Inevitably places have changed,
where I was born looks like an alien city to me,
it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens.
The world was younger back then.
people were more dangerous yet much kinder.
We once carried books around,
we loaded cars and pushbikes
with travel books and the poetry of adventurers.
We were old enough to be piratical.
Of course the young are always dumb,
the smarter they became the dumber we got,
it's a kind of self-shackling.
I know we early comers
belong somewhere in this world,
but we abide half-hidden and liking it.
I recognize who I was and where,
however only in lost maps
once busily crisscrossed.
Maybe I am too young to forget,
it will probably get much better
as distracting rainbows turn slowly
to blancmange.
Categories:
blancmange, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Old Man, all alone
remembering his bawling baby, being sick
and of spotty girls with golden hair
daydreaming of pink blancmange and pies
Friday nights
once he was a lad full of brass
punching the sulphate air
His wrongs as horny as cover
The autumn leaves intertwine
The still sleeper
with no clocks to chime
The night ascends
broken by the screeching owl
Categories:
blancmange, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
fence with those wee thin blades
punch a lion in the face(obvs quite shortly before i die)
trip up a running giraffe
hang with a sloth
make a list of buckets
if in was in infinite
would it be in ininfinite
----------------d
----------------e
----------------k
----------------c
----------------a
-----------------r
-----------------t
follow the side
tell jokes to a star
rest my head on a cloud
see 2 sunny days in succession( fae Scotland(from Scotland))
use 2 sets of brackets in same line (??)
Use blancmange in a poem (??)
write a poem that stops
everything
Categories:
blancmange, poetry,
Form: Free verse
by staying
That is the poem
here's the ways to look at it
-is this a joke about a transaction
-is this a plea for a love lost man
-a mistreated child about his mother
-an encounter
-anybody thinking about the service desk of a hotel
Now was that the poem
what about that
wait
I've always wanted to use the word blancmange in a poem
there goes
Categories:
blancmange, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Humanity has banned swearing
i don't know what the coitus to do
Stubbed my toe
Blancmange does not seem to do the trick
The mammary gland in my work
such a coituser too
This plaster born out of wedlock
Doesn't give a phytoplanton
Manures hit the fan
Cannot understand
Nobody tries
Even beneath the gentleness of words
the truth sometimes lies
Categories:
blancmange, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Dad had left on urgent business,
something to do with a workers' dispute,
and Mum was at the next-door neighbour's
on one of her 'brief' visits.
Mary, the birthday boy's elder sister,
had just dished out the junkets.
Martin, known for his irascible fits, arrived late.
He started flicking blancmange around.
His main target was Aloysius,
though Jacob and Andreas got hit too.
At the head of the table someone looked sad,
trying to hide his tears, while smiling courageously.
Birthday boys do want their guests to be happy.
But then Calvin turned up, and started an argument.
His'dispute" with Martin soon turned vehement,
only to degenerate into a bawling match.
Girls on the sidelines started to giggle - nervously.
Karl, Jacob's distant cousin, was the last to arrive.
He said birthday parties were silly and tugged the tablecloth.
The din was hellish, enough to wake the dead.
The birthday boy shook his head and sighed.
"If only Dad and Mum were here."
The guests looked at him and grew silent,
some for shame, some in recognition,
mindful of what the birthday party was all about.
Categories:
blancmange, birthday, childhood, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
The tradition of marriage,
Bourgeois blackmail and baggage,
Is it all a bargain for men,
Is this what white weddings meant?
All the love that is lost,
And what is the ultimate cost?
A divorce court pizza,
Magistrate smirks like Mona Lisa,
Four corners, one for each,
Dog gets the crust, if it can reach,
Cats get the anchovies,
Were white weddings all for phonies?
When is the revolution?
Blancmange brides for pollution,
Bridesmaids-Little Bo Peeps on crack,
Does society cut us some slack?
We joined the bourgeoisie,
All ends in tears and hypocrisy.
Categories:
blancmange, husband, romance, romantic, society,
Form: Free verse
Viscid,
Black,
Highly spoonable.
Floating,
Submerged,
Gellid pieces.
Flotsam,
Jetsam,
Relics of life?
Putrescent,
Vaporous,
Motifs of death.
Ubiquitous,
Ignored,
Feast for vultures.
Categories:
blancmange, allegory, angst, life,
Form: I do not know?