Barry Tebb Poems on God (5 Poems)

TO LEEDS BIG ISSUE SELLERS (Barry Tebb Poems)

When I come from the Smoke to visit my son on the ward I see you everywhere: by the station, by the neon sign of ‘Squares’ By every shopping mall. Leeds seems to have more of you than anywhere: How … Continue reading →

THE SINGING SCHOOL (Barry Tebb Poems)

The Poetry School, The Poetry Book Society, The Poetry Business: So much poetry about you’d think I’d want to shout, “Hurray, hurray, Every day’s Poetry Day!” but I don’t and you don’t either- You know its flim-flam on the ether, … Continue reading →

Bridge Over The Aire Book 1 (Barry Tebb Poems)

AGAINST THE GRAIN “Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite.” – William Dawson of Hackney, Nov.7th 1704 “The repressed becomes the poem” Louise Bogan 1 Well it’s Friday the thirteenth So I’d … Continue reading →

Bridge Over The Aire Book 3 (Barry Tebb Poems)

THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart in two Shall I forget you? Shall I forget you? I am the mad poet first love You never got … Continue reading →

Bridge Over The Aire Book 4 (Barry Tebb Poems)

THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the first time Leaded domes of minarets in Kirkgate Market, the onion-dome of Ellerby Lane School, the lands of my childhood … Continue reading →