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| The New Transport for the Wandering Poet? |
With each of these nom-de-plumes, he dons a
white coat and stethoscope and carries a manual, clickity-clackity typewriter
on which he makes two copies of each poem. He is happy to utilise your own pc and printer if you'd
prefer your poetry more digitally enhanced!
He has worked for Skegness SO Festival,
Stainsby Folk Festival, Bathing
Beauties, Transported and Festival
of the Mind (Sheffield). He
has been Dr Lurve for Nottinghamhsire County Council Library Service and Derby
Museum and Gallery. Examples of
his work can be forwarded if you'd like to see a sample.Recently added are poems from the Nottingham Telling Tales Festival in Lady Bay, Nottingham, followed closely by others (starting with 'soul's whisper'). Remember, each one individual and reflects the information given.
Lady Bay Arts Festival 2014, spent at a pub, creating poems for those dropping by.
Themes ranged widely, as you can see.
the truth about cookies
cookie kurck - cookie yum
cookie dough wthin my tum
pink and green - blue not red
the biggest cookie - there i've said
and strawberry and banana too
how were you made? now tell the truth
lost
so tell me - tell me - can i climb a tree?
we're lost in the woods - in purple and
green
we're all chocolate and ice cream - dens in
the mud
but perhaps we're stuck - stuck here for
good!
the owls are a hooting - the wolves give a
howl
we're looking for ways out - yikes! then there's a growl
aaaargh!
oranges huh?
someone's tunred into a book
turn the pages - have a look
black and white within the pages
sweetness going on for ages
which one's which and what one's what?
who thinks i can't rhyme with oranges -
huh?
hop it
so hop it now - explore the grass
find the carrots is all we ask
holly leaves and broccolli too
energetic - ultra-cute
listen for the sneeze and feets
our two rabbits - here for keeps
pop in
we're in the red and full of quirk
we're robotic here - we love our work
so come inside and have a hig
coffee comes in cups and mugs
so power pen - big up our pub
try a pint (and taste our grub)
the humour of eating horses
so it's most uncivil - this civil war
eating horses - death by scores
axes chopping - blood and sweat
most uncivil war you'll get
o parliament - what did you say?
i mentioned the king
the
siege
and
cromwell
have a nice day!
forty zebras
four tens years - that's data speak
(seven days - that makes your week)
you're zebra rhymed and wearing black
firm and thorough - got the knack
and ten times four - your birthday then
what dreams you wish - we wish again
the monkey's chips
someone's burping - i know who
postman pat - well that's your clue
who's his favourite? chips or dad?
he'll have both (that can't be bad!)
up and down the monkey goes
reaching upwards on his toes
daddy or chips - chips or dad?
both are great - can't be bad
salmon walking
ach aye the noo - and hairy too
half in scottish - white on blue
beat the drums for stubble then
salmon steaks - ten out of ten
chill out dad - time for rambles
through the heather (ouch - the brambles)
half in scottish - white on blue
ach aye the noo - and hairy too
swallowing a bomb
the poor old snail - that slimes and
squelches
(we think of trails - we think of belches)
the poor old snail has swallowed a bomb
but poor old snail slimes on and on and on
and on
and then
KABOOM
(poor old snail)
