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 ...
Barry Tebb Poems (117 Poems)
VIEW FROM THE INNER CITY (Barry Tebb Poems)
Leeds this silent solemn Sunday Tempest Road is clear of all But wistful birds, parked cars And vagrant trees. The ...
MORNING WALK (Barry Tebb Poems)
For Barbara I step off the pavement like a precipice Engage the darting sunshafts in a duel In the wall's ...
TO MY WIFE (Barry Tebb Poems)
I You buy my freedom with your love. With every book you catalogue or stamp My imagination hacks a strand ...
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, ...
POEM TO BE PLACED IN A BOTTLE AND CAST OUT TO SEA (Barry Tebb Poems)
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
CHANGE (Barry Tebb Poems)
As milled silver I was welcome In every gutter, tinkling over cobbles I rang the truth loudly on solid-oak counters ...
IN HARM’S WAY (Barry Tebb Poems)
I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day Saturday matin?es with Margaret Gardener still hold ...
ASYLUM SEEKERS (Barry Tebb Poems)
When Blunkett starts to talk like Enoch Powell I think of Harold Wilson's statue in Huddersfield Station Caught striding forward, ...
THE INNOCENT EYE (Barry Tebb Poems)
I struggled through streets of Bricked-up, boarded-up houses, Mostly burned-out, keeping To the middle of the road, Watching the abandoned ...
ON FIRST READING JOHN GOODBY’S ‘IRISH POETRY SINCE 1950’ (Barry Tebb Poems)
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
AN EVENING OF POETRY (Barry Tebb Poems)
Arriving for a reading an hour too early: Ruefully, the general manager stopped putting out the chairs. "You don't get ...
A FINE MADNESS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Any poets about or bored muses fancying a day out? Rainy, windy, cold Leeds City Station Half-way through its slow ...
PORTRAITS FROM MEMORY (Barry Tebb Poems)
I Through my bedroom window The coal carts jolted over the cobbles A slow heavy rhythm full, Light and fast ...
COMING TO TERMS WITH SCHIZOPHRENIA (Barry Tebb Poems)
Why our son, why? Every morning the same dark chorus wakes me And I wonder how I am still alive. ...
MORNINGS LIKE THIS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Mornings like this I awaken and wonder How I have moved so far, how I have moved so little And ...
TEXTURES (Barry Tebb Poems)
The grain of the exposed boards Speaks through the wall of the years We are back in our cottage On ...
WINDSONG (Barry Tebb Poems)
I drowse and dream in this sleeping house Fynbos the cat purring by the curtain Suriya the sun god sharing ...
BRIDE OF THE WIND (Barry Tebb Poems)
for Brenda Both had come with no gardener but the soul; I had myself expressed them in weariness, Like the ...
AN EVENING WITH JOHN HEATH-STUBBS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
YOU (Barry Tebb Poems)
"Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day" The words of the song in Tauber's mellifluous tenor Haunt ...
TO MARGARET, UNFORGOTTEN (Barry Tebb Poems)
Two nights I have dreamed of you Once as an adolescent, evanescent Yet tangible still to the spirit's touch, Then ...
THE PARIS COMMUNE (Barry Tebb Poems)
From the French of Andr? Fr?naud France was born there and it is from there she sings Of Joan of ...
SUMMER WITH MARGARET (Barry Tebb Poems)
When my mam had to go Up north to look after gran, Margaret's mam said I could Stop with them; ...
TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER (Barry Tebb Poems)
This is one spring you will not see. The fifty roses of your spray Smelt soft across that February day ...
CONSTRUCTIONS/RECONSTRUCTIONS (Barry Tebb Poems)
I Living in a land Where only the dying correspond I am borne on the wings of love II I ...
JAMES SIMMONS R.I.P. (Barry Tebb Poems)
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
SUMMER FEVER (Barry Tebb Poems)
The unsettled trees seem to share My tensions of body and mind: Unable to move before the shell of the ...
UPON BEING ASKED WHY I AM NOT WRITING (Barry Tebb Poems)
Too much gone wrong - No Muse, no song. (Barry Tebb)
AUBADE (Barry Tebb Poems)
Dawn's my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still ...