Category Archives: Poetry

in time

concrete, glass and steel
put up lights, tie off with bow
still steel, glass, concrete

~

n.b. People raising glasses to Christmas on 2nd December, leaving just eleven months of the year festive free. I don’t see or hear this much propaganda about any other belief system, other than Free Market ideology, obviously.

CLP 04/12/2022

on time

Friday evening rush
eyes seek out welcome embrace
nothing else matters

~

CLP 03/12/2022

on time

don't know about you
I have some work tomorrow
moon slides into bed

~

CLP 02/12/2022

on time

stand up, cut the knot
nothing is worth so much hurt
walk on, start again

~

n.b. Life’s too short to wait for everyone to move on.

CLP 02/12/2022

on time

callers would call by
she wanted no ties
a younger man would love her
then think she was his

you can call by, she'd say
whenever you want
but I only have callers
no one owns me

then she met him
with his travelling guitar
his once fair long hair
had long since gone grey

the twinkle he carried
in his guitar case
attracted young women
no strings attached

the two of them met
she said something clicked
she, a bar woman
he, guitar man

callers went packing
young women sent back
these two had four years
before slowly he died

four years of true loving
was what they had
the love of her life
she was grateful for that

~

n.b. Everyone has a story. I heard this one recently. Deeply moved by it, I was.

CLP 01/12/2022

on time

She knows what she wants
She's learning how to get it

It's not his job to tell her
Not his job to show her

If he does, what will he learn?
What will he lose?

~

CLP 30/11/2022

on Ukraine

heart of ice
winter cannot be colder
rain made of metal

~

CLP 30/11/2022

on time

swimming in rivers
heart shakes, shock of cold water
alive, alive, oh!

~

n.b. For The Broads of the Broads, wild swimmers.

CLP 30/11/2022

on time

you, obviously
in such a rush to undress
I found a button

~

CLP 30/11/2022

on Ukraine

man angry after
the great humilation
no one must mock him

~

n.b. It was his, then he lost it, so he smashes it. No one can enjoy Kherson, if he cannot. Man, or toddler?

Moscow, you are proud to be led by such a creature?

CLP 29/11/2022