"nottingham" poems
This week has been very long so far
Maybe because I mashed my head on Saturday,
But Joe turned up to surprise his Ma,
Would have bin rude not to share the MDMA.
But what goes up has to come down,
We had our fun, our chats, our tunes.
On Sunday he was Nottingham bound
Monday a pin-pricked balloon.
Overcompensation followed
I Frontlined the pets, took the cat to the vets, did the weekly shop, used the hoover and mop.......watched "The Waltons"........I made pies and mash, grieved for spent cash, looked for a job, tried not to open my gob..........watched "The Waltons"......I sorted the cupboards, mixed up my words, misheard repeatedly, had great thoughts ...fleetingly........watched "The Waltons"
Finally Friday beckons invitedly, a time of unwinding.
I can't believe that in the past I would have bin planning
More pill taking excitedly.More fun and lights blinding
But thank god I'm too old to be young ..... Must be soon Spring.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
******* caught in a razor blade crevice of a smart phone left broken on the floor of a public bathroom in a run-down bar in Nottingham (with battery and SIM removed) and like a run-on sentence the scene grows monotonous.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
1431
poems in ye old inbox,
genteel knocking,
whispering thru stolid front door
love me a little lot,
little lot, love me?
this is not mere work product,
collegial-laid upon me for gentle shared, for pre-review,
Nottingham Forest arrowed, bow shaped
pithy comments,
these are the holy-of-the-holies
attention-me-crystal-cries,
prayers, wry observations, nature collations,
me and thee adorations, heart rendering
screams of need,
these are the moments in your life
raw-roughened gifted or threaded smooth cursed,
but tendered unto my caring.
(an aside:
perhaps you understand better now
why woman-in-the-moon imagery,
red bowed, grapefruit tasting hearts,
all the lovelies, word shape shifts a/k/a
Imagery
language delights!
but time-using, confusingly confuses,
and has been erased from my own poetry frame)
gnawing doubt me routs,
god gave me humans,
and gave them speech,
to bring me
closer to him
thru them.
somewhere in those 1431 essays of labor,
dashed off, handcrafted, pithy or poor,
just might be the one
justification for my opening my eyes
this poetry someday Sunday sun-day.
put the cofe on
(saving letters, saving time,
deleting unnecessary e's
from my life till when I am dying on
all-on-that desperate
e-n-ee-dy day).
loaded my shotgun heart with
loves and likes,
yellow thunderbolt bullets firing,
and considered yourself
notified
I'm a-coming over,
shoes on the cofe table,
breaking taboo's
gonna read 1431
and when dining done,
gonna pay attention to my muse,
my woman, cause she is the
original e,
that provides the raw materials,
in ye old nat-box,
that lets me love ever one of them,
she is the e
in me
and me will be in you,
starting now.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer
In the heat, a daisy parts company
My body perspires and sends a shimmer
Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin
A rose stands straight like cadet, red
Like his beret, standing as proud as he.
A tropical butterfly dances within
The petals of the rose, tickling the row.
The wind whispers its petals
So secretly, so delicately, to and fro.
The butterfly wears a brave face
Watching the daisy and the rose
With wings just like Nottingham lace.
In the heat, my body embraces its wings
And it kisses my hand, knowing its place
In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer
In the heat, a daisy parts company
My body perspires and sends a shimmer
Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin
A rose stands straight like cadet, red
Like his beret, standing as proud as he.
A tropical butterfly dances within
The petals of the rose, tickling the row.
The wind whispers its petals
So secretly, so delicately, to and fro.
The butterfly wears a brave face
Watching the daisy and the rose
With wings just like Nottingham lace.
In the heat, my body embraces its wings
And it kisses my hand, knowing its place
In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
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Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role for the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah
Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah!
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
She once was a girl growing up in Chandlers Ford
Meanwhile it was in Warwick that he matured
Years later once they had both reached an age
They each moved to Nottingham where loves’ foundations were laid
There they worked on the same degree
And together went the same nightclub weekly
Where he let it known to him she were pretty
So became special place this for them; Rock City
It was just the beginning of what fun they would share
Gigs and festivals they’d embrace as a pair
Always enjoying most the Maccabees
Music was their making of happy memories
Until lifes’ professional path forced them astray
Seeds of love planted, but not together everyday
Weekends back and forth as a long distance lover
The wait would be worth it once back with one another
Some time passed and now both secure in a job
They felt a shared future they were sure of
So in each other they would invest
Henley-on-Thames they went to build a nest
Where they welcomed the new addition of pets
A pair of rabbits who they’ll never forget
For they’re the first lives together cared for
Which has been a success so let’s hope for more!
Now content and secure
Yet with still room for more
They hoped for a place to call their own
So in Wargrave they brought their first home
And filled it with the things that they shared
More than ever they felt together paired
True commitment awaited just one more thing
He took her to Brighton to present a ring
This brings us now to here today
Two families meet at Malmesbury; their halfway
And with friends here all to celebrate
The love that Tom and Hana have made
We witness them begin their next phase in life
The exciting togetherness of man and wife
A relationship they should wear with pride
We all know for him she is the perfect bride
Officially now linked at the heart
June 22nd is where these Hutchinsons start
Adventure commencing with African Safari
And relaxing beach for honeymoon
A pleasure that will pass all too soon
But from there they will live in one guarantee
Wherever next will be together
As they are most happily
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
I shall gallivant after dark
when droves of waves depart at dusk
to point a gun at Mortimer here
still swears allegiance to France
but bid my bride on coach farewell
only to surmise inheritance again
how treacherous the streets lurk
there's upheaval in every crypt
so peruse if your dreams scheme with mine tonight
with a legion in silhouette
as her benevolent shall copulate
even corporeal lie mosey and
to pretend such revolution here
only justice might enhance constitution
on the road with sound
where golem ampleness in sweat
still sings a melody this ritual part in excellent lore
that would succumb world in the dark
if gander again jog along memory lane
while seance must intrigue each tog
that Nottingham's still absorption and namely a craft
in situ just to incept a suffragette abdication abound
this an extant with luxury again
and forthwith evermore.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
I awoke in a grave of an over-grown wood,
Where above my head the treetops stood,
And a light shone the timber and brush of the ground,
Where the moss of all ages created a mound,
The weeds were extreme in their length everywhere,
- Leaving in sight not a single plant bare.
Then I spied from the scene just to the west,
The wings of an eagle poking out from a nest,
I climbed from my grave and proceeded to call,
When he dropped what he had in the pit of his claw
A ring rolled out into the dried prickly grass,
The gem of a ruby as shiny as glass,
The gem was laced from top to bottom in gold,
And carved inside, two initials in bold.
The eagle stared with large curious eyes,
As he turned with great haste up toward the skies,
He opened his beak, and let out a screech,
"A human a human, a soul-sucking leach!"
When in minutes I heard a strange pounding occur,
- their faces in numbers came, in a blur,
I gazed upon the massive structures of beasts,
Over one hundred species I counted at least.
They pulled me with force to their chests with a roar,
As we started with haste through the arboreous floor,
Then coming out into an opening pass,
- I gazed up the face of a broad rocky-mass,
With urge it had seemed it was up we were bound,
We trudged up a steep incline in the ground,
Two towers formed at the top of the mountain,
As we hiked up the rock past a lion-head fountain.
We climbed a great length over dirt, weeds, and gravel,
With the towers ahead growing more in our travel.
I looked at the faces, the snouts, and the beaks,
I could hear the snorts, the grunts, and the squeaks.
Their claws inching further with strength in their grip,
I could hardly keep up as I started to slip,
They would cry victory in their native tongue,
With howling and croaking both old and the young,
I retreated my steps but they held on too tight,
The gravel rolled back as I started to fight.
They snarled and drooled and gleamed their red eyes,
As the towers in front continued to rise.©
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer
In the heat, a daisy parts company
My body perspires and sends a shimmer
Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin
A rose stands straight like cadet, red
Like his beret, standing as proud as he.
A tropical butterfly dances within
The petals of the rose, tickling the row.
The wind whispers its petals
So secretly, so delicately, to and fro.
The butterfly wears a brave face
Watching the daisy and the rose
With wings just like Nottingham lace.
In the heat, my body embraces its wings
And it kisses my hand, knowing its place
In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
part i
Sardine in a cardboard box
you cradle me in your arms.
Your voice burns the cold
Winter in my mind.
I feel you caress again:
I rest my eyes
Your arms locked in mine,
minutes perfect
time stops.
We leap forward
into an final kiss.
We leave the place behind.
Nights adventurers
wandering through
streets, half alive
half dead
we never sleep.
Part ii
I hoped sunday would never come
we depart;
we wait for the train.
seven, eight, nine
both insane.
Two swollen eyes,
twp shaking limbs,
a sore head:
t-shirt soaked in *****
cider mingled in cigarette
stains...
That awful, awkward
wait to Leicester.
We stare in silence:
we say no more.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
light takes
a
sharp turn
at
the
village gate of
Nottingham
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
In the midst of a summer day,
With the sun gleaming golden brown
I wake up to find a flickering ray,
That interferes with my thinking crown.
I'm sitting down on my bed,
And travelling to far-off harbours
I cannot think of anything else,
But just the magical grandeurs.
I've reached the Crow's shore of Ketterdam,
And am sailing for Hogsmeade
The Ferolind's joltingly reached Nottingham,
And I'm not thinking of nothing else.
The purple tulips, the marvellous castle,
All shiny on a shining day
The wind's whistles, the leave's rustle,
All make me delightful on this day.
The world seems so tiny,
From up above the blue skies
The Firebolt I'm now riding,
Seems to supress the little lies
I used to take in as a child.
Suddenly everything's so harsh,
I think I'm in the land of the White Witch
I crave for Turkish Delight so hard,
That I know not of the awaiting risk
Into the dark castle, as the daughter of eve.
I was so lost in the mysterious magical whirlwind,
I think I've travelled far, but not even a mile
When I open my eyes, I clearly see the still wind
Of dust, crime and fraudulence all in a pile
That tempts me to snivel for the fair play,
Since I'm the lost girl and the world, a treacherous display.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
Thomas, born of Jesus
July, Germany, art, Louise, sound, music,
Number, future, statue, hair, white, people,
brain, gold, year, man, Keyword year:
the problem of peace, which promotes fire,
theft on trees. Voice of North Nottingham
from Winter Garden in Fiji
The whole crystalline mind
is like a dog in the style of an Australian Muslim.
The Brutal Church remembers the first planet
of all planetary plants on planet Earth. Peoples
and NFL ***** pedal, pedal, pedal, pedals
and people, people, pedals, their clothes, gloves, eyes,
cats and paradises. Sandy Shaheed Keywords:
death, death, ghost town, spraying, drama,
divorce, big, planet William, friends, dear love,
baby, it's not fun, fun. List of hair in the park;
Ivan speaks of something neutral and surprising
that's the city when it comes to a very neutral
healthy star. Westston William William, Thomas,
Jason Thomas, Amaker Lama, Germany, France,
Italy, World Music, System Support. We find a box
in the box and find Kilem Thomas, Thomas,
Thomas and Thomas in your family,
what do you think? Nine birds have provided
wonderful construction
projects that offer features and services
to consumers and stars. Etoile Etoile off!
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Springhollow.
Something broken, something borrowed.
Friction fighting flesh
Against my white stained pillow.
Middlesex.
Promising perfection in excess.
Cutting palms with lovely letters.
He was seven. I was six.
Nottingham.
Proclaiming to know the promised land.
Wrecking ball through golden temples.
Romantic fixations. Romantically ******
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
If I should say to the king,
I will bring you this ring
Glory be to his great
And powerful majesty,
Who sits on the royal throne,
Ruling over the Great Land
Of Nottingham
Wearing seal and royal
Crown of the King,
Appointed me knight
In shiny amour with orders
To crush and flush
The insurgency
From the enchanted lands,
And long live the King
Of Nottingham
At last, victory
Is on our side,
And we shall not be moved
As we march through
The village gates of doom, fear not,
Our blades are sharpened,
And blessed by the
Church of England
And we know them well,
We pause to drink sweet nectar
With the angels of glory
Precious, enchanted drinking well,
Your beauty dwells deep
In the earth’s domain,
And I am prepared to take
The endless plunge
To greet your eternal love
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
The only gas lamp left in the street
Was sitting outside my door,
The rest now lay on a ******* heap
Had been cleared some years before,
But strangely, all of the mist that once
Obscured the street from sight,
Now hung and clung to that gas lamp frame
And darkened my door at night.
I’d stand and stare through my window there
Whenever the mist was high,
Painting the drains and window panes
In the glow of the gas lamp eye,
And those that passed in the street at night
Would flicker and then be gone,
Just like a scene on the silver screen
They would pause, then hurry along.
And that’s when I saw the girl out there
One misty night, about ten,
All dressed up for a late night show
She’d certainly go, but when?
She wore a dress in a style I’d thought
More in Victorian taste,
A woollen shawl and a bonnet, small,
And a bodice of Nottingham lace.
She’d disappear in the swirling mist
Then reappear in the glow,
She’d cling on tight to the gas lamp post,
She wasn’t ready to go,
Perhaps she waited for someone there
I thought, how lucky he’d be,
She looked so beautiful, standing where
I’d wish she was waiting for me.
She seemed to come every friday night
But only during a mist,
If only she would knock at my door
I thought, I couldn’t resist.
One friday night it began to rain,
And she looked in a great distress
Now I could venture to ask her in
If only to save her dress.
I stepped right up and opened the door,
Her image would flicker and fade,
I saw her turn, and stare from the glow
That the old gas lamp had made,
‘So there you are,’ came her breezy voice,
‘I’ve been waiting here, you see,
Every friday at ten o’clock
Since 1893.’
That was the moment the lamp blew out
In a strong and sudden gust,
The glow, the rain and the girl had gone
With the mist remaining, just,
I stand alone by the window pane
And I peer into the mist,
To search forever the girl who came
That I saw, but never kissed.
David Lewis Paget
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Hello, we've reviewed your application,
we're based just down the road from Nottingham station.
Can you make it in?
We'd love to see you,
follow the signs, and walk straight through.
I filled out the form with help from a friend,
but he didn't get the call,
which I can't comprehend.
So, just me off to see the manager,
wear a shirt, plain white,
and of course a tie but not too tight.
I sit down, we talk, it's going well.
"So, why do you want to work here?"
"Because I'm broke as hell?"
"I mean, I love what you sell."
"Name three of your main strengths"
God, not this,
I always think they're taking the ****
Three things? So what do they need?
I'm honest, punctual, and work well in a team?
I'm in there for ages.
I thought this would be quick,
I hope I didn't sound too thick.
Maybe my answers did the trick?
I replay it in my head, over and over,
I just don't know how it's going to go.
I'm stressed as I walk back to the bus,
that was a lot of effort for an evening job at Toys R Us.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
You sit across from me on the 3pm Friday train, taking us from the throbbing heart of Nottingham
to the serenity of York.
I listen to the same song over and over again for the whole journey.
We exchange multiple glances
and multiple smiles.
I imagine what it must be like for your girlfriend to be wrapped up in your arms.
Part of me wishes I was her.
You just look like power -
the kind of power that could complete me
and tear me apart
all at once.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
rain makes the sound of
splotch splash wee
when
i
dash
through
rain puddles up
to my knees
upon
the
red cobbled streets of
Nottingham
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
I awoke to eggs and bacon a whiff upon the stairs .
my Mamgu loved to cook for me
with spot the ball and find the score draw then
Off to paint with easel in hand out to grey sky's did st. go .
Then back for lunch , tray in hand with neighbors on the tele ,
Sons and daughters. and the
Sullivan's with cups of tea and cake .
Tales of a mouse running up my Fathers trousers ,
my Aunty Jane and panda cars and
Cuckoo clocks ,
and China dogs upon a table .
And round and round we would go on roundabouts in my Dadcu s. Old Triamph .
Then came Dr Beechings With a boo and a hiss ,
for leaving sacks on his workers heads and
how the axe fell on Ystalyfera Station
Now he and the Sheriff. Of Nottingham would make a double act
Where's Robin Hood and little John , and that blessed silver arrow ?
What of the curtain in the train ,
Where carriages and people meet ,
and unsteady feet pass by
by moving floor ,
I ask what's behind the curtain ?
And by my Mamgus back door a curtain hung ,
Outside the outdoor privy ,
Of mice and men let me say again ,
What s behind the curtain ?
Of lazy days of whist and pairs Mamgu and I around the table ,
Bruno Tyson ,
Hand of God ,
evenings in front of the tele .
A mangle ,
a washing machine that turned into Captains Log Star date ....
A road ,
Tin cop cars racing around a carpet ...
Bobby scampering up and down the stairs ,
The sweet shop my Aunty ran Next door .
Pink envelopes with sweets in
Then my Dadcus plot of land that over looked the mountain
So lovingly tendered ,
With peas ,
and runner beans *** in hand and **** to pick my Dadcu loved to garden
. Now I could go on but time moves on
and heavens gates await thee ,
an infant in my Mamgus arms ,
as Poppy's pepper the fields ,
Worn on proud men's shirts ,
in remembrance of the fallen .
And as evening called ,
Gods creation sang in beautiful sky's as if to remember ,
the life of love given up for the servitude of many .
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
last month, we had the catch up
we had been saying we would
have for a couple of weeks
you asked me how i am doing
and i said "i am fine" when i
didn't mean fine at all but
where is the word to explain
this absence in myself.
anyway,
you were washing the dishes
and i was transported to
the galley on your little boat
i remember the same sound
when you cooked me pasta
on our first date
and we watched some film
i had never seen before;
i can't remember the one
we left the dishes till
the next morning
but that galley
the small space where i would
have to side step past you to
your bedroom, or the toilet,
or sometimes just as an excuse
to slowly brush against your body
in the small in between
the first night,
after the second time we ******
fireworks exploded
i'm not talking about fireworks
in the belly but
actual fireworks
i'm not sure what colour they were
i could have looked out the window
which had a makeshift curtain made
out of your boxer shorts
but i was more interested in the
colour of your eyes
and how they made the fireworks
feel like they were right there
in that room with us
that tiny room which would not
have had room for anybody else
but that was its appeal i think
that only you and i would exist
there in my memory
only you and i that time
i broke your bed
and we laughed while you fixed it
on our third date
you asked me if i wanted to go to
Nottingham or to ikea
of course i chose ikea
we spent an entire day there
before going for pizza
and i helped you pick out
some draws for your boat
you dropped me off at the
train station after that
where we kissed and you went back
probably to install your new draws
under your bed
that was our last date
and i never got to see the new draws
under the new bed you eventually
also bought
so when we talked last month
and i asked you how your draws
were doing and you laughed
"what kind of question is that?"
i guess the draws don't remind you of me
the same way ikea
and the smell of tobacco
remind me of you
the only thing i bought from ikea was a candle
i burnt it months ago
it smelt like cinnamon and winter
you hated winter scents
thought they were cliché
i think i burnt the last of us
away with that candle
watched us slowly melt away
but i don't think there was
ever an us
really
we existed there
briefly
in that small in between
too small for the both of us
but you knew that
all along.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
For them to write a haiku,
for us is to define
two variables in a
curved relationship.
If our form of encoding
sound wasn't as it already is:
we wouldn't have statistics -
say X and β
f(-) and ε
the succinct -
hard to orientate
units of encoding
as complete meaning
Majestic.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
we plot
to
****
the
king of
nottingham
let's go
to
the
poison
well
to
quench
the
lion's thirst
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC