Posts Tagged by Katie Maloney
Poetry of the week – reality and illusion
| August 29, 2011 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
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Body Language The bridge is full, there’s no alarm For me at the elbow of one crooked arm My figure’s digested by cast-iron bones, Unseen by tides of corporate clones. It’s skeletal rust that holds me seated, As skeletal cars drive by, I feel cheated Of one final reflex, my last nervous pulse To give back to the world (which has proven me false) A foot in the arsehole in making a show But no concerned fingers reach out from below With the throb of the traffic, the bridge seems to sigh And I spit in its face, to jump, fall, and fly? By Hannah Robinson Our World You’re in your lounge, feet on the floor Shoulders to the… more
Poetry of the week – limericks
| August 22, 2011 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
There once were some Quakers from Ealing Who didn’t find riots appealing They countered the violence With periods of silence Much better than looting or stealing By Jamie Green There once was a lizard called Sprite Whose skin was all shiny and white They said “How’d you do it?” He said, “I shampoo it, and blow dry it till it’s just right!” By Ellie Brierley There once was a man from Vancouver Who wanted to marry a hoover On his wedding night He was in for a fright “Cor blimey! She clean blew me o-over!” By Georgie Tindale There once was a man from Japan Whose limericks just wouldn’t scan When his friends told him so, He replied,… more
Poetry of the week – contrasts
| August 15, 2011 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Broken Sun I am the darkness that envelopes you. I fold my letter neatly, tuck it firmly inside, Before resolve’s forgotten, sending off into the light, To salted sunshine and air that weighs heavier on your lungs. I’ll sit in my frozen darkness, unmoving as I write lies to try to fix The blinding truth, that hurt your eyes and scorched your mind, That tore your insides and made you cough until you were dry. I alone knew the truth, I, lonely, kept it from you, Waiting for the cover of my darkness, to enlighten you. Now I’m struggling to mend your shining soul with my dark silken lies, Silken ties that only pull you closer, as I try not… more
Poetry of the week – origins and beginnings
| August 1, 2011 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
“Start at the Very Start.” “Since the beginning of time, there’s been a word for the lie, That the sprites tell the ghosts as they wisp on by, Since the start of the ‘verse, the wind let out a sigh; Every time men told the tale of the bee. Since the bloss’ming of the sun there’s been no time left to read, Which was down to the size of wise king’s great need… Since the birth of the Earth, t’was a sound of a steed-” When the Children. Stumbled. In. “Since the budding of beasts, it’s all been left to chance, If they build a fire ‘fore their two-left-footed dance. Since the dawn of men, it’s been the wide expanse-… more
