes follow me
with cigarette between pink lips
that at midnight will speak truth.
David Bremner Oct 2016
Your face - so young
So beautiful to me
It catches my eye
Seducing me to return

To see it - to know it
Yet I don't know 'you'
I have never met you
Perhaps I never will

Your pretty left eye - Its pretty left eye
Your dark hair - Its dark hair
How that eye holds me
With its gaze averted

Your scarf - of biege
So tenderly wrapped
I can feel its warmth
Yet I've never touched it

Your portrait - a masterpiece
Yet it is not 'you'
We must face that fact together
As exhibitionist and ******

It's not paper - it's not paint
For when I leave this room
I'll ever still see 'it'
Not paper, paint or you

It exists - you exist
I exist also
You created the portrait
But what created me?

I turn - I leave
With one last look I think
I do not know her, but she
Should be proud of what she's done.


An early poem I thought I'd lost!
David Bremner Oct 2017
At Gordon Hill
I climbed aboard
A lazy day
For being bored

Enfield sweltered
Beneath the sun
Then I saw her
She looked like fun

Her torn blue jeans
Showed sun-brown thigh
As Hertfordshire
Slipped quickly by

An English miss
Of that no doubt
My usual type
Is short and stout

But on that train
Just her and I
Her slender form
Did keep my eye

Both Welwyn bound
A summer's day
I fantasised
Us in the hay

That kept the shade
Of her fair hair
They put her there
For me to stare

A poster girl
She was you see
On British Rail's
Class Three One Three.
398 · Mar 2015
A Runcorn Vision
David Bremner Mar 2015
I do not know you
Yet - I dream
At night I see your face
In the pale moon

As I walk the streets
The town feels cold
I feel your hand
Give warmth to mine

By the Manchester Ship Canal
I picture our meeting
The smile on your lips
Lust in my eyes

A kiss below the streetlamp
A ***** in the underpass
You look at the bridge
I look at your face

The train pulls in
I wake from my daydream
You alight at the station
I drown in my guilt.
David Bremner Nov 2016
The landscape of home
'neath blanket of crisp, clean frost
Keeping warm the heart.
394 · Sep 2015
Felicity is French
David Bremner Sep 2015
Felicity smiles
whilst placing
'Iron in the Soul'
On the pillow

She's turning French
Once more
Two weeks from now
We'll be in Montparnasse

She stopped me once
Asked for a light
In a little side street
Near Euralille

This ****** girl
Who smokes
Sensually
For my pleasure
390 · Sep 2017
Suburban Evensong
David Bremner Sep 2017
Across the wetting lawn and down the darkening path
Through flower-fled weigela, hawthorn berry red
Comes dusk
Making a bed for night 'neath settled robin's wing
Pressing the back lit kitchen panes of ivy frame
Drawing me out in prayer, giving thanks that I came.

Where laburnum dreams of slumber and blackbirds notes
Lie low within the moss-green breeze-block walls
Of home
Strong sanctuary built beneath a cathedral sky
St Boniface, Tooting now to memory lost
Yet in this church of green there is Chalice and Host

Then darkness falls complete, robs the shadows power
Honeysuckle fills the air, incense for this time
And peace
Descends from the heavens so the owl becomes dove
Beyond street lamps are stars, night settles low and long
The spinning spheres have gathered, joined in Evensong.
David Bremner May 2017
Amongst the ruins red I watch
Felicity pick her way
A scene of strength and gentleness
Upon an April day

Before the sun had rose this morn
Man had cause to shiver
A bomb laid waste another place
Far from Eamont River

I stood in peace, enjoyed the sun
Aubretia in bloom
Despite the castles sweet decay
I could not sense the doom

These battlements once built for war
Now were nought but lovely
And love I felt for that sweet place
And for she who loved me

Therein the strength enduring all
To me that day was found
And not in some satanic bomb
So far from England's ground.
After a visit to Brougham Castle the day after President Trump's 'Mother of all Bombs' was dropped.
387 · Aug 2015
Portrait of Felicity
David Bremner Aug 2015
On canvas
I try
To depict
Felicity

Young
Vibrant
Dangerously
Beautiful

A portrait
Of her
100% so
Yet more

Green
Yellow
Red
Black

For I
Have stolen
Into the work
With her

Felicity
Me
Us
You
386 · Jul 2015
The Tide (Haiku)
David Bremner Jul 2015
Just like a harbour
Filled with an incoming tide
Your love swells my heart
381 · Jan 2017
My Mind
David Bremner Jan 2017
Psychedelic swirls
Twisting and turning my mind
Tell me who I am.
David Bremner Nov 2016
Southwaite Services ****
She is
Strutting across the carpark
Shaking that tail

Oh look at her walk
One hip at a time
Over and over
On the motorway I'll see her

Understand this
Up here in my mind
United we'll be
Under the sheets

Though she's fifty at least
The experience shows
Thing or two I'd learn
That I wouldn't forget

Here she's a queen
High heels and tight jeans
Holding her own
Heading the pack

Wish I could hold her
Wish she was mine
Wish I could **** her
Wish she would know

And so it goes on
All in my head
An M6 fantasy
Asphalt fuelled love

Into the night
I carry my desire
Imagine our lives
Infused into one

Throwing the shackles
The difference in age
Testing the boundaries
That society sets

Exit ahead
End of my journey
****** attraction
Ends up as love.
377 · Aug 2015
The Mirror
David Bremner Aug 2015
Early evening
In the bar
Where I sit
Looking at the mirror

She walks in
Early 20's
Skinny jeans, flat shoes
A pale green F & F top

As I look
At the mirror
This unknown girl
Begins to fill it

The mirror has always
Been there
Constant - comforting
But ever present

This girl is new
She flits around
Confidence - energy
She orders a drink

In the mirror
I see her
Perch on a bar stool
*** toward me

The mirror plays tricks
On my distracted mind
Enhancing the curves
Of this slender girl

Through the mirror
Her hair
Shines, hangs straight
Down a sculptured back

She sips her orange
As the mirror
Slows the effect
Increasing the allure

And then
She leans forward
That *** protrudes
But the mirror breaks

I'm seeing you
Eyeing that ******* girl
You're always the same
The mirror has spoken!
374 · Jun 2015
For a Poet
David Bremner Jun 2015
Let your words flow
Out across your page
Vivid pictures
Enriched with style

Heart confessed
Emotions shared
Art made real
Received by me
Thankful follower
374 · Jan 2017
New Years Day 2017.
David Bremner Jan 2017
'He's still here!'
The Facebook message reads
'Who?' I ask
'The guy I pulled last night'

Well, I think, watching the storm clouds
They say the New Year brings hope

She at least needs that.
373 · Nov 2016
Jazz Filled Love
David Bremner Nov 2016
Here in the dark

Often will I

Listen to crazy notes

Crazy, jazz-filled notes, that can



Move my mind

Stir my soul

As they work their magic

Through the ending of the day



And do you hear

That music too

Is it in someway shared

How I'd love those notes to speak



To you and I

Both together

Holding each other close

In sweet surrender to love



And as I see

In my minds eye

The dazzling, shining, bright

Reflections of brass, I feel



That we are both

Caught in a whirl

As crazy as these notes

That fill the air with sound



And as the tune

Plays on and on

So too I hope will ours

A never ending jazz piece



Written for us

In its own style

And boldly played some day

So the whole wide world can hear



About the love

Between us both

That's crazy and heartfelt

As are all these jazz-filled notes.
David Bremner Jul 2016
They'd said she was dead
but she served me just now
In the Royal Mail sorting office
up on Green Road

Fished out the river
was how they all had her
On a dark, wet Sunday
and I thought of the girl

Who twenty years before
sat beside me in Tech. Drawing
Who I didn't fancy
but liked all the same

Double periods
On Tuesday mornings
In that concrete box
that wasted our time

She served me just now
in the Royal Mail sorting office
She's cheated death
We're not ready to die.
368 · Aug 2015
Autumn Song
David Bremner Aug 2015
Autumn called
Us in
To the cruel clutches
Of tomorrow

I cried that day
When Felicity played
Richard Harris' ' MacArthur Park'
On a 33

My tears flowed
From her eyes
Splashing down
On the revolving disc

Then we took
Each others hand
Remembering the Barbican
Felicity in red

Tonight we slip
Through love
To a thousand summers
We triumph over autumn
368 · Feb 2015
Alone and Lost
David Bremner Feb 2015
The greyest of skies
Follows darkest night
By the surging sea
A birds call carries

Mournful and plaintive
Alone in sadness
It tears at my heart
Sharing in its loss

Waves smash at the shore
Releasing that which,
They've shared for so long
Life - that I'd die for

Rain sweeps in across
The bays wild foaming
Stinging at my eyes
Displacing the gull

Forcing me at last
To face what's the truth
That life shades in dark
And we are alone.
366 · Nov 2016
Robbie the Robin
David Bremner Nov 2016
He pecked and pecked that night
the little beggar
For I quietly watched him
as dark stole in

To rob from me the redness
of his rich breast
The chubby joy he gave
in days last minutes

Was anything but wasted
providing peace
As I waited for my tea
served with love

That I had for the robin
with his jaunty ways
And as rain touched the window
I gave him to the night.
359 · Nov 2016
Lily Allen on Vinyl
David Bremner Nov 2016
You ask me lover
What's the point
Can't you see
That there's not one

Yet at the same time
One exists
Yes - perhaps
The greatest point of all

It's because I can
That is why
And want to
So one day - I will

No, not to spite you
That's not me
You know that
C'mon now listen

Who cares what science
Says of sound
This object
Could alter my world

If I possesed it
Lily Allen
On Vinyl
A big, round L.P

A true work of art
Lilys' art
Existing beyond its form
I can hear it now!

Every note pressed
Perfectly
Filling the air
With its captured sound

Yet I can hear you argue
Making a scene
Missing the point
Trying to persuade me

That C.D's better
Clearer sound
More modern too
But that's never it

For years I've wanted
That record
I'd watch it
Go round and around

Yet for years I've chosen
Not to buy
But to deny
Myself the pleasure

Often I have thought
I'll buy it
Sit and watch
Its nothingness go

But I loved all that
Nothingness
Simple fact
That I did not own it

But now soon I will
Hold it here
Commited
Its nothingness gone

And I will play it
Night and day
Until you see
It's because we can.





"Say what you say, Do what you do. Feel what you feel, As long as it's real" Lily Allen



"That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free: condemned, because he did not create himself, yet nonetheless free, because once cast into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism
358 · Oct 2017
First Week in October
David Bremner Oct 2017
Dat by day the grey clouds hung
Round bails in wetness rolled
Hedgerows stood wind-harvested
The fields of colour bleached

Even the sea seemed heavy
Thick with slate
I doubted that life it held
As it fought against the dark cliffs

In town: Oily puddles formed
Empty cans clattered through Poundstretcher carpark
Cold wind Wick River whipped up
The swallows had left

I darkened....... Until

Robin flashed his red in conifer green
Felicity's rain-soaked hair clung to her face as she laughed
And the geese shared Heaven with the Milky Way
So that I,
                Could raise my spirit to the approaching storm.
349 · Mar 2015
Felicity
David Bremner Mar 2015
Felicity has eyes
Of every hue
One is amber
The other blue

I call her mine
Perhaps she is
Mine once more
No longer his

Felicity is my day-dream
One and every girl
I watch her of an evening
Pirouette and twirl

She reaches to the stars
Exists within my galaxy
Planetary girl
Born in deep down fantasy

Tonight my mind abstracts
All that's real is lost
Felicity takes my hand
The void comes at a cost

As we drift in space
We two drift as one
Turn our back on earth
Yielding to the sun.
349 · Nov 2015
Aliens
David Bremner Nov 2015
Five lights
Invade the night sky
Intruders
To her mind

From terra
A teenage girl
Considers them
Understanding the truth.
349 · Feb 2015
London's Flower
David Bremner Feb 2015
As I stood there
On a Monday morning
In the quiet peace
Of Highgate Cemetery

I thought of Lily
Lily with the long dark hair
That flows through my mind
From time to time

How could it be?
I thought to myself
That here before Marx's tomb
I should think of her

The answer was simple
Marx was a great thinker
But Lily
Is London's flower.
347 · Nov 2016
Saint-Malo, A Tribute.
David Bremner Nov 2016
Solid city walls
Rising above golden sands
Magic everywhere

Old men playing boules
Silver ***** shining brightly
Pleasure everywhere

Sails and masts abound
A thriving busy quayside
People everywhere

Gardens rich with scent
Flowers alive with beauty
Colour everywhere

Spinning carousels
Ringing with happy laughter
Children everywhere

Azure sky and sea
In blazing summer sunshine
Lovers everywhere

Pretty mademoiselles
Joining their lips in loving
Passion everywhere

These are my sweet thoughts
When I think once more of you
Pretty Saint-Malo.
David Bremner Dec 2016
Through scent of frankincence
heady as she
I see her move
with Eritrean grace

Ebony skin I feel
moves my senses
Her jebena
shall ever hold my heart.
347 · Dec 2016
Soft Smile
David Bremner Dec 2016
The softest of smiles
Reaches right into my heart
And then steals its key.
David Bremner Feb 2015
Dark forms against sky
Cut the air with their black wings
Breaking my silence

They fly above the river
That in days gone by brought hope.
347 · Jan 2017
Depth of Love
David Bremner Jan 2017
In the final hour
Of the day
They fell

Deep in to
Each others arms
Deep in to
Each others heart
And deep in to
Each others love

And from that depth
A depth known only
To them - Not others
They vowed

They would never rise.
345 · Jan 2017
Romance is Our Fire
David Bremner Jan 2017
Alone we are
Just you and I
As I point at the flame
That dances in the fire

You hold your head
In both your hands
And seem to lose yourself
In the warmth of that rich glow

Your face is held
Within my gaze
You're everything to me
I wonder if I tempt you

To fall in love
Here this evening
Alone just you and I
Where romance is our fire.
344 · Jun 2016
Streets of Montparnasse
David Bremner Jun 2016
She wore her ***
On the Rue Vavin
Like a pink scarf
Round her naked neck

Yesterday we visited
The Zadkine's
At Montparnasse
Where students smoke and love

There her boredom
Was palpable
Though the streets
Enriched her beauty

An English rose
Walking on cobbled streets
Parisian streets
Streets of our love.
David Bremner Oct 2018
I
Ernie struck up his pipes
Ten seconds TOO SOON
And in the wrong millennium

Fiona still had her SKIRT up
Adjusting the top of a nylon stocking
Whilst the KING OF THE JEWS
Left an unfinished drink on the bar
Of the Portland Arms Hotel.

All Hail Jesu, King of the Jews
Striding out through the Portland's door
All Hail George Munro
Best dry-stone dyker in the parish
And owner of a MOPED.

II

The procession moved SOUTH
Across the former A9
Careful never to exceed 30MPH
Fiona didn't go
(Preferring a young stranger's hand stroking her thigh)

Then -                                                                                    
The minister appeared, but.......
DIDN'T BELIEVE
That this was the Second Coming
He stood on the front steps of the kirk
That was now a Cathedral ( Lybster henceforth a SHINING CITY!)
Wishing all a HAPPY NEW YEAR
Including the KING OF THE JEWS
Whom he treated like all others
In true Presbyterian fashion
All Hail Jesu, King of the Jews
All Hail The LYBSTER STONE
Left outside in a forgotten corner
In true Presbyterian fashion

Beyond the Police Station and Primary School
A GREAT BEACON blazed
Lit by two schoolgirls and Mr Marshall Bowman
Pyre for a thousand years
Sinners preheated their teenage **** and middle aged bums at it
The nearby football pitch was illuminated by it
Nobody remembered the forgotten old folk because of it
They held their drinks and met their eyes
And as the procession arrived
Departed for the COMMUNITY CENTRE
A veritable Sodon and Gomorrah (BYOB!)

All Hail Jesu, King of the Jews
All Hail Mr Marshall Bowman
Rm32, Geography Block, WICK - HIGH - SCHOOL

(This part rhymes to appease the DEMANDERS)                        

The hall wis fill wi' yowng and owld
An' packed lek at hid wisna' cowld
Some were timid, ithers bowld
Little bairnies wid no be towld

When the lot hed gethered in
(The fire ootside hed raxed their sin)
They rolled their sleeves an got stuck in
Til grub an ***** an.. well.. ******!

All Hail Jesu, King of the Jews
All Hail Andrew Gunn
Fumbling with a fifteen year olds brassiere
In Donald Eyers' back garden

Jesus turned away from the COMMUNITY CENTRE sinners
leaving them with these words:
The Scribes and Pharisees of LYBSTER COMMUNITY COUNCIL
Will raise here a PAGAN STONE to mark this night
So that Alan Henderson can henceforth
URINATE on it on Gala night
in a political DEED.

And the Scribes took down these words for the minutes
As carefully as I imagined
Taking down the posties knickers.

Whenceforth -                                                                                    
Heralded by three giggling lassies
Jesus entered the great square of the SHINING CITY
Grey's Place
Thst held one butcher shop, two convenience stores
The Commercial Bar and a Post Office
That sold postcards of the harbour
and the Silver Cloud II.

All Hail Jesu, King of the Jews
All Hail the Silver Cloud II
That landed a record haul of 365 boxes
In 1973!

Bare was the square
That lay before the King of the Jews
Only Tony Ryrie's cat Patchy
Moved in its GREAT WASTES
Patch and an empty packet of Salt n Shake
The only witnesses
To the GREAT MILLENNIUM MIRACLE

Whereby -                                                                                  
A shaft of blinding light
Shone forth from the British Telecom phone box
Deflected off the Cathedral weathervane
Up, up (like a great *******) in to the heavens
Where the inhabitants of the moon Titan
Looking up through their dense, noxious atmosphere
Saw this light and sent
INTERPLANETARY FRATERNAL GREETINGS
To their sisters and brothers of Lybster (twinned with Fort Mackinac USA)
That were not returned

All Hail Jesu, King of the Jews
All Hail Johnny Mackay
Envoy from the plannet Titan
to the Court of St James

Jesus was NOT angered by this
For he knew that DEEP inside the people were good
And as Fiona (still in the Portland Arms) dabbed the TIA MARIA off
Her blood red lips
He struck south
Down past Donnie Mackenzie's

All Hail Jesu, King of the Jews
All Hail Donnie Mackenzie
Jannie of Lybster Primary
Pulling out your wobbly teeth in his cupboard
Then giving you a POLO

Until -                                                                                        
He reached the Harbour Road bus shelter
Where a choice was offered
To proceed to the harbour and part the Moray Firth
Or live amongst the lepers
Of SHELLIGOE ROAD.............

III

I was sent to the harbour
To pump the boat
The early morning frost glinted on a half-full Tia Maria bottle
That lay discared on the grass
I pulled the cork                                                
Took a long, sickly draw
                       Then threw it back  

In the SHINING CITY only some things had changed.
341 · Dec 2016
My Own Reflection
David Bremner Dec 2016
Your face - it's so beautiful
Yet I cannot bear to look
For I fear that I may see
In it, my own reflection

I ask you - please, turn away
I beg of you - just do it
My minds consumed by terror
A nightmare lies between us

You're asking me - I know it
To share our lives together
Have you never read the quote
Yes -  l'enfer, c'est les autres

Don't you know that I'll fail you
I'll see your disappointment
And then your eyes will harden
I'll suffer for your judgement

So go on take your beauty
Beauty that I cannot face
For I fear that I may see
In you, my own reflection.


"So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the 'burning marl.' Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is - other people!"           Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit.
341 · Jun 2016
A Postcard from Coventry
David Bremner Jun 2016
The words seemed to dance
freely within the script
So much so that it seemed difficult
to determine what pattern
they might eventually take.

Yet as I rose early
in order to watch
Coventry awake
The silence morphed into noise
and I prayed that the summer
would reveal its truth.
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