"portsmouth" poems
The Crow flies.
Along the 5th motorway car to car,
Past the French coast flying,
Flying.
The ***** black winds, worn and battered
From the ride, the constant ride.
Truck to truck, warm to cold, stranger to friend.
Friend to Comrade.
Preaching my Gospel of love and peace.
The time has come for love and peace.
But the Crow still flies,
His nest destroyed long ago
His brothers and sisters scattered amongst the wind.
The cool, harsh, stinging sea air wind
Of Portsmouth, Southampton, Bristol.
Goodbye, so long, see you soon.
The Crow flies again,
Protected and blessed by Elohim.
The meditating Crow,
Calm to fly once more.
Is this the last?
He promises yes but his heart
Says the opposite;
Fly Crow ‘till you find a better world,
A peaceful world,
A loving world,
A Crow’s world.
So fly Crow,
Fly away and fly safe,
Preaching in the wind,
Travelling in the wind,
Crowing in the wind.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 5:57 AM UTC
Red ribbons around the streetlights.
The lights from the commadore theather
are a reflection of the past.
Coblestone streets the historic district across the water
buildings are lit haunting shadows over the water.
Once a year closed streets seem to travle back in time.
Roasted penuts street corner preformers.
Familys togather homeless on benches not all is beautiful and bright.
Sweet city so cold and gritty.
Christmas lights like neon signs call to my jaded soul.
Horse and carrige ride down by the water.
New lovers getting lost in the moment an season.
I sit apon the steps of the old church share a bottle with
My new best friend smells of the city echo back to another time.
Lights and sounds reflect a holiday on highstreet.
Hands held togther when in another life it seems you
were mine.
Cold are the streets carols fill this night.
If only more than once a year.
We could embrase this spirt.
Then trap it for one peaceful day.
The traffic apon Highstreet is is slowing
The festival crowd is fading.
The bottle of christmas cheer is almost gone
so along with the I must be going.
Oct 19, 2009
Oct 19, 2009 at 10:45 AM UTC
He was sent to Aldershot for training
He would learn how to **** or be killed
The training was all done with broomsticks
When he thought back it made his blood chill.
His unit was sent down to Portsmouth
To board a ship and go over there
It was packed to the gunwales with weapons
And the rations left no room to spare.
He practiced with his rifle on the journey
Like others who’d not held one before
He’d no sense of the horror he’d be facing
Nor the violence he’d always abhorred.
It was such a small piece of shrapnel
Caught both eyes as a shell case shattered
He never saw his two boys as they grew into men
Missing out on so much that had mattered.
His wife who he loved always helped him
And a life with new interests grew
He learnt how to read the braille papers
It pleased him he’d still know the news.
But the trauma from the experience scarred him
And ire with politics grew by the day
So he took to his new odd braille keyboard
And wrote articles and letters to complain.
He could sense the new way that the wind blew
In the corridors of power in the House
There was money to be made in new weapons
And politicians ignore those who grouse.
Then again two decades later it started
Another war that would mean more dead men
The obscenity rose like a bile in his throat
So once again he took to his ‘pen’.
©JRW2014
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Embodied in a perpetual persona of shitheaded seventeen
(Before you snuck out on a cold silver sheet)
You could measure your lifespan (or is it your wingspan, now? did you know it's the same as your height?) in late-night shenanigans topped with bacon-guaca-holy-moly burgers, tumbling in neon spandex and the raising of general hell, which you probably can't reach right now,
(And how many flaming bags of feces on why-not doorsteps, for me?)
Speaking of me,
Do you remember when I kissed your head beside a broken down photo machine? Do you remember when we ran away from your first girlfriend (her first kiss) and laughed because you had a current girlfriend? Do you remember when we tried out clouds in department store floor levels, like you were planning on getting one all along? Like you were my (first) and now my (late) husband? Three years doesn't seem very long ago, when placed in proportion with - what was that word again - eternity?
You were but a fleeting presence not only in my life, (in her life, his life, their lives now broken from a trio into a typical twosome) but in your very own - one blonde beach-bunny darting from top-hat to top-shelf
(Could you give up World of Warcraft for a World of pearly White?)
(Would you take me to my Senior Prom?)
We will float yellow rubber ducks down the water at your wake (one by one) and eat food-court teriyaki because no one is allowed to be sad (says you)
(Jesus, baby, what's your dang address?!)
In the end, you ride off into the sunset on your unicycle, like the bad movie that this is
(Screaming, "this thing's killer on the *****
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
There she is my pride and joy
her oak deck glimmers in the sunlight
been nearly a year in dry dock
repairs new paint work the lot
My crew have been chewing at the bit
ten months without putting to sea
today is a wondrous day
with crew 10 men strong
Ropes released and out of Portsmouth
back to the briny beauty
with her silver sails up
and at last anchors at bay
She can do 20 knots in fair winds
as the crew can tackle her motion
this my love my NightShade
that my crew and me give all devotion.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On
I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.
less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into
the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.
but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like
that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.
Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they
****** altogather but drinking and common sense dont even
belong in the same room togather.
Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie ****
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.
They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there ***** I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked by.
acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream
they'd **** there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.
Just for a taste of stardom.
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.
In a world were you could have a bus load
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.
The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders
passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads.
Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.
To see who could bore us the most with there sob story
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow
than a reality show pillbox for a brain.
and the truth effectsus all form no matter
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.
Dec 11, 2009
Dec 11, 2009 at 7:12 AM UTC
It's only when your alone do we forget what a true pain in the *** people tuely are.
Maybe for some it's just missing waking up next to warm body your face burried deep within her hair.
Others may be something altogather different and for others it is a true friendship far beyond a cheap **** it's the laughter i miss.
Thoose moments I took for granted i guess it's just her I miss.
It was nine years of hell mixed with touches of heaven.
I had tried to erase the memorie with gallons of ***** and cheap flings
Forgettible faces *** can be empty at times and can do more dammage than we know.
The bar that sits only a few paces from her door is still there.
The places all the same yet they seem cold as I am no longer welcome there
Or was it just me and a paranoid refletion.
portsmouth is a strange place indeed where on one side of the street are people sitting outside in the summer sipping cocktails eating overpriced meals.
and right across the street people wait in line at the soup kitchen.
niether group looks towards the other like the old color lines during the times in america we'd all like to forget guilt is a ***** indeed.
Still no matter the problems in this world it always goes back to are own simple lives why you may ask?
Cause we cant solve the worlds problems and thoose who belive they can seem.
to have this habbit of always getting shot.
So here I sit in thumpers the local yuppie bar I used to look at from her window.
the view was a lot better from her place but the drinks are a lot better here.
Do I miss her?
Yes.
Will I knock on her door tonight and beg her for her love like some desperate love struck fool?
No. I just sit here get drunk talk to some woman and if I'm lucky get laid close my in the mist of passion and pretend it's her.
Maybe I'm a coward but I'm also a man and we all need that contact even if for only for one night.
If only I could reverse that view maybe then I'd just sit there and remember just what a pain in the *** she was.
And rememeber why I'm in this goddamed bar to start with.
So I'll drink to her in my seat by the window underneath the neon sign.
And pretend that my life was misery with her so I can stand this crap i'm living now.
Women are the worst drug you'll ever know.
But ****** there fun and I'll die befor I leave em alone.
Oct 29, 2009
Oct 29, 2009 at 12:43 AM UTC
The sun shines
on Portsmouth
but not where
I am
It’s nothing but
wishing on stars
Two thousand five
hundred light years
from home
How did I wander
so far?
The east wind
is blowing
The anchor
is weighed
I’m turning
my back to
the gale
With a flask
on my hip
and a prayer
on my lip
and a promising
wind in my sail
And maybe
I’ll make it
or maybe
I won’t
The future
is so hard
to see
Too much
has happened
and so much
is lost
and I don't know
who I’m supposed
to be
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
Home of the navy, big and strong,
Think that's it? You are most wrong,
Home of Dickens, and Isambard Brunel,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stayed a while as well,
Singers like Same Difference born so very close to home,
Gunwharf Quays, Action Stations and even a PlayZone,
An Aquarium, lots of shops, amusement parks and more,
Theatres, museums, the Isle of White; it's fun from shore to shore,
Portsmouth is a brilliant place, to live and work and play,
People who live or visit here shouldn't ever move away!
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
You weren't the poetic one, but I just read Kaddish
and thought of you;
of 1998 beach photo, Sussex somewhere - as I
remember you, perhaps a bit younger;
of sweet peroxide blonde, hiding brunette. I was
naive to the dye 'til I saw 'the Hepburn shot' - that 1950
something print, you in Rembrandt light,
or the black beehive wig in family portrait—
1970ish— dicky bows and cocktail dresses - Dad, aged
seven, in a shirt and trousers;
of youthful snapshots: Portobello Beach, Edinburgh
(4), with parents in Kent (8), your gang of girls some snowy
place (14), painting the house with Raymond in Croydon (20);
of latter digital images, 2012, more gaunt and wrinkled,
but ever-beautiful - seemingly ageless, as you wished;
of care and trust and overdone vegetables, thin gravy,
brussel sprout production lines - beautiful, mundane memories
at Cowfold breakfast bar or Langley Green kitchen tops;
of seaside trips to Shoreham, Portsmouth, Brighton, dogs
homes and holding my hand past the loud ones;
of picking roses from the garden for 'perfume' - sticky
hands, wet floors and beautiful smells;
of early morning rude awakenings, met only with cheer
and offers of tea and toast - I still have your butter tray
(hospitable even in death);
of my brother's wedding, taking time to jive and seem
alive whilst everyone else was dying inside, despite the fact
that it was you, and you only, who should care the most (and
thus, if you didn't, why should we have);
and of that very temperament, infamous tempers never
shown—at least to us—just pure, kind acceptance and
forgiveness.
You weren't the poetic one.
You were; the ninth child of a ****** and his wife
the girl with the Scottish accent
the wife of an engineer from Mitcham
the mother of three, the loser of one
the stern face of discipline
the BT telephone operator, the masseuse
the grandmother of three boys
the ageless face of beauty
the one I remember best
You told me you couldn't recall your siblings' names -
I've looked into it. Ada, Jack, Edie, Emmie, Mabel, Joyce,
Raymond, Terence.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Take a moment once in a while, to pause to breath reflect and smile. Let’s all stand tall with respect and pride. And make Portsmouth’s Hero Lord Nelson proud as he watchers his beautiful city smile.
Take my hands and let’s climb up the spinnaker tower, Think happy thoughts and look around.Thank you to Portsmouth City for welcoming me me into this amazing town. Take a run down the sea front pass Clarence pier.
Feel the sun on your face your feet on the ground. Count the stars and examine the sky. Catch the rain and watch the birds fly.
Make something from silence let words lift your soul, and explore every sweet bit of your beautiful soul. My life cuddles destiny and bought me to this place where I was meant to be.
The Gloves on my hands meditating in this boxing ring, my future whispering to my thoughts as I think. Determination and hard work early morning starts.
I will start from the bottom and work my way to the top. Heart beating fast many emotions trying to get out. My thoughts whispering to me.
Float like a Butterfly sting like a Bee” for you are a champion a role model the world needs to see. Inspired by the greats~ Lord Nelson- Mohamed Ali.
So follow your dreams and never give up, and always work hard, your day will arrive at the right time. Remember your stars always shining to bright up the night.
JidosReality 5.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
My life decided to rest me with determination, found my self in this city I knew nothing about called Portsmouth, the first emotion that attached it’s self to me was loneliness.
My mind was in shock but I knew I had to carry on and be strong. Cause I was about to have a baby this little life inside me needed me. Far away from my family a lot of mixed feelings going on.
And than like a nightmare it slowly faded away like an angel my best friend Shamilla was send my way. She threw away the loneliness I was feeling everyday.
Took my hand and said don’t worry from now on everything will be okay. And now I don’t worry my little boy is grown up and happy.
From shopping down Gunwharf to taking him for walks down the beach, watching my son grow up so happy in this amazing place we both call home Portsmouth City.
It took time to adjust and I may of felt trapped, but my future looks bright I have my little boy by my side.
JidosReality 4.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
Break your shackles and reach out to your freedom, the world is yours the poorest man around is not the fellow with out a bank coin to his name.
But the poorest man is a soul without the right information to orchestrate for him self the right future. Cause it takes strength to be certain, it takes courage to have doubts.
It takes stents to fit in, it takes courage to stand out, it takes strength to share a friends pain, it takes courage to feel your own , it takes strength to hide it show it and deal with it.
It takes strength to stand alone it takes courage to live, Portsmouth City my friend what a good friend you are. Have me the courage and strength to be who I want to be.
You allow me to bake chocolate biscuits and cake, you give me he freedom to clearly see my future, you listen to me as I speak to you at the beach.
You lend me your light house so the darkness stays away from me, I don’t say it much and I hardly say it to! But Portsmouth City my happiness thanks you, and wanted to let you know that it loves you two.
JidosReality 4.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
(for K. Briggs, Portsmouth)
"All that ever was joyous
and clear and fresh,
[your] music doth surpass "
-Percy Shelley.
I do not know the reason why
The world turns with me when you walk
by,
With a thousand words scarred across
your face,
Breaking down my defense with a casual
gaze.
Morning or evening when you walk by,
My heart skips a beat, lost in
the 'you-and- I;'
With your light step a vivid link to
a higher grace--
At a different time, at a different place!
Your eyes turn away as you pass, as if we
were kidding one another,
As if no two were meant to be together!
You go your way, leaving me lost and
amazed:
So much said in so little expressed!
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(d.January, 2000)
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Sometimes in life you wait for time, than you come to realise hat time has come and passed by, SomeDays I just sit hear thinking thinking been waiting for so long forgot what I’m thinking.
I love day dreaming makes me forget my thoughts are screaming, Portsmouth City’s my Home play up Pompey can you hear the song?
I’m still waiting for a answer to my solution many years have passed by seconds and minutes gone to sleep.
SomeDays I feel weak other days I’m strong, sometimes I wish I never made that wish. And when I feel down and everything’s around me I take a walk to the seaside.
And watch the world look at me I only have one life no one hear to save me. My happiness and peace Portsmouth City gives me. May Portsmouth be blessed let’s all look after our city.
Jidosreality 2.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
Through all the ashes and the hard times, the first time she looked at me her eyes made me smile,
when I think of it, you are the life of my heart.
You’re the reason I smile when I find everything so hard.
With every breath I take and the magic we make. I’m yours and you’re mine, you, my best mate.
The feeling I feel when I’m with you and when you’re not around I always miss you.
I remember the day I said i do put the ring on my finger Then I kissed you.
Marriage, this thing, this special thing that we are in, two lovers for life, as strong as this ring.
And now I smile I have a wife in my life. romantic trips to the isle-of Wright candle night dinners down Gun Warf, watching the ships pass by.
Laughing trying to count the stars in the sky, many city’s Iv lived in who would of thought Portsmouth City, is the place I would call home don’t need nothing else but me and my wife.
Planning our future together travel the world to many places, from France to Dubai to Australia to many other city’s calling us.
For she is my happiness and he is mine two.
JidosReality 3.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
Change is the law of life and those who only look at he past or present are certain to miss they future. So give me a smile and I’ll be happy for the day.
Portsmouth City of friends what can I say? Thank you to Portsmouth for putting a smile on my face, thank you for showing me my dreams **** a beautiful place.
You held my hand when I cried and said don’t worry everything will be alright. The things you do and the hinges you say such a beautiful memory truly blessed.
Many friends Iv meet many cultures in this city, nights in cooking lamb all bringing a little culture to dinner. Many friends from around the world who call this home Portsmouth City.
I promised my self one day I would become a pharmacist, to help those that are sick come sit down my friend let’s talk about it over a cup of tea.
Portsmouth City of friends next time you meet someone that’s not feeling so good. Just be they friend.
JidosReality 8.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
I love Reading books on Kings and Queens.it’s amazing how I feel creating patterns that speak to me.
Inspired by the this city that has welcomed me. There is no other place I would rather be.
It’s like my designs are words that are hear to change the world, from henna to weaving creating and passion.
My imagination creates all these designs that start blushing.
See kids are our future teaching is my dream and I’ll teach them always to follow they dreams.
And give back to this place I now call home Portsmouth City. Remember your futures born with freedom follow your dreams and allow your imagination to speak to you.
For if I can take a plain page and bring it alive, you could work towards your future and watch it smile.
JidosReality 4.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
It was the Morning
I loudly announced my arrival
My mother and father overjoyed
I had a mere scratch on my head,
But wounds heal,
And I grew
In the seaside of Portsmouth, Virginia
Walking, speaking, laughing, crying,
Bursting
It was in the morning,
When I had a chance to be
Anything:
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
Let’s live and let live I put my trust in Portsmouth from the day that I got hear, to rebuild my life for my beautifully children.
Portsmouth my favourite the magical places it has taken me, walks down Southsea on the beach listening to the waves whispering I me.
Planning my future teaching English to adults and been a mentor for immigrants.
Helping them settle showing them this beautiful city called Portsmouth.
This city of culture, city of peace fills my spiritual energy with faith and belief.
Let’s integrate we can do it together we need more love to super side hatred.
We need more strength to resist our weakness,
we need more inspiration to light up our inner-minds. We need more learning to erase our ignorance.
We need more wisdom to live longer and happier, we need more truths to suppress deceptions. Let’s integrate for our children’s future awaits.
JidosReality 8.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
My taste buds are tingling sitting Hear in my favourite restaurant wa
iting for my Chicken Nando’s you amazing. Watcng all the people around me filled with laughter and joy, I’m so proud to call Portsmouth City my Home.
See hope in my hands, nothing ever happiness like you imagine it will, but than again if you
don’t imagine nothing ever happiness at all.
Your soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts, so be the change that you wish to see in this world. You see if you ever find your self in the wrong story leave.
I find my self in a story working towards
my dreams. From adapting to learning and
respecting those around me. Learning English my favourite words “
Thank you portsmouth For looking after me.
And one day
when your car needs a-bit of TLC I’ll be right Hear to help you with my Tool Box Spanner’s Nuts and Bolts.
For the hope portsmouth gave me and helped me to For fill my dreams. Now please Take he Hope from my hands and go and For fill your dreams.
JidosReality 3.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC