Archive for ‘Geoff’

September 5, 2014

Snow

by TanGental

I wake to a muffled world

where the curtains shine with a sepia tint.

Somewhere, I hear a faint rustle of ticker tape,

falling in drifts.

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August 14, 2014

Homeless

by TanGental

He lies on a bench, face like a tomato

Whiskery, grey, breathing staccato;

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July 28, 2014

A sonnet for the Commonwealth Games – rugby sevens

by TanGental

Ibrox is a gladiatorial bowl,

all edges and bricks and hard flat lines;

No feminine touch to gladden the soul.

Sport is no joke; to laugh is a crime.

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July 22, 2014

The joy of flight

by TanGental

Somehow the sense of entrapment

Is increased by the narrowness:

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July 13, 2014

PISSARRO FOUND POETRY IN THE CABBAGE

by TanGental

If you listen to the fashionistas of the modern culinary arts,

When they describe perfect roasts or sumptuous lemon tarts,

You’ll hear their words of praise for all those fruits and meat

And how to meld their flavours, comingling savoury with sweet.

 

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July 7, 2014

Airport Security

by TanGental

It’s a melee,
Complete chaos.
Zones
And screens
And codes
And people.

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July 5, 2014

Repeating mistakes

by TanGental

Poetry challenge: Lanturne poem.

War

Trenches

Exhaustion

Armistice

War

July 1, 2014

A Michelin starred marriage: the recipe for success

by TanGental

First a pair of eyes:

blue and soft,

like ripe summer fruit

full of sweet promise,

juicy and illicit.

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June 27, 2014

Careless?

by TanGental

She looks at me, just so,

Eyebrows moving up and down

Her shoulders just down.

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June 26, 2014

Hand-me-down (a sonnet)

by Harry

 
Still wet from the womb, she flapped a fat hand,
A mindless hello that captured my soul.
Older, unsteady, like a day old foal,
She gripped me so tight, determined to stand.
She didn’t let go till the first day at school;
Then she wept as I forced her fingers apart.

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June 26, 2014

Pantoun – tragedy in the delivery room

by TanGental

The hand that grips is senseless

Cruel fingers doing her bidding

Blank eyes wide open on her soul

Squeezing life out of my hand.

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June 24, 2014

Only skin deep (after Sonnet 130)

by TanGental

The azure of the wide Pacific seas
Has depth, unlike your bland insipid eyes.
A dancer’s legs are shaped by art to please
But yours are not for show, they need disguise.

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June 23, 2014

Hand me down

by TanGental

Still wet from the womb, she flapped a fat hand,
A mindless hello that captured my soul.
Older, unsteady, like a day old foal,
She gripped me so tight, determined to stand.

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