OUR SON (Barry Tebb Poems)
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
I was a good father to my people, Their houses among the terraced hills Adored God every day, grape-clusters on ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
The unsettled trees seem to share My tensions of body and mind: Unable to move before the shell of the ...
I never did fit in - at six or sixty one - I stand out in a crowd, too young ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Pulled from a life some leaves in evergreen Or dressed like fragrant crinoline draped Over shadows by di Chirico, stolen ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
From the French of Andr? Fr?naud France was born there and it is from there she sings Of Joan of ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
When my mam had to go Up north to look after gran, Margaret's mam said I could Stop with them; ...
Let us, this December night, leave the ring Of heat, the lapping flames around the fire's heart, Move with bodies ...
Empty chocolate boxes, a pillowcase with an orange at the bottom, Nuts and tinsel with its idiosyncratic rustle and brilliant ...
I You buy my freedom with your love. With every book you catalogue or stamp My imagination hacks a strand ...
for Wendy Oliver, who knew him I am the sick animal you dream you are caring for In the long ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
In sleep I dream the gratitude I know I cannot say Now you are in a latitude where palm trees ...
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