Newcastle (for “Spence” – 2008)

cobble stones and granite walls
and mining pits and big brass balls
and pounds for pints and black and whites
and people love their sir john hall’s

river sides make rivalries
and claims to fame for histories
and gi’ em to mackem and tic and tack em
and pass ’em doon to Geordie quays

Lambton worms/local stories
and socialists and cast oot tories
and northern runs in vests for fun
and viz mag with anomolies

A Geordie poet will read this…
will know my thoughts and understand
ye me marra, keep on the narra
For great is where ye roam the land!

* This was a piece dedicated to a north-eastern poet who I’m a fan of.
I think a few Geordies might find nostalgia or reference to it though.


For Those Not Coming Home (2013)

Awaken, if you will, to the glory of the rising Sun
That star, as through all of life, it rose upon us all
From days of fear, loss and childhood fun
Through winter, spring, summer, fall…


Give thanks, that you may have any memory
For it is yours alone, a gift of divine grace
Let your heart forgive.., even your enemy
For what will you gain now, in saving face?


See the colours of the fields, even under grey skies
Hear the birds sing, through the rolling thunder
See the moon’s majesty with wide open eyes
And be amazed at the universe we stand under


Sleep my friend, and become a part of your dream
You held the entire world, in just a single day
Drift into the ocean from your well travelled stream
Rest your mind in comfort, wherever you might lay.