A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
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A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
1M ago
When fearing curses dominate verses
and pure coincidence leads to waking dreams of waving friends ignoring passing hearses
with odds in favour of things going well
and mouthless spirits gagged from spinning their dark spell,
that little voice in your head
asks ‘But am I that jinxed to be voodoo chicken led?’
When going mad and being reckless
with bottles pouring out their medicine poisonous
joining in the drinking and daring yourself to dive
in at the deep end of red water as you burp out speaking speech bubbles live
that little voice in your head
eggs you on to repeat what you just foolishly ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
1M ago
As social media mimic philosophers
write ‘life’s not a rehearsal’
which extras put a like for, while doing
the same thing every day eternal
flash car deep thinkers
wear fashionable hundred dollar bill suits,
and second hand beggar cat walkers
rub together coppers like perfect poverty beauts.
Meanwhile, hairdressers, famed for
idle chat shop talk,
go on strike deep in thought,
as their sitting waiting mirror-gazing customers
mull over their greying hair experience
they might have swept away to nought.
Aging over thinkers turning sixty
wonder how the years went by so quickly
while those living l ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
2M ago
The sea turned to turquoise from grey.
When my memory lapsed, I remembered what I was here for.
The rain fell like a rainbow that had missed out on people who couldn’t stay.
People who were in
as you knocked
but who hid behind their door.
All those excuses to keep horizons in the distance behind lenses double-thick.
Smoking behind the bike sheds.
Authority’s gonna come down on you like a ton of bricks.
You never went for it 100% and your tongue’s gonna chop off your empty heads ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
3M ago
Day dream out the window.
Watch birds perch on trees.
See sums mathematically disappear
and photographic figures historically freeze.
Watch your parents come back to life
and days miraculously dawn.
See your diary mundanely return
to the day you were born.
Watch glasses drink up bar tenders
pouring down their throat benders.
See calendars for decades to come
and chew predictions like weather forecast gum.
As bad kids get told off for telling it as it is
and good teachers tell them off for making it show biz,
day dream out the window
and muck about making up a god that might last ‘til tomorrow ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
3M ago
Happy new year to everyone dear
whose names belong to your alphabet song:
To A and H, J and K, B and C, D and E,G,P, T and V.
F and L, M and N, S, and X and Z, W,Q,and U, R,I,Y and O.
Play them on your own pirate station radio.
Start the next 365 days with good intentions
and peace pixel resolutions:
No more missiles. No more missing files.
No more money mad Machiavellians.
No more limp lessons to learn lessons.
Now, come on, holy brand names
and vote can-stuffing X canvassing psychos,
behave and put a lid on it.
Let’s listen to our pirate radios and sing together a bit.
Happy new year me hear ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
3M ago
The Cotton Club
All the greatest there
from Billie to Dizzie
to Fats and Nat
to Ethel and Count Basie.
The chosen few there all ears
for jazz in its golden age.
Smoke veering with voices
and music crackling from an old vinyl stage.
But this isn’t about that
or those undisputed cool cats.
It’s not so upbeat
with clicking fingers or tapping feet.
This Cotton Club is different
where ears are kept in a cotton wool box.
A museum of air waves
where voices waft off.
When people don’t really listen.
When they can’t fix their hearing aid while it’s going wrong.
When it’s easier to circle round
and drow ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
3M ago
Poetry Archive Now Wordview 2023 Winners
Congrats to the winners this year!
I entered with ‘Mannequin Street’ and you can find the video there on Poetry Archive website ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
6M ago
Rock ‘n’ roll is about having fun.
If you keep yourself in one piece to live long enough, well done!
Parents told off by their children for pretending to be happily married at a local fair.
Morris dancers from Ipswich in a square.
Drop-out students, apart from one, flunk ‘Psychedelia; the rock-social revolution of the 1960s”
as they get pissed and take the piss out of hippies.
Moos and boos and baas and aaaahhs!
Don’t worry ’bout us; we’ll vote and cuss, but thank your lucky stars
we’re as revolutionary as our prospects are bright
being kept in the dark in soundproof drawers.
As trapped miners ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
6M ago
We all die and the only thing not to know is how:
Some ‘cos they eat too much cow.
Some ‘cos they smoke.
Some ‘cos they don’t joke.
We all go to the undertakers:
Some ‘cos they’re unlucky overtakers.
Some ‘cos they’re sinking death rowers.
Some ‘cos they’re drowning maritime blowers.
We all get our card marked and have to punch it:
Some ‘cos they get sick.
Some ‘cos they’re alcoholic.
Some ‘cos they give up the ghost and the spirit.
We all curl up our tootsies and push up daisies:
Some ‘cos they freeze.
Some ‘cos they wheeze.
Some ‘cos they’re 1352-plagued with a sneeze.
We all kick the bucket ..read more
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
6M ago
Well, there was the boredom
and the someday to someday humdrum
and the pointless points and the listless lists
and the what what matters? and the what does not.
Those who never go to prison but end their days in jail
who never shed a tear but tend to bawl and wail
who can’t ever do what everybody does
who’ll never ever be whoever ever was.
So, looking at the world across a meaningless moat,
it was as near as pen to paper as sometime someone wrote
just a little something and a little scribbled note
which somewhere got stuck in somebody’s throat ..read more