It seems that a lot of poetry I have been reading recently goes to enormous lengths to describe a moment or series of moments between two people or a place and a person or people and that this might be an area worthy of some further thought. Place is… people are… I think that aContinue reading “To F… by Edgar Allen Poe – An Analysis of Place”
furniture. Here is another poem called. To Put It There To put it there, of course. Why else would I want it? To open and close? Nobody knows why I need it and Nobody cares I just want to put it there. A Watkins Nov. 2017
Ted Hughes Properly With a degree in ancient language and philosophy And A Wife Named Sylvia But Carol Anne Duffy Energy Drinks have come and their work had done Lollipop girl, Andrew Motion, This other world, silly described Down South, in London like all you need do is to pay the fare and you can beContinue reading “So I want to be”
The little path to greatness is a MarioWorld of jumps, power-ups (with awesome sound effects)and mushrooms No. It is made of God and prayer, Luck and judgement, Hard work and toil sunshine and bad weather It’s a walk through the wood that leads to a mountain path that leads to the chariots of the gods.Continue reading “The little path to greatness”
If I go with what is found Will I be grounded on the ground and speaking directly to you? Or will my big screen just glow and my head shrink as I work out how to make you follow? ©Andrew Mark Watkins 2016
1234,1234,1234,1234 Trumpet blares bass drum kicks and the seats at the front allow no hiding. Polite treats combine with platitudes and sherry and middle England’s Barrow of Sorrow, brought up from the allotment where beer waters beetroot and wine shallots. I forget my plate is made of paper and it crumples in my hand showeringContinue reading “Death March”
y’Know I’m an artist with my words and I know you’re be doing turds with the moves that I got movin’ and the message I got groovin’ baby yeah!
Versace, Pepe, Levis, Marks and Spencer. You get the picture you don’t need MENSA While I am standing here naked. Don’t call my bluff, Call my buff!
In the giant pigsty in the sky I have a bottle of whisky and a bottle of coke In the campsite, that is your heart Somewhere I’d like to stay and maybe Start a revolution and witness evolution and the fall of man. Sparkles shine all around shackles to our hearts bird souls flitting betweenContinue reading “Custody of A Soul”
David Dewar, I wish I knew yer I am sitting at home all alone in front of my computer Oh, David Dewar, I wish I knew yer. You could read my palms for me, then you could read me the psalms in correct order David Dewar, I wish I knew ya City are playing and myContinue reading “David Dewar”