Lyric Poetry Showcase

Poems to make you think

2012-02-17T17:40:00.000-08:00

Here is a collection of thought-provoking videos of poetry and lyrics. There's a great Dylan song and some up-dated material that's already been on this site. These are poets thinking about life, the universe and everything. Any ideas for additions welcome.

New anthology

2011-12-29T05:53:00.000-08:00

There's now an anthology of new poems out by The Five, the group of poets who have contributed many of the poems on this site. In the past we've promoted live readings by the group. There are going to be more this year. They first published together in the late 1970s and appeared with a band called Candle Factory, whose single album, Nightshift, now fetches largish sums on e-bay. They published

Christmas morning

2011-12-25T14:00:00.000-08:00

Curled together on Christmas morning we're the comma in the year an apostrophe of mutual possession a quote mark that says the conversation is ended and is beginning anew Tom Rudge, Christmas 2011 Copyright: By application Last by this writer

Suggest a Dylan lyric..

2011-11-20T13:31:00.001-08:00

I've been trying to find an appropriate Bob Dylan lyric - words that stand out on the page as a poem in their own right. Dylan is meant to be the great lyricist, the contemporary song writer about whom dissertations have been written. Indeed sometimes he wrote poetry without songs - although unlike Leonard Cohen he was not a poet first and foremost. I confess - I have found the search difficult.

Galactic Lovepoem

2011-11-14T09:00:00.000-08:00

Some video has emerged on Youtube of Adrian Henri and Liverpool Scene (a rock poetry band) performing live. This is Galactic Lovepoem

Spring

2011-11-13T17:00:00.000-08:00

Look out for Spring, the life underground, the life underground. The thawing and the overflow. Oh early, early in the morning we’ll go. Seven shades of green are painted on your door, painted on your door, the field alive under the snow. Oh early, early in the morning. we’ll go. Oh world of rooftops, hearing one field song. The walk in raincoats, the wait for Easter, Tom. We are awake or

Park and ride

2011-11-12T11:36:00.001-08:00

Riding the Metropolitan Railway I think of Betjeman rhapsodist of suburban dreams where golden ochred autumn trees decorate fading maisonettes Here I'm a ghost whose journey's past parallel lives I might have chanced hanging, like prunes, from every branch Hillingdon, Northwood, Amersham, emptied now of aunts, friends, gran, echo with part-remembered plans Past Harrow, men play ball on a field

Summoned By Bells - John Betjeman

2011-11-04T15:27:00.001-07:00

The Waiting Room

2009-10-08T13:52:00.000-07:00

This is where you come, nursingyour dearest fears.Those that, once on a time, inthe country of the healthy, youwould have dismissed with a smileturning to your latest love.Yet, like an animal that follows youhome, they wheedled their wayinto your sick affection.Now, casting their speckledskin they are revealedfor what they are – loathsome,predatory, implacable - the many faces of hurt.Patient and

At the Bar

2009-09-15T05:18:00.000-07:00