Monday, February 27, 2006

9.15am Monday morning - a poem by Fester Bryan

9.15am Monday Morning

I take a short walk
To StarBucks for a caffeine fix
Three sugars for luck
And a chat with a big guy

Kicking rubbish soon after
I spied a pigeon
Rummaging around
looking for scraps
I felt similar
That is small and shabby
Unloved, unnoticed
Hungry

So I went into A Sandwich Bar
Called Reggie's Big Rolls
To order a Tuna mayonnaise baguette
Which was nice

Then I saw you
A picture from the Sunday Supplement
Radiant advert for hair colouring
Heartstopper
I remembered you from St Nicholas School
We had taught there in '86
You certainly had weathered better than I
So I sidled up and mentioned that fact

Shocked, you turned round
I could see you were vunerable
I could win this lottery ticket
The thought was instant
An instant win
No publicity
More caffeine and successful chatter
Promises to meet in the near future

The wind and rain had let you off
But your soul was mildly dehydrated
Wrinkling your smile
You were not so sure of the right way
So in the next few days I shed my trampish skin
And dolled myself up
In suits and suede shoes
Practising ordering exotic cocktails

You really turned me around

And the rest is history
Now you sit here in your thick white jumper
With a hot mug of coffee
And Spongebob Squarepants on for the kids

FB 2006

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Meander - a poem by Fester Bryan

Meander - a poem by Fester Bryan 2006
 
Twist and Turn
Pathway, I can see you
Curved and bent ahead of me
Will you meander with no thought
Of the right way or the wrong way
Directionless, but ever forward
Never back
Always onward with time
Unable to be One Whole Thing
With no hours or days
But on the treadmill
I ride your wheel
Like a hamster
 
Pathway with no memory
I am driving you fast at night
Only the bright eyes of the Fox
And the whispering trees in view
Caught momentarily in the scorch of brilliant headlights 
 
Take me to a town like Seville
Where I can then meander
In the heat
To a different beat
And forget the relentless race
Of you    
 
  
 

Saturday, February 25, 2006

On a lake - a poem by Lauren Beziers

On a lake - a poem by Lauren Beziers 2006
 
I was on a lake
Not walking
I was sitting in a boat
Not laughing
 
The bearded young fellow
Who rowed us to the middle
Was annoying me
Intensely
 
I said "So you are going to catch a fish then ?
And he replied
In a twinkle of an eye
That "the time was not right for
Pike"
 
The air was damp
I felt damp
And the lake was grey to black
 
I called to my
Mother on the bank
With her paper and pipe
To "stop knitting"
But she ignored me
 
My bearded young fellow
Rowed us back
And he gallantly helped me out
I said "I never want to see this lake again"
To which he replied "nor me"
 
Its the fickle nature
Of the mood of day
That can turn you against
The things you should love best
And in keeping with this universal tide
I enjoyed a marvelous day out by a lake
Not three weeks later
 
But the bearded man
Was replaced by
Smooth faced
Handsome young buck
And I was three weeks older and wiser
 
We caught a fish that day
And ate it with tartar sauce
All felt beautiful and dreamlike
 
LB 2006
 
   
 
 

Sweet Nothings - a poem by Lauren Beziers

Sweet Nothings

Written by Lauren Beziers 2006

We are alone
On this ball
Spinning in the void

Alone together
Together to bear
The endless end

So let's enjoy
And fill this space
With our sweet nothings !