Long Boiler Poems

The Castle On White Otter Lake

That rustic, old log castle
Stands facing the lake.
Built by hand, by one man
To acknowledge his presence,
In a changing world, he felt
He could not participate in.
And so chose to live like...

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MONSTERS
Legends myths and old wives tales
From T.V film and book,
Are monsters real or fantasy
Let’s take a closer look.

Bram Stokers Dracula
The original vampire name,
Meant a simple walk just after dark
Was never the same again.

The late nineteenth...

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Look at me.
What do you notice?
Skin. Bone. A heart.
I am real…but no one sees me.
Though I stand full and dark against the wall I feel as though I blend in.
I fade…into the wall.

But I watched...

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Boiler, or bomb, the Sultana sank on April 27, eighteen sixty five 
Taking down with her, a good rounded off number of 1,800 lives

Carrying Union soldiers, who were ex-prisoners of war, up north
From Vicksburg heading...

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11. They came to devour and sin.
I was briefed by a cornucopia of beings:
From Torchwood, ARGUS, SHIELD and their kin;
The Talamasca, The Shop and MiB Greens;
A BPRD agent who was burning in Hell;
The Syndicate, Consortium,...

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Anyone who’s picked up clubs and played out on a golf course,
will know there’s times they lose their cool but later show remorse,
but rarely do when following a wayward group who’s bloody slow,
and forced to...

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"My Beautiful Dreamer"


My Beautiful Dreamer
“thinks she goes unseen”, Her.
she’s a million miles away
lost in the Lilacs and
Chantilly Lace of 
her beautiful dream, her.

My Beautiful Dreamer
dreaming of a better home
sunrays and moonbeams
bigger yard, smaller city
a flashy...

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Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d always excelled with his mind,
but finding like souls to fit...

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the heavens had fallen 
woe coiled about the earth
excuse my very own tangent world of merriment
you never know what you're going to dream about
one foot in the past the other on the gas
while his muse...

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It was a long journey and Martha’ flood gates had been closed for far too long

Altona Station and the 1.01 expected from Hannover was nowhere near in time

In her mind the intricate roof of the...

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LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND


White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work 
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates,...

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Creaky wood floors give me away as
I roam the hallways of this ramshackle fortress.
These old empty veins that used to carry life
Rusty nerves are dulled and mute

I walk a well worn path, softly.
Curtains always drawn
They...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning...

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime

Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They...

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We’d just buried poor old Peter and we’re back now at his wake,
and of course it’s sad to see him gone but it’s great we can partake,
in giving comfort to his widow now that the...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning...

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1. 
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind 
it is clearly understood 
that nascent pollens are overflowing 
the niche of her heart  

in response to the signals of the river 
she keeps on ringing...

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I admit what I did was wrong
And for six months I tried to hold out and be strong
But your sister’s advances were persistent
She just didn’t want to leave me alone

She would grope me in the...

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It is a quite Sunday morning

It was a weird outing in the evening

We saw fuming ashes

We saw failed elephants

We heard the tales of fallen petals

We saw drifting continents of love and lust

It was a quite...

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hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space
  they break on through, sneaking inside my head
  far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes
  passengers squeezed in tight, some...

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1980 we began to learn ( about health and safety)
Not at every turn.' 
As the decades went, its demands just grew.' From
Those quite acceptable, no one realised the end extent
Mind you.'
There was always, some charge;...

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Walton’s Scrapyard

Mr Walton was our local scrap man
He wore a great big hat
His yard was squeezed between 
Two terraced houses
And I was always amazed at that

The yard was full of junk
Rusting scrap
And old tat
Tangled up...

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My dog's stomach sounded like a washing machine set on high and hot.
He was laying between my mother and me Off the couch,
but not because we told him to, the couch was too covered with...

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     On the night of December 2, 1984
a toxic gas leak at a Union Carbide pesticide plant
was a terrible tragedy that continues to evoke 
strong emotions even 30 years later, 
disaster...

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I was born in 1943
in a rural backwater safe from the bombs
also a safety net still akin to the 19th century.
Neither electricity nor gas
only an old oil lamp and candles for comfort.
The luxury of the...

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