Reading Over My Shoulder


Sweet and sour

Pot Noodle memories

that remind me,

I would rather be lonely

than ‘only’ anything.

I could quite easily

destroy everything,

simply by refraining

from explaining


to an audience,

that does not read,

but reads into.



The Audience Awaits

The audience shuffles in their seats,

The stage looms before the reader,

The night hides behind the curtain

And the poet waits to feed her,

Whispering into the microphone,

To set an atmosphere,

Words wander away, panic!

The pages disappear…


As the audience awaits.


The world spins beneath him,

He stands on the precipice,

Ghosts of failures finding him,

He sinks into the abyss,

The unquiet savage of sorrow,

Doubt has found new premises,

Courage fled the auditorium,

Confidence, now his nemesis…


As the audience anticipates.


Scared to death, he takes a breath,

And opens up his eyes,

Remembering anything is

Possible if he tries,

Art and oratory venture forth,

Surprising and delighting,

The poet performs, forgetting

The fright that he was fighting…


The audience appreciates.


Ardent, resolved,

Passion evolved,

Art involved,

World revolved,

Passion evolved.

Audience absolved,

Passion evolved,

Audience Dissolved,

Problem solved.

Ardent, resolved, enthusiastic, passionate, resolute, certain,

Passion evolved, dreams unfold, move, become,

Art involved, skills obtained, drained, necessary curtain,

World revolved, the words became the sun,

Passion evolved, hungry for text, vexed, consumed,

Audience absolved, they forgave, making me believe,

Passion evolved, corybantic, cantankerous mood mushroomed,

Audience dissolved, alone at last, let the poem breathe,

Problem solved, pass it on to paper so they can dissect

And rape her whilst you reflect,


What Was in That?

Think game, think movie, what the player or audience,

Failed to see, the extra life, the hidden key, the lies,

What was it they intended to experience exactly?

Is there some familiarity or even believability?

I guess we start with the plane, or what was left of it,

It would be kind of stupid to ask how it got there

(As it appears to have crashed, considering its state.

But there is history here because that was some time ago,

There are signs of deterioration, corrosion, graffiti,

Left by the foolish who have let their presence be known.

Other than the curiosities, like how anyone managed

To get here, the jungle-esque lagoon atop an impossible mountain,

There remains the question of where anyone found,

Spray paint and if this was a game – what was the point?

What was the paint’s intended use if not for vandalism?

And if it was art, then there is no one to see that either.

Should we be more concerned with the eleven foot tall

Killer squirrel or the fact that there does not appear to be,

Anything with which to repair the puncture that has deflated

Inflatable Steve?

Reaching New Audiences

A big thank you to all who continue to comment and indicate they have read something here by pressing the ‘like’ button, I am very grateful.  A huge welcome to all my new readers, I hope you continue to enjoy the blog.  Baldy is a busy boy!  Trying to make headway on social media has been (and continues to be) a complete *rude word missing* but has also been a little rewarding as more and more have been following the blog and interacting, thank you and ‘Hi!’.

The Worcester Writers’ Circle has kindly added a link to here on their site and even posted my Flash Fiction introduction on their growing ‘resources’ page.  You can find The Worcester writers’ circle here:

Whilst life is very busy, I am trying to keep writing and spend as much time blogging and using the social media to keep up with all, I will read as many of your blogs as I am able, but if you know me at all, I hope you’ll know that I support all of your endeavours, regardless of how many buttons I press or posts I respond to.

I will be working on a secondary blog soon, purely about my mythological world, Cyralost; which I hope you will join me in when it arrives.  I’ll keep you posted.  Keep smiling and keep writing, best wishes to all from Baldy xx


Tweeting Twit

In an effort to become more involved and reach a broader audience, I have been engaging with social media (somewhat slowly and poorly as I am a technophobe/useless with computers etc, but I AM having a go at it!).  Baldypoems now has a twitter account as well as a facebook page.  I can’t seem to log out of twitter to find the thingy in the search bar that I can copy and paste as a link but anyone wishing to follow on twitter and/or send a message can hopefully just put Baldypoems in the twitter search whatjamacallit and find me there.  tweets are emailed to me so I will eventually get back to you.  best wishes to all, hugs from baldy x