adjectives 'verboten poetry'
just say what you see*
Categories:
hulme, poetry,
Form: Didactic
Filling his verse with metaphor
Vers libre,not metre was the core,
He lit the fuse and walked away-
So little did his talent yield,for
He left his light on Flanders Field
Tribute to T E Hulme 1883-1917 initiator/catalyst of the Imagist form
Categories:
hulme, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Thomas Ernest Hulmeaka 'T E'
sent down from Cambridge was he
After some trouble&strife
settled into an 'Imagiste' life
Categories:
hulme, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
A poem I wrote
The Street's with no growth.
There was no green grass
On the Street's of Hulme
No green grass
Just a concrete tomb
No green grass
Just tarmac hard
Cobbled street
Flagged backyard
No green grass
On the roadside edge
No flower, tree
No bush nor hedge
No green grass
In the Hulme we grew
Street football
Was all we knew
No green grass
From the day I was born
No green grass
No child safe lawn
No green grass
No plans for green
Just a concrete jungle
Could be seen
Manchester City Council Town Planning Department. You know what they did.
They took all the tree's and
They put them in a tree museum
They charged the people of Hulme
About £2.00 each, just to see them
Don't you know
It goes to show
You never know
What you had
Till it's gone
They took all the trees and
They put them in a tree museum
Categories:
hulme, analogy,
Form: Concrete
Manchester, born and bred, within a stone throw from the city centre
One of a family of nine kids and our mother as our mentor
In a place called Hulme, full of vagabonds and snot nosed scruff bags
Rope for belts, football boots with studs cut of as shoes and clothes of rags
Hulme was a hard place to grow, terraced housing, paved back yards and broken glass
The sound of gospel hung in the air as the black community attended daily mass
Sugar butties, porridge was the food we ate
No fatty Big Mac’s with salad-less salad on a false plastic plate
Trying to smash bottles that were laid out on top of a wall
From twenty or thirty yards with a cricket ball
Hopscotch, hula hoop, hide and seek were the games we knew
No X-box or computer games on the streets that we grew
There was social intercourse, chatter, friendship, warmth and love
Non of the Facebook, twitter, linked in and all that false stuff
Now the kids live in a pit of sole and isolation
As they tweet and twitter their nonsense across the nation
50, 000 face book friends they have never met, seen or knew
I wouldn’t swap what I had as a child
Would you?
Categories:
hulme, life,
Form: Rhyme
re post inspired by Constance contest
Filling his verse with metaphor
Vers libre,not metre was the core,
He lit the fuse and walked away-
So little did his talent yield,for
He left his light on Flanders Field
Tribute to T E Hulme 1883-1917 initiator/catalyst of the Imagist form
Categories:
hulme, imagery, poetry,
Form: Verse
Filling his verse with metaphor
Vers libre,not metre was the core,
He lit the fuse and walked away-
So little did his talent yield,for
He left his light on Flanders Field
Tribute to T E Hulme 1883-1917 initiator/catalyst of the Imagist form
Categories:
hulme, imagination, on writing and
Form: Narrative
New
forms-
with old
rhythms in
a precise image.
Tribute to T E HULME creator of imagism
Categories:
hulme, imagination, on writing and
Form: Fibonacci