The weak and the worried Live on different streets Wake in different time zones Sing songs to different beats We’ll kiss you to the music But we won’t let you speak You’re the weak and the worried We’ll put warships at your feet Repeat after us We are Love We are Love We are Love
I remember an early robbery Back in the younger gang ‘Paws Up. Nobody move’ The cat did not comply ‘I know what your thinking kitty Have I used seven or eight lives? Well are you feeling lucky puss? Or is this number nine?’ As I pointed thumbs and fingers She gave the piggy bank a shove But I fled the scene hands empty Seems my brother had got there first
In the field of childhood Them that were bigger Would grab one arm Then the other And begin the spin Faster faster More more The terror scream of glee For three hundred and sixty degrees Then the release One arm now Wild centrifuge The wrenching of the socket Let go now and we’d land beyond that hill Beyond the very heavens Panting, gravity tires, orbit fails Brings us to ground The bouncing bomb Breathless beetroot faced Mouthfuls of cut grass Unable to stand on spinning ground The whole field a waltzer The joyous laughter of surviving
These hands have Punched, slapped and tore Zipped, and unzipped, dresses. Cowered from blows and comforted, Provided strokes and caresses Apologised and threatened Silenced crowds, pacified children. And clasped Bowed praying to the unforgiving How these hands held my living Can now fail and fall idle. No more violent nor tender Wearily raised in surrender
Was away for a while. This an older one to ease back in.
#vss365 #hand #hands #poetry #poem #cyranovg
There’s a poem somewhere
about uninvited bad advice
It has always stayed with me,
Verse is our own small boat you see
Lines the links of our anchor
Words assure and stretch to whatever
shore awaits
#vss365 #assure #poetry #poem #cyranovg
I don’t like the winter getting naked in the trees, I don’t like the cold getting stiff in my knees I hate how the air chills my lungs when I breathe But I do like the warmth of your love I don’t like the drops on the end of my nose, Or Jack Frost biting down hard on my little toes I hate my hands, they’re like ice in these gloves But I do like the warmth of your love I like how your lips warm my checks when we meet, You hanging on my arm so you won’t slip in the street I love the homemade soup you bring for me to heat Yes I do like the warmth of your love I like how our coats are hanging in the hall I like how the logs on the fire pile tall And I love when you say ‘Let’s not go back out at all!’ Yes I do like the warmth of your love I think I’d freeze half to death without the warmth of your love
One from the archive -
#vss365 #warmth #poetry #poem #cyranovg
Don’t be so precious, she yelled at me
I’ve no idea how you got this way
I’ll be getting tested, I respond
Then you won’t be able to call me precious
Unless it’s in a nice way.
For fuck sake, she yells to ears above
#vss365 #precious #poetry #poem #cyranovg
Photo of Glasgow Central fire There wis a #bonny railway building Called ‘Central’ in Glasgow toon Then a wee illegal vape shop Helped burn that building doon Noo oor daily poetry challenge Ahm sure had ne’er the clue That in the local Glesga parlance ‘Bonny’ means bonfire too!
There wis a #bonny railway station
Called ‘Central’ in Glasgow toon
Then a wee illegal vape shop
Helped burn that building doon
Noo oor daily poetry challenge
Ahm sure had ne’er the clue
That in the local Glesga parlance
‘Bonny’ means bonfire too!
#vss365 #bonny #poetry #poem #cyranovg
I backed a horse called Lightning
You can probably guess the rest
#vss365 #lightening #poetry #poem #cyranovg
On the 8.15 from Central Flagrant mischievously taps a wand and rabbits appear Dove’s bellow in feathers from the flare of a sleeve Swords cut and leave no wounds Bodies halved to fall apart find their whole Cards fly, watches repair, balls disappear from under cups All she said was ‘hello’ And this train is #spellbound
The truth lies, lethargic
In the thinnest aperture
Observing but distracted
A corollary flaneur
Veracity and history
Rarely share a bed
She’s heard his lies a million
times
And knows just how this ends
#vss365 #lethargic #poetry #poem #cyranovg
We stand in abuse of the #splendour of breath Inflating words to thumb press necks and choke the others Inhaling exhaling in squalarising gulps, Leaving nature to recoil in horror. What use these lungs that take the splendid air To blow fire in winds and children to graves? Cyranovg
Timid days behind you
Confident in your ways
Catching your reflection
Liking what you see
The younger you forgotten
The younger me dismissed
Timid days behind you
Still curling on your lip
#vss365 #timid #poetry #poem #cyranovg
On the corner of a distant rug Towers of books totter to the slam of the living room door To be fair I did say I’d make some room And had began in earnest with the coffee table A keystone of poetry fell off and open, #Obsessed A gateway word if ever there was one And, well, before I knew it They were back with the pizza’s
Manchester United Football Club in the 1970’s Were captained by a Scotsman Whose name was Martin Buchan An educated sportsman unusual for the era Off the field he was taciturn And avoided the media When the manager had an affair with his physio’s wife Scandal hit the club The tabloids scrambled for a line The hacks besieged Buchan as he headed off for home ‘Any comment Martin?’ ‘Can we have a quick word?’ #Velocity said Buchan And with that he was gone cyranovg
Based on a true story.
#vss365 #velocity #poetry #poem #cyranovg
Orbital fracture
Blackened eye
Bloody nose
Fingers prised
‘LET HER GO’
Deafening
‘WE’LL TAKE YOU TOO’
Threatening,
I can’t breathe. I’m spluttering
Syncope
Waking
Activism begins
In remembering
#vss365 #orbital #poetry #poem #cyranovg
Stellar activity
Chariots of wishes
We turn to the stars
In acts of admission
that
For all the bravado
We are smaller than everything
And are scared
Someone turns out those lights
#vss365 #stellar #poetry #poem #cyranovg
I’ve never knowingly undersold Unless that is I’ve forgot, Of course the ‘invitation to treat’ is spurious As it depends if one get’s caught I once claimed knowledge of TEFL To teach English abroad In truth I was totally awful As I’m strictly Glasgowglot, So if you ever meet a Catalan Who pronounces ‘Milk’ with a ‘u’ They may have been knowingly undersold Perhaps by you know who.
Alcohol crazed
Lungs smoked
Eyes saucered
Dancing wildly
Loving nervously
Working seldomly
Home leaving
South heading
London beginning
Angst ridden
No Fuck’s Given
Nineteen Eighty Seven
#vss365 #crazed #poetry #poem #cyranovg
Blatant corruption Blatant lies The blatant truth Before our eyes Blatant gaslighting Blatant greed A country blatantly On its knees All so blatant It’s hard to see Flooding the zone Hiding forests in trees Their next move’s blatant Blatantly clear Hold an election And blatantly cheat
Take the brush
Sweep the floor
You were born to do a lot of things
Not important anymore
#fragmentsfriday #micropoem #poetry
#cyranovg
Blistering palms and bleeding ankles
Eyes on fire singeing eyebrows
Wracked with guilt and high on penance
Whispering as I served the sentence,
A broken Jesus crucified
Risen and transfiguried
Couldn’t lead this blessed mystified
From you
#vss365 #mystified #poetry #poem
#cyranovg
