Archive for September, 2011

No, I don’t understand it either

Posted in Poetry on September 27, 2011 by belfastdavid

As I walked
through the door
of my local supermarket

The man in front of me
gently caressed
his partner’s bum.

She said
“I don’t think
it’s warm enough
to have a barbecue.”

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Alternating

Posted in Poetry with tags on September 20, 2011 by belfastdavid

Alternating we called it –
Saturday afternoons,
between Dennis’s bar
and the bookies next door.

He used leave us there,
take his wife shopping
while we minded the bar.

Later to the chip shop
for a fish supper,
wrapped, as was the practice then,
in old newspaper.

It was the first pub
I was ever barred from,
but later, I had
my twenty-first birthday there:
Dennis provided
the cake and the champagne.

Gone now;
Dennis an early victim
of the troubles –
an offer,
a refusal,
a bomb-threat,
a lower offer,
an acceptance.

No longer even a pub
when I drive past
each time I’m home,
makes me sad,
Although the chip shop
is still there.

Heroes

Posted in Poetry with tags on September 15, 2011 by belfastdavid

I spent all afternoon
looking through
my knicker drawer;
problem was
none of them were suitable.

I had to disqualify
those with holes in the backside,
white ones – too plain,
those which played music when squeezed,
or with pictures of Fred Flintstone,
or which said Glentoran Football Club,

and the ones I was keeping as souvenirs,
a thong that got left behind when she left,
the lace ones I bought her for Christmas,
and the ones she said were her favourite.

It is clearly impossible
to be a super-hero
if you have no knickers
to wear on the outside.

Random September Thoughts

Posted in Poetry on September 11, 2011 by belfastdavid

In response
to Tikarma’s poem ‘Fragility’ –

I love a poem which takes me to the beach,
sits me down on the sand,
and makes me take the time to look,
really look,
at the small things, the useless things,
of beauty,
which had always been there,
right in front of my face,
had I bothered
to remove my head
from up my arse.

*
You look out your window
at a single tree she said
and see a forest.

I had never considered it
like that before
but now, when I look out,
the thoughts conjoin
and make me smile.

*
Each night before I go to sleep
I lay my arm
across the pillow,
fingers spread
so that

should you decide
to come visit, in my dreams,
you will find it easy
to hold my hand.

Just Another Day

Posted in Poetry with tags on September 6, 2011 by belfastdavid

Being flirted with
by an attractive young lady
in a fish and chip shop,

Watching knickers go round
in a washing machine
in a nearby launderette,

Struggling single-handedly
to put a king size duvet
back in its king size cover,

Pondering a vacuum cleaner
which generates great noise
but apparently does not suck,

Rescuing poems
from a computer
which died,

Drinking numerous cups of tea
and smoking, perhaps,
the occasional cigarette.

“So what!” you may say.

But it all helps
oil the wheels
which spin the world.

Journal – August 2011

Posted in Poetry on September 1, 2011 by belfastdavid

I would maintain I am not a prisoner of my possessions.
Yet when my computer died I descended into panic;
not allayed until a replacement had been bought.

In my defence I would argue
my computer is a gateway
to a wider world, a world
of friends from all over the globe,
friendship which would be impossible
without my computer and the web.

*

Submit a manuscript to a publisher.
He confirms that he will publish –
September next year.
A frisson of anticipation will run
through my next twelve months.

*

Go to the local hospital for a scan.
With hindsight wonder why I was so nervous
about a procedure, which involved
an attractive young lady
spreading cream on my stomach
and then rubbing it!

*

Discuss the results with my doctor
who tells me I have nothing to worry about.
As long as, the pain continues to be controlled
by cutting out fatty foods,
no further action will be necessary.

I explain to her that butter
is not a fatty food.
She does not share this opinion.

We both agree fish and chips,
bought from a chip shop is fatty food.
However she does opine that a treat,
once in a while, is probably OK.
I really like this lady.

She has promised to read my poetry.

*

Strange world internet friendship.
I have made some very good friends
and some good acquaintances that way.
Yet when, as happened recently, someone disappears
I have no way of knowing why.

*

My younger brother in Australia has moved house.
At his suggestion I look up his new address on Google Earth
and understand why it would have appealed to him.
He and Australia suit each other very well.

*

Autumn has arrived early this year.
Robins are in full voice
as they claim their territory
for the winter season.
I am glad to join them in their celebration.

Robins don’t really do summer,
a time for moulting and recovery
from the springtime activity
of making more robins.

I don’t really do summer either
but this year it appears to have passed
without undue incident.

I wish them well for their survival
through the winter months.