THREE SONGS FOR MAYDAY MORNING (Barry Tebb Poems)
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
Barry Tebb Poems (117 Poems)
SCHOOL SMELL (Barry Tebb Poems)
Composed of chalk dust, Pencil shavings and The sharp odour Of stale urine; It meets me now and then Creeping ...
THE FIRST MONTH OF THE YEAR (Barry Tebb Poems)
A page of the 'Kelmscott' Chaucer Seen through out cottage window When the Pennines were blind with snow Flurrying round ...
LAMENT (Barry Tebb Poems)
How I loathe this land of my exile, Concrete upon concrete, Steel upon steel, Glass upon glass In massed battalions ...
INCOMPATABILITIES (Barry Tebb Poems)
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
WAITING (Barry Tebb Poems)
I am waiting for the sky to flower Like poems in a winter mind: And yet they come, maybe trailing ...
Bridge Over The Aire Book 5 (Barry Tebb Poems)
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
TO THE SOUND OF VIOLINS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
WANTS POEMS AND HAS NEVER REJECTED ANYONE (Barry Tebb Poems)
Eamer o' Keefe with your tinge of brogue And Irish warmth, Daisy and Debjani With your karma and cool verse, ...
UNCLE BOB (Barry Tebb Poems)
Shell-shocked from Korea A grenade that left him The platoon's only survivor, Put him in Stanley Royd For thirty years. ...
WINTERLIGHT (Barry Tebb Poems)
Let us, this December night, leave the ring Of heat, the lapping flames around the fire's heart, Move with bodies ...
THE ROAD TO HAWORTH MOOR (Barry Tebb Poems)
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
TO DAISY ABEY (Barry Tebb Poems)
In sleep I dream the gratitude I know I cannot say Now you are in a latitude where palm trees ...
WAKING (Barry Tebb Poems)
Wires toss in the wind, shrubs flap And the tap on windows wakes us To March's mistral madness: I see ...
Bridge Over The Aire Book 6 (Barry Tebb Poems)
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
MARGINALIA (Barry Tebb Poems)
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
TEXTPOEM (Barry Tebb Poems)
Yellow rapeseed Fields of vision Whiter than A shade of pale. (Barry Tebb)
A MEETING WITH THE PRINCESS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Just a family get-together in a terrace house in Bradford High tea with a few stuffy aunts I hadn't seen ...
LEFTOVERS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Empty chocolate boxes, a pillowcase with an orange at the bottom, Nuts and tinsel with its idiosyncratic rustle and brilliant ...
A HOPE FOR POETRY: REMEMBERING THE SIXTIES (Barry Tebb Poems)
There was a hope for poetry in the sixties And for education and society, teachers free To do as they ...
APOLOGIES FOR ABSENCE (Barry Tebb Poems)
Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket) I can't make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit. Sorry Brenda ...
LETTER I (Barry Tebb Poems)
Go seek Prince Charming in another place, His is one face I shall not wear again You would not have ...
INFAMOUS POET (Barry Tebb Poems)
I never did fit in - at six or sixty one - I stand out in a crowd, too young ...
LETTERS TO FRIENDS (Barry Tebb Poems)
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
WYTHER PARK SCHOOL LEEDS FIVE (Barry Tebb Poems)
I stood there in front of forty-five faces The first day of term, not especially fancying "Exercises in Mechanical Arithmetic" ...
A CALL TO ARMS (Barry Tebb Poems)
It was like chucking-out time In a rough Victorian pub Cherubic Dylan was first to go Lachrymose but with a ...
THE LAST DAY OF ANOTHER HOME HOLIDAY (Barry Tebb Poems)
I sat on a low stone wall Watching the blue blood of the azaleas Spatter on Haworth's cobbles. A seamless ...
NEW YEAR POEM (Barry Tebb Poems)
For Jeremy Reed Rejection doesn't lead me to dejection But to inspiration via irritation Or at least to a bit ...
FACES IN A CROWD (Barry Tebb Poems)
The women are all wearing imitation silk scarves, Blackpool or Biarritz, sipping Woman, masticating The morning's post, new babies and ...
PULLED FROM A LIFE SOME LEAVES (Barry Tebb Poems)
Pulled from a life some leaves in evergreen Or dressed like fragrant crinoline draped Over shadows by di Chirico, stolen ...