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The jobsworths on the Council Are at their tricks again. By solving one small problem They’ve created nine or ten. They were angry at the number Of children missing school To holiday in term time At some foreign swimming pool. The summer dates are all the same And so the prices double. Plus parents say…
Welcome to Seahaven Poets Newsletter for December 2018! We wish all our readers and fellow poets a Merry Christmas Season and a Happy and Fruitful New Year. 2019 will begin for us with LitFest19 in mid-February. Once more we have a wonderful line-up of authors, poets, and musicians to transport us to special places far…
Religious fervour The Madonna and his faith Sealed his final fate Mother no saviour Unintended sacrifice Lead to his falling The carved rifle butt Extinguished the wildest eye Of the great Vortex
The rise of women The worshiping of machines The falling of men Glory of duty Acts of conscientiousness Fought with white feathers Dodging the bullets Draughting the propaganda Burning the letters The war to end all Jump stars business acumen Spurring newer trends Peace keeping, Conflict Insurgencies, Police action Insurrection
The telephone rings and I answer. Impending sense of tension, nervousness and saddness all day. Waiting for the whistle. Premonition comes true. There, that voice out of the blue ! Accusing voice. Dereliction of duty. The first barrage of shots are fired. Your guts churn. God I’m tired ! Just lay me down to die….
Forgive and live with the child in you. Be gentle to that child. Understand its pain. It’s rejection, abandonment and shame. You are not to blame. Know it comes from a different time and place. Put it in a box, marked ‘the past’. It wasn’t given a loving face. Nor growth and space. Love the…
In Church Street outside the Crypt door, There’s a bench dedicated to Vinney. Only 28, lost his life in the Iraq war, Nothing it seems, has changed since Vimy. From 100 years ago the Great War sought peace, Yet 100 and more wars since, have persisted. Still lions led by donkeys, braying towards national grief,…
War is a Bore ! War is a Chore ! War is Gore ! War has gone on Before ! War leads Nowhere ! War is Unfair ! War has no Flair ! War is Despair ! War is not Decorative ! War is not Productive ! War is Destructive ! War is not Reproductive…
Policeman at the door backfire from a motorbike next door’s penchant for hammering – never heard of screws silently turning nuclear submarine lurking in the gloom propellers torquing slowly. Baseball bat to head cricket bat to ball crack of a pistol shot criminal gang’s revenge or start of a race hundred metre sprint all that…
I wish I was a famous poet. I’m jealous of their knowledge and skill. I’d call to A.E. Housman. “Your team is ploughing still!” I’d pen an ode to Wordsworth From a daffodil. My study is an Eliot wasteland Of crumpled paper and sighs of despair. Why can’t I write like Shakespeare? In tragic monologues…
Lost in the south Shropshire hills, A sleepy, quiet land of farms and tea rooms, No longer the violent borderlands, Uneasy, restlessly awaiting The imminent arrival of Welsh raiders. A land made incongruous by its contrasts: Undulating fields, green pasture, streams and forest Torn apart by steep-sided, forbidding highland escarpments. One minute: a sunny picnic,…
One needs to be quite lexical To rhyme a word with bicycle A two wheeled one saddled vehicle Not to be confused with aerricle A device once thought as mythical. With some parts quite mechanical To repair is not too technical Racers can be fanatical Excuse this rhyme rhetorical All about the bicycle. Jayne Marshall…
Username: dog-eat-dog Password: barking Playing Monopoly Solitaire Stuck on Free Parking. Bum sore from this commode Everything’s shit-slow these days. My carer’s stuck somewhere on the road “Will somebody get me off this bog!” Listening to the sounds of the city Watching shadows lengthen Trying not to feel self-pity. Not worth pressing my button To…
Hi-there, Michael, It’s your AI here, Flashing, to wish you A prolific New Year. Whatever you’re into, I-can-help-you-do-it-better So taste-me, Try-me, Use-me-as-a-diary! I’m-the-friendly-fact-tree Bubbling in your ear. Feeling…hopeful? Need…to find Fresh new words To expand your mind? Looking for the flames To forge a new rhythm? Ask-me, Task-me, Cautiously unmask-me. I-do-everything-I’m-told And I’m always kind….
A friend of mine recently spent a weekend in Whitby, by the sea. Whilst there, they rediscovered their poetic flair, and sent me this poem. So, thank you Margaret, for your support an interest in our project. I hope you all enjoy this one. Whitby: A Seagull calls through my window before light…
