said the mountaineer,
condescending,
— It's easy —
provided you remember —
don't look down
— said I —
that's all very well
while ascending
but what about
when you are coming down?
© Gerald England
Composed: Gee Cross, 9th October 1996
Publications
1999 Psychopoetica (UK)
2000 EOTU (Internet)
Showing posts with label Psychopoetica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psychopoetica. Show all posts
Sunday, 3 July 2011
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
In The Spirit
IN THE SPIRIT
all writers know that
to conform to the spirit
is appropriate
represented here
because they become confused
they are breaking them
it's stimulating
writers find themselves perplexed
when not wearing bras
know the impact of
his unwholesome giggle can
truly understand
the naive led to
nowhere and related forms
are condemned to sneer
if everything worked
the sea and poetic forms
are not monuments
in the painted steel
you ignored all my warnings
wanted Mona Lisa
I WON'T BE CALLED WORDS
poetic forms are given you
for broadcasting here
the vanishing point
writing that it is data
stimulating her
work which happens to
a position of the page
is like flattery
the discarding of
the picture on the north shore
pretends to writing
poetic message
in THE ART OF POETRY
is irrational
poetic margins
constantly loom to fly
however boiling
dearly beloved
submit poems but never a
position of bread
she said it should be
mutual recreation
of the marginal
all eager for such
writers in the form they can
easily be grand
Joyce's writing and
past glories of ignorance
form a bitter tear
creating impact
in critical decorum
it is not a rock
moving ignorance
in three lines don't establish
aesthetic appeal
with writers of strength
not one listens to used metre
to hell with the words
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Gee Cross, 6th September 1992
Publications
1993 POETRY (Bluffton, International Writers and Artists Association)
1994 POEMS ABOUT POETRY (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1998 Snakeskin (Internet)
all writers know that
to conform to the spirit
is appropriate
represented here
because they become confused
they are breaking them
it's stimulating
writers find themselves perplexed
when not wearing bras
know the impact of
his unwholesome giggle can
truly understand
the naive led to
nowhere and related forms
are condemned to sneer
if everything worked
the sea and poetic forms
are not monuments
in the painted steel
you ignored all my warnings
wanted Mona Lisa
I WON'T BE CALLED WORDS
poetic forms are given you
for broadcasting here
the vanishing point
writing that it is data
stimulating her
work which happens to
a position of the page
is like flattery
the discarding of
the picture on the north shore
pretends to writing
poetic message
in THE ART OF POETRY
is irrational
poetic margins
constantly loom to fly
however boiling
dearly beloved
submit poems but never a
position of bread
she said it should be
mutual recreation
of the marginal
all eager for such
writers in the form they can
easily be grand
Joyce's writing and
past glories of ignorance
form a bitter tear
creating impact
in critical decorum
it is not a rock
moving ignorance
in three lines don't establish
aesthetic appeal
with writers of strength
not one listens to used metre
to hell with the words
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Gee Cross, 6th September 1992
Publications
1993 POETRY (Bluffton, International Writers and Artists Association)
1994 POEMS ABOUT POETRY (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1998 Snakeskin (Internet)
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Not a Haiku
NOT A HAIKU
the simple writing
of seventeen syllables
doth not haiku make
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Gee Cross, 2nd February 1990
Publications
1992 THE ART OF HAIKU (Hyde, New Hope International)
1994 POEMS ABOUT POETRY (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1997 The Haiku Archive (Internet)
2000 MIR (USA)
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Baby's Smile
BABY'S SMILE
Composed: Ashton under Lyne, 1st May 1981
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION
(Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1988 Psychopoetica (UK)
1998 Brobdingnagian Times (Ireland)
Lain content across my chest,© GERALD ENGLAND
my eyes reflected in your blue,
an emptied bottle by our side,
you tell me all I need to know.
A baby does not smile -
those spinster midwives say -
it is merely wind that on expulsion
causes an involuntary upturn of the lips
and only by evoking a response
does the infant come to realise
the possible pleasures of repetition
and his world builds up by recognition.
Yet as we lie here, skin to skin,
you commence the conversation -
having the answer, I do not ask -
is love but the perpetuation of a burp ?
Composed: Ashton under Lyne, 1st May 1981
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION
(Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1988 Psychopoetica (UK)
1998 Brobdingnagian Times (Ireland)
Saturday, 2 October 2010
The Poetic Thing
THE POETIC THING
Composed: Flamborough North Landing, 9th June 1978
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION (Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1999 The Affiliate (Canada)
1990 YOUNG MINDS (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1990 2nd Rapture (UK)
1990 Lucidity (USA)
1993 Pomes (UK)
I would like to do the poetic thing© Gerald England
I would like to run naked into the sea
A symbolic cleansing of my filthy body
An act of simple ritual and pious purity
But I am afraid
Not of the devils of the deep
I cannot do it
for if I do
the law will nick me, lock me up
charge me with indecent exposure
And if I escape the law
the cold will get me,
lay me down in hospital
with double pneumonia
So I merely wash my hands
buy a peace offering
of fish and chips
and go home
Composed: Flamborough North Landing, 9th June 1978
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION (Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1999 The Affiliate (Canada)
1990 YOUNG MINDS (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1990 2nd Rapture (UK)
1990 Lucidity (USA)
1993 Pomes (UK)
Friday, 1 October 2010
Haunted
HAUNTED
"The day that the rains came down"© Gerald England
This is the melody that has haunted me
since we first together to Bury went
I had hared over the Snake to see you
with just another weekend's courting on my mind
You asked me to take you to Bury via country lanes
It rained so hard I think I might have been drunk on the outside
The water fell flop flop from our coats
forming deep puddles in the thick pile carpet
of the jeweller's shop where a month's wage
disappeared in a diamond ring
We were engaged before I really knew
Everyone else was rushing round dodging between doorways
while we in a dream walked wet but not weary
Once we visited Bury in a warm October sun
buying clothes for our daughter
the day before she died
Our years of happy marriage don't rely on the sunshine
for it is the rain that has haunted the memory
Composed: Bridlington, 6th June 1978
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION (Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1986 White Rose (UK)
1995 REMEMBERING FORGETTING (Hull, Psychopoetica)
Monday, 17 May 2010
My Happiness
MY HAPPINESS
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Ackworth, 1st August 1966
Publications
1971 YORKSHIRE POETS '71 (Sheffield, Grove Publications)
1972 Numquam Mens (UK)
1986 Psychopoetica (UK)
For the past few days
I've been feeling happy
but I'm unhappy
in my happiness
because
I don't know why I'm happy
and anyway
I know
from past experience
that my happiness
will not last,
that soon
something will happen
to make me unhappy
I would be waiting
all the time
for something to happen
to bring me out of my happiness
and make me unhappy
I wish that that something
whatever it is
would happen
and make me unhappy
for I'd know
from past experience
that my unhappiness
would not last
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Ackworth, 1st August 1966
Publications
1971 YORKSHIRE POETS '71 (Sheffield, Grove Publications)
1972 Numquam Mens (UK)
1986 Psychopoetica (UK)
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Little Boy Not Lost
LITTLE BOY, NOT LOST
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Ackworth, 1st June 1966
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION (Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1984 Britannic Magazine (UK)
1989 YOUNG MINDS (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1997 Tara's Poetry Page (Internet)
Little boy, on the seashore,
little boy, digging a hole in the sand,
do you know about more
than what is in your hand ?
Little boy, digging a hole,
little boy, running to the sea,
do you know your goal
is something that can never be ?
Little boy, filling your bucket,
little boy, running to and fro,
have you seen the big wide net
which will not let you go ?
Little boy, trying to entrap the sea
in one small hole in the ground,
what is it you can see ?
Where is it you are bound ?
Oh, little boy, my little boy,
how foolish, yet how wise,
to treat the ocean as your toy
and never listen to its cries.
Little boy, you cannot trap the ocean,
for it will leak away unseen,
and then, little boy, and then,
only you will ever know it's been.
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Ackworth, 1st June 1966
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION (Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1984 Britannic Magazine (UK)
1989 YOUNG MINDS (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1997 Tara's Poetry Page (Internet)
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