MY PERFECT ROSE (Barry Tebb Poems)
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
Sitting in outpatients With my own minor ills Dawn's depression lifts To the lilt of amitryptilene, A double dose for ...
I stood there in front of forty-five faces The first day of term, not especially fancying "Exercises in Mechanical Arithmetic" ...
For Jeremy Reed Rejection doesn't lead me to dejection But to inspiration via irritation Or at least to a bit ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
(To Paul Sykes, author of 'Sweet Agony') He demolished five doors at a sitting And topped it off with an ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
It is time after thirty years We had our Poetry Renaissance Rise, Children of Albion, rise! It is time after ...
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
It was like chucking-out time In a rough Victorian pub Cherubic Dylan was first to go Lachrymose but with a ...
I thought of my 'faculty of poetry' As of the eye The bream or white-bait showed In its hysterical dance ...
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
I want a true history of my city FUCK THE DE LACY FAMILY AND DOUBLE FUCK JOHN OF GAUNT ESPECIALLY ...
for Wendy Oliver, who knew him I am the sick animal you dream you are caring for In the long ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
The years become you as Oxford becomes you, As you became Oxford through the protest years; From Magdalen's grey gargoyles ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
for Daniel Weissbort Some poems meant only for my eyes About a grief I can't let go But I want ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
Poems do not always satisfy the soul, The feel of cobbles underfoot is at this moment more Than all of ...
There was a hope for poetry in the sixties And for education and society, teachers free To do as they ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
Would 'any woman' find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke ...
The Poetry School, The Poetry Book Society, The Poetry Business: So much poetry about you'd think I'd want to shout, ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
Eamer o' Keefe with your tinge of brogue And Irish warmth, Daisy and Debjani With your karma and cool verse, ...
Arriving for a reading an hour too early: Ruefully, the general manager stopped putting out the chairs. "You don't get ...
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