Nobble (For Nina Lewis)

I like words that wobble,

like scribble and wibble

and bobble, greedily, I

gobble, codswallop, such

squabble! Nice to nibble,

but not to nobble…

 

Written for Nina Lewis, a superb poet, whose debut pamphlet is released this year.  Nina is as wonderful on the stage as she is on the page, a lovely lady (who likes it when I write silly stuff like this).  We celebrate National Poetry Day today.  I aim to do so by honouring some of the talented poets who have given me so much to celebrate.

 

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Normal (For Charley Barnes)

Normal? Normal!

That naughty little lie!

The fairy-tale, such myth!

That Pinocchio lullaby.

Normal? Normal!

Impossible invention,

the nightmare we aspire to be,

individual contention.

 

Dedicated to Charley Barnes, an exceptional poet (winner of the Worcestershire Literary Festival Poetry Slam this year) and great pal of mine.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today.  I aim to do so by honouring some of the talented poets who have given me so much to celebrate.

 

He Watched the Ships Go Sailing (Or ‘I Waited’) (Written for Ryan Summers)

He watched the water,

safe under the shore’s aegis,

gazing out at the horizon,

he watched the ships go sailing.

 

He sought the water,

bathed in the poet’s pages,

gazing out at Poseidon,

he watched the ships go sailing.

 

He fought the water,

braved the tides of ages,

gazing with dead eyes, fish and

he watched the ships go sailing.

 

 

This poem was one of the first that Ryan Summers (who was writing as Sahm King at the time) expressed an interest in.  Ryan is a tremendous poet, a hugely encouraging gentleman and a friend of mine.  This is dedicated to him.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today.  I aim to do so by honouring some of the talented poets who have given me so much to celebrate.

Undusted Trust (For T.J. Therien)

This Frankenstein of flesh

Stitched together back from death

‘The Headless Children’ lyrics by Blackie Lawless

 

A memory, dimly recalled,

has the sense of something

hollow, an echo of a dream,

that non-linear moment upon

waking, when the world,

trusted to the night’s safe-keeping,

has broken the spell

but kept the secret.

 

A requiem reaches

the dishevelled heavens,

engineered by an arcane art

and furnished with

the frustration of a Phoenix,

bound to a Prime-Material plane

by a prophet who will not relinquish

the ashes of their religion.

 

 

Dedicated to T.J. Therien, a dedicated poet and novelist.  Tim’s mythology and stark poetry is superb, I am blessed to call him my friend.  We celebrate National Poetry today, I aim to do so by honouring some of the talented poets who have given me so much to celebrate.

Lacuna (For Paul F. Lenzi)

The sky was a bruised blue,

a prelude of the night,

a prequel to the prophecy

that legend known as ‘light’,

the coming day was but a myth

to those deprived of sleep,

the horror of the haunted heart,

a secret none should keep.

 

 

Written for a hugely encouraging and amazingly talented poet.  Paul F. Lenzi is a personal hero of mine, a man who has made an astonishing contribution to the world of poetry; and has nurtured the gifts of many budding and accomplished poets.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today, I aim to do so by honouring the talented poets who give me so much to celebrate.

 

 

Perfect (For Polly Stretton)

Ponderer of poems,

precious,

you reflect, I then see,

under no illusion,

you remain perfect to me.

Let me have my heroes,

they make me want to be,

more than the child

that so many people see.

Ponderer of poems,

precious,

I reflect, you see,

under no illusion,

you remain perfect to me.

 

 

Written for my hero, one of the most talented and inspiring poets I know.  If I am ever truly deemed a wordsmith, Polly Stretton is surely my forge.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today, I aim to do so by honouring some of the gifted poets who give me so much to celebrate.

Amazing (For Alan Durham)

Fatherly love, how else can I describe?

For what you gave me, I could just imbibe,

whenever I saw the warmth of your smile,

I knew that life was all worthwhile.

 

 

Written for a gentle giant, whose support has been invaluable.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today, I aim to do so by honouring some of the gifted poets who have given me so much to celebrate.