Friday, 15 January 2021

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE

 


The Mad Emperor Across the Water continues to break records even in his twilight days, though being impeached a second time is nothing to be proud of, but nothing else in his tenure has been either...

Since the start of the pandemic there have been at least five, sometimes seven, cruise liners at anchor either in Lyme Bay or Tor Bay. They are both a spectacular and a sad sight. I cannot help but think of the people who staff these empty, floating hotels and how they would probably like to be back at home with their families.

This poem is not about the ships. 

Wallshill summer 2020

the three of them

stop

by the wire fence

by the flowers

by the memories


by the sign that reads

danger crumbling cliffs


the other side is all space

and sea and rocks

they take in the parked cruise ship

waiting it out in Lyme Bay


the views are amazing he tells them

you only live once

doesn’t matter if you die


and like the gentleman he is

he parts the wires

so they can limbo through


I would like to stress that the people in the top photograph are nothing to do with the poem. I have used it because I like the composition and I would like to thank them.

This second poem is from an email, it relates to a project I was involved in some time back. When I read the email I thought it was a poem in itself, a found poem. 

Directive


If you could gather some poems

filter down to three max

pick some very different topics

our audience has limited interest

war, mental health and feminism

are all hot topics at the mo

or, maybe one that is,

uniquely Marjons- that could fly!

I love the enthusiasm of the narrator and their take on the world...

I have been listening a lot to Untitled [Black is] by Sault. A superb album. Here is Widlfires.

Until next time.

Friday, 8 January 2021

AND FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE

 


I have to admit that I did not expect the Mad Emperor Across the Water on Wednesday to incite his deluded believers into such an illegal action. As I watched the insurrection and the police's initial reaction, I could not help but think how different their response would have been if the people demonstrating had not been white...

Here's to sanity and the rule of law.

Now a poem about trainers. I make no great claims to know anything about trainers. It was inspired by something I once saw.

Best Foot Forward


Sat at the back of the lecture

he decides to invest in his future,

scrolls down the screen

but which colour?

Ponders

selects the green


Up the front a woman talks

sketching maps to a happy future,

suggestions fly over his head.


To take advantage of the unique offer

he must pay for his trainers now

and will continue to do so

for the rest of his life.

This is a rather simple poem. It reveals its secrets on the first reading. It was written quickly and left for over a year as I was unsatisfied with it. I couldn't get the middle right. Looking at it again, it was easier to see the faults and correct them.

Here's Khruangbin and Leon Bridges with Texas Sun. The song is lovely sadly the same cannot be said for the state's senator...

Until next time.