Bars line the road on the beach. Revellers drinking and talking. Sitting catching up with family and passing friends walking. A night of dancing they search. Music level at a screech. Drowning out coherent speech. Fiesta and bands in full swing. Many partyers in full bling. Base ball caps and chains of gold . Bottle…
Author: Chris Goode
Cursing Booze Cruising, by Roger Read
Going to stock up on cheap wine and beer. Buy crates of the stuff to bring back here. Day trip to travel by coach to Dover. To cross over. Rules are spend all your money and have a good time. Winter gale whipping up. Hardly going to be sublime ! Gimbals jiggling to keep the…
December, by Mike McBride
Default December The usual run-up to Christmas The occasional escape to my desk Boxing Day at Wakehurst Place That tree! So scintillating, statuesque Denial December A sibilant, senseless silliness Of sanctimonious eruptions Over the sentimental shambles Of seasonal corruptions Demure December Once-a-year Christians Being affectedly serious Over-groomed shop assistants Showing professional cheeriness Designer December Computerised…
Car-sharing in the late 21st Century, by Mike McBride
Before they invented the Telepathic Highway With its uninspiring, individual car pods Each one looking like an ancient spherical light bulb From way back in the twentieth century Pods you can walk straight into and state your destination And the magnetic engine whisks you away from road to track The auto functioning closes the door,…
The Drivers of Seaford, by Chris Goode
Stuck in a time warp With Red Robbo rovers and maestros They rattle down to the seafront in a maelstrom of pebbles Eating sandwiches and staring at the Channel Glaring at joggers flouncing by North-facing flesh in symphonies of lycra They stop for both red lights and green – They stop anytime, anyplace, anywhere; Negotiating…
Shelter from the Storm, by Roger Read
Surf crashing Waves thrashing. Fan corals waving The tide ebbing. The rip roaring Tropical storm brewing. Horizon darkening Lightning flashing. Thunder crashing Wind blasting. Sand smarting Rain lashing. Shutters rattling Trees bending. Leaves flying Patio furniture scratching. Animals and birds hiding Humans sheltering. Lights flickering Then deceasing. Heat sweltering Hours waiting. Sweating. Then sky brightening…
Heuristic Recipe, by Mike McBride
Take a hypnotist, a lawyer and a preacher. Rinse them in a prosaic solution full of naïve intent. Place each behind a hot desk. Bake in a look-warm career oven for five years Until thoroughly disillusioned. Boil fiercely over a gas ring of corruption Until all their power has evaporated. Remove from the ‘Rat-race’…
Thousand Yard Stare, by Roger Read
I walk past you everyday. I see you there with the same blank look. Face frozen in a glacial way. Eyes blank in what I can only describe as a thousand yard stare. You sit there. The world passing you by. It looks like you want to cry. A face like stone. All alone. What…
augenblick, by Chris Goode
when I lived I was something like you a fleshly bundle of hungers and passions feverishly interrogating the big questions and not waiting for the answers now I’m the draught that moves the curtains and rattles blinds the slats of sunlight creeping over the carpet marking slow hours the shadow in the tail of your…
Shelter from the Storm, by Roger Read
Surf crashing Waves thrashing. Fan corals waving The tide ebbing. The rip roaring Tropical storm brewing. Horizon darkening Lightening flashing. Thunder crashing Wind blasting. Sand smarting Rain lashing. Shutters rattling Trees bending. Leaves flying Patio furniture scratching. Animals and birds hiding Humans sheltering. Lights flickering Then deceasing. Heat sweltering Hours waiting. Sweating. Then sky brightening…
Twin Lives, by Jayne Marshall
A country child of sanguine complexion and flame red hair dances through life with cheerful expression. This sassy personality seeks mischief to share where the beauty of nature belies the awfulness of city life. City kid, sallow skin, tired and bored Wearily rushing through life catching smells and toxic fumes Of rumbling traffic, suffers and…
Reality: A Picture from Hubble, by Jayne Marshall
See The Horse Head nebula With ears pricked and eyes Stolen from bright stars. He was born with gasses coloured by the universe unseen by childlike eye reality that is mystery. Who rode this beast? Did it pull Helios’ chariot? Will it continue through life’s spiral dragging forever behind it a hearse draped in the…
Be Yourself – Everyone Else is Taken, by Jayne Marshall
One life, live it. But which life? Which road? Which fork? Which path? Who guides? Who directs? It’s my life, let me go. Let me breathe. You wish to be like who? But that’s not you. You wish you were like him? Did you know his eyes are dim, His heart is weak, Is that…
What is Thinking? by Mike McBride
Sagacious, rash, impetuous, Unforgiving or kind, Be we passionate, hot-tempered, Or glacially inclined, Our brains fill up with crap That we struggle to unwind. Our thoughts become a trellis With our actions intertwined. Reaction and response begin to map The geography of our inner world. By arranging and ordering The wig becomes uncurled. The kingdom…
Toughness (1-5), by Mike McBride
TOUGHNESS 1 Being tough is easy (It’s being a poet that’s hard) Just say goodbye to friendship Put on your emotional armour Keep your feelings frozen Pretend you’re ambitious It’s a perfect deception You’ll be a hero But you’ll be stuck Yes, you’ll be admired Worshiped for your prowess You may even feel like a…