Hail My hands know the sadness of rock, of unfinished lines and rough sides tapering to sharpness. The shape of solitude, turning. Now the stones fall as water, a woman lets down her hair and laugh…
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.debate.
so much to talk about. the news is all debate this morning. yet. those words will not help folk in aleppo. you who watched live, was it even mentioned? aleppo bla…
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Frankensteen matters to me.
Frankensteen matters to me.
Lowes 570 Second Avenue
A dollar cinema
All day in air conditioning
A cinch for elderly citizens
The bill of the day
Young Frankensteen
Outside the air was green
An electric storm was brewing
In the darkness
I lay back and watched
Old people holding meetings
While the screen roared
With a Hollywood storm
Black and white lightning flashing
And that rumble of thunder
Outside same thing was happening
The two merged a sheet of rain
Fell from the ceiling
Sending old people scuttling up the aisles
Meanwhile Gene Wilder’s eyes
Wide open
Reflected the scene inside.
A tribute to a nice man.
RAC
Walls-Muriau
Walls
Muriau
Walls are like scars Some are easily seen
Some walls that are Invisible to you and me
Scars like walls almost Invisible even to the keen eyed
Some scars are like walls So easily seen
Then there are those walls Others like to build
To prevent themselves From seeing scars
From feeling
So we build high walls To protect ourselves
But protect us From what exactly
Ourselves? Everyone?
Them?
Us?
We?
Walls are like scars Some don’t want to see
Walls that block Out all feeling
Walls that stop Us becoming involved
Walls that need To come down
So that scars can heal And stop more harm
To ourselves. To everyone.
Them
Us
We.
Some scars never heal While there are walls
That stops us From healing.
Stop us from hearing Ourselves!
Stop us from seeing Ourselves!
Walls keep
Us
Apart
Emergency Exit by Des Mannay
Alone All one A loan All gone Allies Allay Always All lies All day Allot All done Alive All run All lost End it! “‘Emergency Exit’ is a poetic suicide note. The sparseness and rep…
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Lament for the girl of the Morning Sea by Rob Cullen
A premonition of merciful peace has emerged In the morning of this day. And as if in agreement Your hand opens to the waves. In a movement of gratitude, A moment of quiet acceptance. I have heard y…
Source: Lament for the girl of the Morning Sea by Rob Cullen
Lament for the girl of the morning sea
Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.
A premonition of merciful peace has emerged
In the morning of this day.
And as if in agreement
Your hand opens to the waves.
In a movement of gratitude,
A moment of quiet acceptance.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests,
Rise, rise from your depths
Rid me of all pain
I am alone wash over me.
In this bright early hour
You are at once transformed.
Peace adorns you,
Rests on your face.
I have seen you whisper
To the open sky
Touch me, cleanse me
Rid me of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your hair hangs tangled
Stiffly on your eyes,
Green-water droplets
Trickle to your lips.
Your fingers grasp
The waters edge.
The shoreline pierces you,
Welcomes you, calls to you.
I am alone wash over me.
And you lying unseen
A curved silken spine
Broken by spite
The savagery of indifference
And the brutality
Of unmourned death
Move without moving.
Knowing nothing, knowing nothing
In your quiet sadness.
I am alone wash over me.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests’
Rise from your depths
Rise from your submerged stillness.
I have heard you sing
To the open sky,
Touch me, cleanse me,
Rid me of all pain,
Rid mew of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your mother cries for you in her silence
And mourns for another in her isolation.
I am alone wash over me.
Published in “Uncertain Times” Octavo Press 2016.
Lest we forget!
On Air.
Photo post by @lemanshots.
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Book Launch Octavo’s Cardiff.
The book launch at Octavo’s was a great night. I want to thank Mike Jenkins of the Red Poets, Suzanne Iuppa poet and Rhys poet for their readings and support. Also Cara Cullen my daughter poet and songstress and Fiona Cullen my wife and magnificent singer for their musical contribution and support.
Suzanne Iuppa’s reading of my poem “Lament for the girl of the morning Sea” will stay with me for a long time.
Last but not least a big thank you to the listeners!
It was a grand party!
Celfypridd 