Monday, 26 December 2011

Christmas Day

Christmas Day
Has come again
Time to open the Champagne
Wrap up presents for one another
To beneath a dead tree, place under
Consumerism will take control
As heads around are lost by all
In a manic lunge at joy
Fro every man, woman, girl and boy

Monday, 19 December 2011


Man awakes to chicken in brain
Laying filthy eggs of pain
He'll drink
He'll pop
Take painkillers galore
But all the while
The pain he'll deplore

We can infer from the lexis 'deplore' that the author of such a verse feels strongly about subject matter of 'pain'. Meanwhile, the 'chicken' within the work, must surely be symbolic for Western civilisation's obsession with consumerism: the eggs of pain being the products of a consumeristic and capitalist culture.

Thursday, 15 December 2011

7 A.M

7 A.M.
Time to sleep again
Time to brush teeth
As if for the morning routine
But instead
Not all is as seems
For this man
Has not yet slept
Deciding instead
To avoid bed
To better progress through his work
Until it's done
And the birds do chirp

The author's relationship with sleep is demonstrated as being a strained relationship in this verse: as sleep is the symbol of his lack of progress, and therefore the evil against which he must grapple in order to achieve progress.

Monday, 12 December 2011

Missing Milk

Missing milk
Is quite the shame
When man returns
His tired frame
To recuperate his mind
Only to melancholy find
His milk has gone
Been all but used
And instead of his milky brew
A black coffee
Will have to do

The author's relationship with milk is such that it could be inferred that the lack milk mirrors the writer's mind: both having been ravished by modern society's routines.

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Smoked Cheese

He devours smoked cheese
All through the day
Although he knows
He will soon pay
For such a luxurious
Which he could eat
All day and night
If only he did have the funds
To make smoked cheese
The only one

We can extrapolate from the authors desire to eat smoked cheese 'all day and night' that they are fond, or perhaps addicted, to cheese of the smoked variety.

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Drunken Returns

This time not him
His friend instead
Returns drunk
To crash on his bed
Amusing to his mind
He finds
His drunken 
As he recalls the events
Of the night
To prevent them seeping
Out his mind
Drunken returns
Are oh so fine

The author clearly finds the actions of the aforementioned 'friend' a welcome diversion from his routine; mirrored in another's actions are his own, for him to see.

Wednesday, 30 November 2011


He lies-in
Until no more
Can he waste his day in bed
He must get up and use his head
Even if just for a while
Before he succumbs to procrastination's beguile
He'll type, he'll write
He'll delete and undo
He'll lie down some more
To see him through
Until the next

Clearly, the author enjoys sleep: the lexis 'lie-in' being a greatly significant aspect of the verse. However,  what is made less clear is whether the bed is an antecedent to his work, or the inhibiting factor of his creativity; which leads us to question - is the bed the creator or destroyer of creativity?

Thursday, 24 November 2011


Purple: the word which never rhymes
Stands like a vampire behind closed blinds
Avoiding light, lest he be devoured
Like milk and cereal before a shower
Purple: the bane of rhyming verse
Better shut away, like the vampire in his hurst
Whatever word proceeds purple first
Never succeeds in putting an end to verse
With such aptitude as purple's curse
Be it poem, novel, essay, or journal
Purple will never cease to curdle

I think the point the author is trying to make is that no matter the level of skill applied to rhyming the lexis 'purple,' it can't be done. Ironic perhaps.

Wednesday, 23 November 2011


Tea, a brew, a beverage, a cuppa
Perfect with breakfast, with lunch, and with supper
So, much more in that cup than an infusion of leaves?
The very identity in which us British believe
Symbolic of colonisation and power
Of conquest, of conquer, the whole world devoured
Each sip through the lips, rings the tongue like a bell
The familiar taste that we all know so well
Without tea, I ask, just who would we be?
In Russia its vodka, the Italians, mocha
In France it’s champagne, in Canada syrup
Ireland it’s Guinness drunken straight from the bola
In America cola, in Australia lager
I could go on, for the list goes much farther
My point, it is simple: the key’s in the cup
For energy, diversion, relief or immersion
One cup solves it all, every problem, makes small.

It is lucidly obvious the writer of such a fine verse loves tea.

Friday, 11 November 2011

Not Going Out

Perhaps tonight he'll take a break
Rest his liver and his face
Not for long, just for a while
Else he'll be coughing up something vile
Temporary rest
Is at its best
Superior to drinking
Ney, I jest

Whilst it is apparent that the author feels 'rest' and recuperation are necessary aspects of life, it is heavily emphasised that 'drinking' is ultimately better. The lexis 'drinking' in this context must surely refer to the manner in which mankind lives his life: being a metaphor for the process of Living.

Thursday, 3 November 2011


Rain falls heavy
Upon once dry ground
Man embraces droplets cold
As heat dissipates
From his sweating form
Rain pours
Covers all
As if a blanket
Of water

Man's love of rain is portrayed as a natural and organic interest, in this verse, and his wish to embrace it is shown to stem from a desire to better control his own homeostasis: in itself a metaphor for the human condition to want control, dominance, and power.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011


Lasagne he eats
To full stomach keep
Whilst lacking in meat
Vegetables within taste sweet
With self-satifasction
For only his actions
Could ensure that he eats
For one pound a pop
When around him others
Spend more on more
He saves adequate currency
To stop him going hungry
By eating lasagne
For breakfast and lunch
Dinner, supper, elevenses, and brunch

Clearly the author has felt a need to convey not only the sense that he is in a favourable financial situation through his actions, but more importantly, that he need never go hungry. As such this is a metaphor for the greater spectrum of mankind's lifestyle: man need never go hungry if he eats on-pound lasagnes.

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Bon Iver

Bon Iver
Incomprehensibly beauteous, beguiling to the point of perfection, and beyond the perception or recognition of mankind?
Better than that.

Wednesday, 19 October 2011


Man sits down
To essay write
He'll likely stay up
All through the
For 24 hours, is
Not so long
When 1800 words
Must be Done.

This verse successfully conveys the predicament of a man with much work and little time. The capitalisation of the lexis 'Done' transforms the word from informal verb to abstract proper noun, thus projecting the idea that 'Done' is an important state of being which must be reached within the time constraints of the a single day.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

3 a.m. Burger

3 a.m. burger
What ever could be better?
Despite lack of meat
Vegetables suffice
The hunger-filled man
As he voyages home
Through streets lamp-lit
Every occurrence
Seems full of wit
Perhaps it's the beer.

As is lucidly obvious in this verse, the protagonist of the text is hungry and, it can be implied, drunk. It is likely because of this that he finds the sub-standard quality food to be of great benefit to his personal being. Even though it's probably pretty shit.

Saturday, 24 September 2011


Man returns
Home to flat
To toasty make
To make him fat
For cheese and bread
Are oh so good
And mixed with butter
Who on Earth
Would not consume
Such a meal
Free of legume
To hunger chase
From one's rented room?

Clearly, the toasty of which man speaks, is paramount to his existence, and the fortitude of the existence of bread and cheese is a blessing beyond comprehension.

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Ginger Beer

Ginger beer
Don't feel the fear
Of the burn
For Levi Roots
Tastes oh so good
But fiery taint
In man's mouth, quaint
Does not remain
For he refrained
From purchasing
A stronger tasting
Ginger beer

Wednesday, 14 September 2011


Spaghetti he eats
To off, hunger keep
Warding dissatisfaction
From life's interaction
By avoiding profusely
A cold bowl of muesli

This verse pays homage to the freedom of choice which prevails in western democracy. Whilst segments of the world, and vast at that, rely on necessity alone, the focus of this verse is presented with a plethora of choices: spaghetti, ultimately, over-ruling muesli.

Saturday, 10 September 2011

Break The Fast

Man sits down
To coffee drink
And denies sleep
As he rests on the brink
But what, does not
The cup contain
From which
He never can refrain
The ineptitude of his consumption
Burdens his mind
Like life's resumption

Clearly, man's dependence on caffeine is a an undying aspect of his existence. The only question which remains, is whether his consumption is a necessary trait of his lifestyle, or a malignant parasite of his being; consuming his financial assets without his full moral consent.

Monday, 29 August 2011

Dreaded Bedded

Dreaded bedded
For so long deprived
Dreaded bedded
On which he can't wait to lie
Dreaded bedded
At festival none
Dreaded bedded
Finally some
Sleep so deep
Can be obtained
No man could refrain
Dreaded bedded

The repetition of the term 'dreaded bedded' emphasises the importance of a sleep, and how restful interjection must be included in daily life if sanity is to be maintained. The lack of the phrase 'dreaded bedded' in the penultimate 4 lines, demonstrates the human tendency to forget the importance of sleep - as embodied in the words 'dreaded bedded'. Dreaded bedded.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011


Motorway beckons
The driver forth
Where does he travel
South to north
As the eyes of the cat

This poem gives vast insight into the mind of the 'driver' who must use the eyes of the cat for his navigation, and as such, ironically, man relies on this subdordinate creature for survival.

Friday, 12 August 2011


Man lies in tent
A real bed he laments
As the wind sweeps about
Nature does shout
But the tent stays up steady
Until he is ready
To get up for coffee
And a shower to boot
If only he could
Muster effort to
Stand up

Notice how the 'man' is the immediete focus of attention, but the reader's attention is quickly diverted towards the subject matter 'nature'. The presence of nature can be seen as a destructive and obstructive in the man's quest to 'shower' and obtain 'coffee'. However, the man is simultaneously dependent on nature for providing a medium for the tent pegs to be pegged into. Thus a love-hate relationship develops between man and nature. If you like.

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Wake Up

Wake up
Raining outside
Stay in bed
To from rain hide
Hunger creeps
Into my bed
Thoughts of food
Invade my head
Maybe I'll
Go back to sleep
But that will waste
The morning hours
So instead
I'll go for a shower

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Muggy Air

Muggy air
Encloses all
Without a
Why don't you
Muggy Air
Restricting breathing
Preventing sleep
The evils of muggy air
Run deep
Muggy air
Go away from here
Go over there
Muggy Air

Sunday, 31 July 2011


Stirs in his stomach
What will quench
The fiery wrath of
Nutritional discontent
Perhaps a litre of
Will make the hunger

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Twenty-Five. Thirteen.

Surely the loser
Is hurting
The humiliation
and deeper
The victor lives on
But for how long?
Still going strong

Tuesday, 19 July 2011


Of light
Window pane
Summer sun
Leaves much to

I guess, this verse constructs a picture of the opportunities which the presence of the 'summer sun' instigates. How insightful.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

The Drunkard

Drunken mess
Who woulda guessed
At drinking alcohol
He's not the best
A little all too soon transpires
To become a lot
And before too long
He's out stone cold
If only he had just said NO

Friday, 24 June 2011

When Jlo Arrives

When Jlo Arrives
All madness will start
Out come the guns, the drinks and the cards
From dawn until dusk
The madness commences
And all through the night
The insanity intenses
When the rays of the sun
Rise in the morn from the East
What they shall alight
Will be something else, to say the least

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Night Work

The burden of sleep
Is not sufficient to keep
The man
From his tasks
Which must be
Thus he ignores
All pleas to rest
Making instead
Of time, the

Tuesday, 14 June 2011


Not sober
When will the
Poison Cease
Before it devours
The man

The concept behind this verse is clear: man has a dangerous relationship with intoxicants - one that presents itself at intervals few and (relatively) far between, but nevertheless is capable of devouring all life and actions from the individual for a short period of time. Puke.

Monday, 13 June 2011

Coffee #1

Coffee brewed
Coffee stewed
Till morning
Till noon
Till evening
Till Moon
Never does the time
Not fit the beverage
And never does the
Fit ill
The time
For coffee, is

Amply demonstrated by the repetion of the concept of the beverage 'coffee', contrasted against various times of day, is the relationship between the writer and the beverage. Coffee.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Fill In The Blank

Now it's your turn
To fill in the blank


He tries to remember
The facts in his head
What was it he 
What was it she
Are they still
Did he cut off their
Remember, remember

This poem demonstrates the fragility of the human mind; only capable of a certain capacity. Sorry, what? Can you repeat that please?

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Halo With Jlo

Halo with Jlo
It's out of control
Halo with Jlo
In a league of its own
Halo with Jlo
The anger is rising
Halo with Jlo
The results are surprising
And when Jlo wins
All joy will break out
But be warned if if he's beaten
You risk being eaten.

This highlights the dangers of defeating your enemies; whilst you may feel a sense of security in your victory, your downfall is always just around the corner.

Monday, 30 May 2011

Lost The Game

His team lost
The game
All fury
Was with
Guns cocked
Expelled uponst
The rival team:

Well, this poem speaks for itself, - the short line structure reflecting the anger of the poetic voice - building incrementum as the anger rises. This would probably suitably describe the feelings of an angry football fan.

Sunday, 29 May 2011


Upon rocks of
Despair, lying
In oil
Of a thousand
How does the yolk
Fail to please.

If I had to take a guess at the message behind this poem, I would infer that 'eggs' symbolize the rebirth of humanity. As such the 'yolk' must logically be symbolic of the fundamental egocentricity of man - which never "Fail[s] to please"; or at least, never fails to please the individual. As a side note: eggs are delicious. Especially scrambled.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011


He pays the price
For something nice
The price is that
The product asks
And yet
As though he's peering
Through a mask
It seems to him
Not too great
A task
Held within his
Hands at last

The imagery created by the word 'mask' demonstrates how often the 'ends' far outweigh the 'means' in importance and the individual is blind to the downfalls of any such 'means' . Could this poem be inspired by the fact the author just bought a Bon Iver ticket?

Sunday, 22 May 2011

Man Kicks Ball

Man kicks ball
For one
For all
But why must the goal, be
To score in the goal
When all that separates
From losing
In the perception of
Inanimate reality

I think this poem highlights the insignificance of the individual, judged by a reality incapable of being conscious, and yet, ironically, responsible for the individuals perception of himself. Yep, this definitely isn't in any way related to football.

Monday, 16 May 2011


Man lies in bed
To rest his head
Upon the pillow
Of restfulness
From which
The energy
Of the man

This poem speaks for itself; the energy of man comes from the sleep which he acquires. As such, the reader can interpret that the 'pillow' must surely represent the ambitions of man, which he must put his mind to before any positive outcome - surely symbolised by the word 'energy' - can be achieved.
All of the above is about to 'transpire'.

Sunday, 15 May 2011


Will they ever
Know ya
Will they ever
Show ya
Need more

This short verse highlights the human obsession with detachment from reality - through the medium of Soma (a drug concocted by Huxley in his Brave New World). the rhetorical question 'Will they ever' enforces the sense that there is a fundamental uncertainty about whether Soma is a benign of a malignant force.

Friday, 13 May 2011

Another Cup

Another cup
Is never enough
Half full
Won't fill the cup
Half empty
And one feels
Out of luck
Will the liquid?
Within the vessel
Ever be enough
To appetite

Lucidly demonstrated within the confines of this verse, is  the greed of the tea drinker; the corrupted mindset of the caffeine addict, 'embezzled' by the effects of the drug. From this, appears to stem the unfathomable avarice of man, whom never accepts the cup is full. Or have I just been drinking too many hot beverages?..

Wednesday, 11 May 2011


After, the work
Is done
Completion is
Achieved, within
The mind of the worker
Perhaps not?
The observer, who
May view with sceptical
The work of man, is

Perhaps this verse shows the way in which any achievement is only truly completed within the eye of the achiever; demonstrating the critical nature of all those not participants in the manufacturing process. I think this poem shows that only when the artisan is satisfied, is the art done. Perhaps this definition could be applied to one's coursework? YES.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011


How long must one lie
In a hammock?
Before they get
And leave
How long can one lie
In a hammock?
Why the answer's

This poem addresses a very serious flaw - or perhaps unavoidable trait - of the human race: the act of lying. Assuming the 'hammock' is symbolic of how, as humans, we use lying as a safety mechanism to protect us from a fall; whether it be from power, favour, of  any other human virtue. The use of the lexis 'indefinitely' demonstartes the concept that humankind cannot detach itself from the act of lying, whilst the ellipses are packed with uncertainty for the future which will prevail from this deadly flaw. Perhaps the author was inspired to write this whilst sitting in a hammock? Certainly not.

Monday, 9 May 2011

Walking In The Air

Man walks in air
To where?
The air, I tell thee
See clear
Beneath the sky of dark
To what avail
Does the man take fright.

Highlighted within this inspired collection of verse, is the manner in which it is when one feels they are above all as they walk 'in air' that they are most vulnerable - demonstrated through the phrase 'take fright', which conveys the fragility of an over zealous ego. Does this have anything to do with the song?.. No.

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Man Sits On Chair

Man sits on chair
Without care
Observes nature, from
Indelible cocoon of
He believes all
To be free
But the touch of
Man, by eyes alone
Leaves all ravaged
The lone

Highlighted within this poem is the way mere observation by man is in itself enough to destroy that which he favours as beauty. The unrivalled naivety of the human mind is offset against the damage it can inflict upon its surroundigns; leaving "The loan [human] / Alone". Of course, perhaps the writer just wrote this because they were sitting outside.

Saturday, 30 April 2011


Money, funny?
To many not
To others, a lot
Is never enough
Never filled,
Half empty
Half full?
Some desire
All, all, ALL
Needles? Perhaps
Dangerous? No doubt
When drought meets the living
Who will be giving?

There's no doubt that this verse demonstrates human obsession with power; the un-tethered relationship of man and money. But will western civilisation destroy itself with this obsession? Whilst there is no definitive answer to this fundamental question, it is clear that there is no set of rules; 'to many' money is paramount, 'to others' there is little desire for this superficial construct of unjust consequence. This wouldn't have been inspired by the song 'Money' at all, would it..? 

Friday, 29 April 2011


Cold, wet
Sand, falling
Gritty, gritty, gritty
Reciprocal movement
Round, round, round
Coldness engulfs

This poem vividly highlights the self-destructive nature of humanity; as coldness takes over the man. The 'reciprocal' manner in which the cycles of life are repeated lucidly depicts the tendency of humankind to repeat their mistakes. Or is this just Salvia induced nonsense...?

Thursday, 28 April 2011

Sleep II

No need
Take heed
No need
For sleep
Light or deep
Sleep' for the weak
To 'sanity' keep
For life
Time divine
One day
Human decline

A powerful piece of poetry indeed. I think this verse demonstrates the fragility of humankind; every time we sleep we take a step closer to our demise - perhaps in our weakness to comprehend our own decline does it approach us. The triviality of the lexis 'puff' demonstartes the inability of humans to the feel compassion for their counterparts - not on the level of one's individual experience, but for humankind as a whole. Or do I just have sleep on my mind?

Saturday, 23 April 2011

Twenty's plenty

Twenty's plenty
It really is enough
There's no need for more
Or people start to cough
With boredom
Of moredom
And that isn't a real word
Say it more than once
And it starts to sound absurd
Twenty's plenty
But I'm not about to stop
More More More More
Will the void ever be filled
Drive mankind behind the wheel
Collision up ahead
How many involved?
What's happened to the dead?
Cover up
Cover up
Cover up
Whitewash the blood
Enough, Enough

Now, on first reading you may think that this poem is hinting at the corruption of Western Politics; the word 'whitewash' being second nature to the critical observer of our politics, synonymous with everyday government procedure:  remove a problem, pretend you didn't. And of course, the repetition of the phrase 'cover up' only reinforces this idea. As for 'Twenty's plenty', I'm sure this is referring to the figure of political 'mishaps', casualties or 'cover ups', in thousands perhaps.  Perhaps the most self-explanatory feature of this poem is the repetition of the word 'more' which amply demonstrates the modern human obsession with possession and consumption; a recurring but nevertheless crucial theme. Or did I just write this because it's my twentieth post..?

Friday, 22 April 2011

The Alternative Vote

If the Alternative Vote
Rocks your boat
This is probably a waste of time
But if you object
To this circumspect
Manner of voting who you don't hate best
Without a hope in hell
For as far
As I can tell
Whether you choose 'yes'
Or you choose 'no'
Nick Griffin's going to steal the show
It costs too much!
Soldiers will die!
Lies, Lies, Lies, LIES!
Nobody knows to vote 'yes' or 'no'
For Cameron and Clegg have muddled heads
One says 'no' the other says 'yes'
But clearly, they both love the sex
In this relationship, made in hell
Neither can be trusted well
But to wipe the smile, from Cameron's face
Would make a fine end to the race
So vote for 'yes', if you choose to cast
Cos who doesn't love Cameron finishing last?

Just fantastic.

Thursday, 21 April 2011


In a trailer
On a hill
On a whim
Standing still
Moving quickly
Through grassy

What's immediately obvious about this verse is the rhyming structure, the predictable nature of the rhyming scheme lends itself to the monotonous nature of the life of a sheep. The repetition of the word 'faster' can clearly reflect the ever accelerating nature of the modern life style - and how it consumes the modern life - in much the same way the word 'faster' constitutes a large majority of the lines in this verse. Then again, it would be very easy to write such a verse purely on the principle that it fucking rhymes.

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Cold Air

Cold air
Against hot face
With oxygen
Molecules, indiscriminate
From the pollutants of
Perhaps, moronic?
A fact
Cold air
Over here
Over there
Cold air
Cold air

The primary element 'air' juxtaposes harshly with the word 'laced' which has connotations of interference, disruption, and corruption - symbolic of 'human-kind.'  The questioning tone of the middle verses forces the reader to re-examine the common term 'humankind' to assess its true meaning - are humans in fact kind? The recapitulation of the line 'cold air' concludes that this is where the underlying importance lies - cold air triumphing over the corruption hinted at with 'laced,' earlier in the verse. And all that's exactly what I was trying to portray when writing this. Obviously.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011


Walks on a window
Within innermost brain
Eyes erratic
Wings ecstatic
Bump, bump, bump
Way out?
No such luck.

I think this poem portrays a pessimistic interpretation of the a prevalent fantasy: the ability to fly. The fly within this story is subject not only to the physical barriers - represented by the window - but also the mental barriers - the 'pain' in the fly's brain. The opening line acts as an antecedent: 'Fly' and is answered at the end of the verse a consequent: 'No such luck." In this way the ambitions of one who wishes to fly are dissolved, and so too, the hope of escape for the fly. But maybe I just wrote some words and analysed them in a way that made me sound like I know what I'm talking about...


Bares down, with
Fierce vengeance of
Lurked, lurking
Amongst shadows
Like the beast before
The Kill
The Knight stands
In armour dark
Bewitched by the cloak
Of the Night
Knight in the Night
Knight of the Night
Knight is the Night

I think what's important to note in this poem, is the way in which the simple transition from a world of light - courtesy of the daytime sun - to the darkness of the Night, can bring with it not only a change in intensity of light, but a far greater alteration in one's state of being. The 'Knight' mentioned in the poem is initially a passive figure: he 'stands', but as the poem progresses said Knight takes on the qualities of the Night time and its accompanying darkness - becoming a foreboding figure and sharing the 'Fierce vengeance' of the Night. Thus 'Knight is the Night' as the two entities become one. But obviously I just wrote this because 'Night' and 'Knight' rhyme.

Monday, 18 April 2011


Cheat hunger
From plate
To mouth
Most necessary verb
Cannot work

Notice how the word 'eat' book-ends the verse, like jaws, consuming all the words in between. 'Eat' shows us the hunger of the eater, like the teeth of a devouring beast bearing down upon the English language as though to envelope it forever in the belly of this most primal instinct: eating. Or did I just write the word 'eat' twice for the hell of it?

Saturday, 16 April 2011

Please sir, I want some more

That's right, the time has come for some more pretentious nonsensical verse:

They deplored, willing
To whore
To chore, nay
To score, yay
More they wanted
Never full
More they wanted
Wanted all
They'd had their share
Every piece, without care
Taken, snatched, grabbed and gobbled
And all amongst themselves
They squabbled
We want more
Want more
Fuck my neighbour
I'll take the yields of their labour

Okay, let's see, well this could be highlighting our obsession with consumerism, out unadulterated relationship with capitalist ideology, the de facto reality that nobody is selfless. The greedy west has come to play. OR it could just be some words I put together because they ryhme.

Thursday, 14 April 2011


Falling, fallen
Cure the hostile
Soar toward
Near perfect sphere
Rain droplets
The hostile

Let's see, I think this poem may be highlighting the importance of the base elements of our existence: fire, water, earth, and air, and the powerful influence the presence of these natural entities can have on our complex, cocooned, modern existence. Or, it could just be a load of bollox I came up with just now.


Not a word
Sounds absurd
This is how it's done
Let's be having some

Tuesday, 12 April 2011


Work, toil
Effort and toil
Oh foil
Oh foil
After work
To sanity
Work, toil
Effort and toil

Notice the repetition of the word 'toil' creates an atmosphere of anxiety and discomfort in which the reader can observe the physiological entrapment of the poetic voice within a framework of routine and monotony.

Seeing the Appeal

Further meaningless obscurities to be interpreted as desired:

From time to
We see the appeal
The appeal with
From time to

Saturday, 9 April 2011

My Day in Verse

A typical Saturday, in verse

Wait for
Travel on
Do things, do things, do
Wait for 
Travel on 
Home, home, home

Notice the recurring theme of the lexis 'locomotive' really gives the piece a sense of movement and spontaneity. Splendid.


This blog is a little belated, but I think we all know what's coming.

Seven A.M. waking up in the
Going down
Gotta get my caffeine 


Thursday, 7 April 2011


So, what with the good weather and all, that's what today's poem is all about.

Sun, star, solar system, galaxy, universe
Shines, shining, shined
How long?
8 Minutes, to 
Baked, like jacket
Plato, philosopher, man, carbon
Up and
Atom, Solar
Atom, Sun
Atom, All
Atom, One

Well if that's not a fine piece of cryptic bollox poetry, I don't know what is.

Wednesday, 6 April 2011


Another day, another masterpiece.

He'd like to
Home, a
A hot cuppa
I think so

Yep, that's a take.

Tuesday, 5 April 2011


Smokers outside
The hospital
One coughs up
Whilst the other one

Notice here that I've added a touch of flare to this self-titled masterpiece by making the 3rd and 7th line rhyme. Incredible.

Monday, 4 April 2011

We're all pretentious poet's on the inside

This blog is dedicated to the sort of pretentious nonsense poetry that can be interpreted in a hundred thousand different ways, but basically still means fuck all. Here's one I knocked up in well under a minute; the key is to arrange your sentences in an erratic manner, juggling your syntax about in such away so as to appear to have put a great deal of thought into what you're writing:

The Moon
Stares down upon sleeping
Earth, but
A small sphere
Orbiting the only
Sun, the burning
Brighter than
Mankind, alone
In the thoughts of fools
The schemes of man

Now isn't that just inspired?