tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88896927365921523752024-03-05T19:42:59.286-08:00Bring me the head of TiggythepiggyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-75811629900717439972014-02-23T15:16:00.001-08:002014-02-23T15:23:41.894-08:00Book Review Of Moods,Memories and other manoeuvres.http://www.omd-messages.co.uk/moods-memories-and-other-manoeuvres-julia-kneale/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-18594498835109293042014-01-15T09:09:00.000-08:002014-01-15T09:09:08.995-08:00Moods,Memories and other manoeuvres.If you pre order Moods,Memories And Other Manoeuvres before the release date of 24th January,there is a discount from amazon.co.uk/books and www.bookdepository.co.uk.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-5184075121829285132012-09-12T10:43:00.002-07:002012-09-12T10:43:38.175-07:00Moods,Memories And Other ManoeuvresAndy McCluskey from OMD,has just okayed the usage of a photograph ,and the title of the book I am currently writing.Watch this space!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-77731446607270531272012-06-26T03:01:00.000-07:002012-06-26T03:01:16.890-07:00THE HOTHOUSE KID,DEMENTIA,and BY HIS OWN HAND,are no longer available on the link s below.They can be accessed via Goggle at Julia Kneale on You Tube.These poems have been set to music and narrated by Rich Szerman.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-27498570826704779562012-06-25T04:35:00.001-07:002012-06-25T04:35:46.889-07:00PRO BONO PUBLICOIt's only that I got there first<br />
and wrote it down.<br />
(The words you might have written<br />
if you'd had the time).<br />
I may have hit the spot,<br />
so now you say<br />
it's a work of genius <br />
penned by me.<br />
No more than your own discarded thoughts<br />
and shameful feelings.<br />
Alive and public on a page.<br />
My blame or glory in your hands.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-10577931500681697272012-06-25T04:25:00.000-07:002012-06-25T04:25:46.036-07:00LONGTAILI was born in The Year of The Rat.<br />
Feared for being devious and too bright.<br />
Used in labs for your own good.<br />
Always on the outside looking in.<br />
Only just a foot away.<br />
And don't you know it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-65191119896399892042012-06-25T04:00:00.000-07:002012-06-25T04:00:07.595-07:00SONG FOR NICK With your passion for books,<br />
Intensely deep looks,<br />
Heart open wide<br />
and was God on your side<br />
when you went for a drive in the rain?<br />
I will never forget the days<br />
we sent up Shakespeare plays.<br />
Oh how we laughed til we cried.<br />
And I still can't believe you have died.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-11245304726393481082011-09-27T06:26:00.000-07:002011-09-27T06:26:17.260-07:00THE HOTHOUSE KIDTHE HOTHOUSE KID.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkwjECcO1PYAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-37726897827477125232011-09-23T06:15:00.000-07:002011-10-24T11:24:54.497-07:00THE HOTHOUSE KID.You're daddys' big extention.<br />
He'll love you when you're grown.<br />
But knowledge is a dangerous thing<br />
when your mind is not your own.<br />
<br />
Run,run,run!Accumulate!<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But this he never told you</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">when forcefed like a foie gras goose</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and brainwashed like a soldier.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Pretentious and precocious,</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">peace of mind is just a dream.</div>Academic swagger<br />
fills the family cash machine.<br />
<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">A plastic wife and palace,</div>with no one else above you.<br />
A life of carrot-chasing<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and he never said he loved you.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>No longer climbing ladders<br />
like you did when you were young,<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">your bonsaied brain a child again</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and daddy got it wrong.</div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" closure_uid_96qzri="3" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaehxP7nBcIZ0PJl2fJG9p1afVGserPVkGCbs3JZjROOngQSG_RLjC2nOK3z7i1YMZhRc1DrvKHNp5tS51eDF9tpJjlMMV-z5H23vPzAExyZfr1ZKyfvERHjGwpOqDiKs6Vk0g8gVOxzNK/s200/Week+54+Picture+PPA.aspx" width="200" /><a href="http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/">http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/</a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you for The Perfect Poet Award.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I nominate <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04139175719967937843">http://www.blogger.com/profile/04139175719967937843</a> for the next award.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-6038724562920772262011-09-12T06:05:00.000-07:002011-09-12T06:05:09.841-07:00BY HIS OWN HAND.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_c80UnAvAw&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_c80UnAvAw&feature=related</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-65365532924245143552011-09-12T06:00:00.000-07:002011-09-12T06:00:18.354-07:00DEMENTIA.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9p8QtDBD14">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9p8QtDBD14</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-51595710873917740572011-06-16T13:46:00.000-07:002011-06-16T13:46:34.969-07:00WHO ARE YOU?If you take away the people<br />
you are nothing.<br />
Deaf by your own imagination.<br />
No one to react to.<br />
No one to direct routine.<br />
No one to confirm your being.<br />
Who are you?<br />
<br />
If you take away the people<br />
you are nothing.<br />
A sea-less shell,defined by objects.<br />
No one to distract you.<br />
No one to aspire to.<br />
No one to remind you.<br />
Who are you?<br />
<br />
No one.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-21205322409128644522011-06-16T13:39:00.000-07:002011-06-16T13:39:12.407-07:00THE CLOUD.The sky is huge you know,<br />
but not too big to talk.<br />
I know your thoughts<br />
via pictures in the sky.<br />
They're meant for me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-74521263567637128602011-01-31T15:57:00.000-08:002011-01-31T15:57:11.235-08:00BORDERLINE.She's histrionic,mad,erratic,<br />
the Bertha Rochester of the attic <br />
who feels the words that others cannot hear,<br />
and speaks of torture,passion,truth and fear.<br />
Yet if she's working in the arts,<br />
the audience takes her to their hearts.<br />
So is it genius or insanity<br />
that provokes the sheep humanity?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-76885421651992446432011-01-31T15:22:00.000-08:002011-01-31T15:23:06.452-08:00THE GRAVE.You didn't bring me irises<br />
yet you know damn well I love them.<br />
Instead,you place some tawdry cherub at my head.<br />
NO ONE LIES HERE,it should have read.<br />
Just go away home to your neighbour-cooked pies<br />
and leave me in peace,<br />
listening to rooks and rustling yews,<br />
sleeping in my own bed in my own world.<br />
You know damn well I love irises.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-79646457544668964672011-01-31T14:00:00.000-08:002011-01-31T14:01:29.666-08:00MAKING MARKS.I asked permission from the oak,<br />
to carve my name on his proud side.<br />
For years we stood in wind and rain,<br />
watching grazers come and go,<br />
and climbers grow from boy to man.<br />
When my gnarled fingers met the bark,<br />
I told him I was going home.<br />
He knew I'd loved him all the while,<br />
and he would never be alone.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-65431239099690618412010-12-28T10:14:00.000-08:002010-12-28T10:14:55.972-08:00THE SEAGULL(IN MEMORY OF MY BROTHER NICK)Fire meets ice on the road to Christmas.<br />
Seagull hovers above the scene on newborn wings.<br />
Tears meet snow on Christmas day.<br />
Seagull circles my head , like some uncertain halo.<br />
Your distillation in his cry.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-27282556445798975982010-11-21T09:21:00.000-08:002010-11-21T09:21:40.781-08:00THE LIBRARY.Sheltering from the rain,<br />
boffins in halfmoon glasses<br />
sniff musky tomes in secret.<br />
Retired fingers search for life<br />
amongst the faded pages of obscurity.<br />
Tight lipped librarian<br />
squeaks across the polished floor<br />
and glares at him who dares to cough.<br />
"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh"!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-37355937746808528112010-11-21T09:15:00.000-08:002010-11-21T09:15:40.070-08:00ALZHEIMERS AT CHRISTMAS.Tinsel dangling from her wrist,<br />
she's screaming.<br />
Tears of joy run down her face,<br />
she's dreaming.<br />
Holding tight a teddy bear<br />
she's prancing.<br />
Slams the lid of the musical box<br />
to stop the girl from dancing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-9936084243841098592010-11-21T09:11:00.000-08:002010-11-21T09:11:35.529-08:00THE STALKERCrouched against your garden wall<br />
wondering if you know at all.<br />
Soaked hair plastered to my head,<br />
and you were fast asleep in bed. <br />
<br />
Frozen fingers,chattering teeth,<br />
you above and me beneath.<br />
I dream that you could feel the same.<br />
You do not even know my name.<br />
<br />
Tomorrow night I'll strike again<br />
to haunt you in the pouring rain.<br />
The wind has turned my fingers blue.<br />
My only thought to be with you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-38926509830570822512010-10-31T21:34:00.000-07:002010-10-31T21:34:27.775-07:00SAMHAINHecate told me in my sleep<br />
to draw a circle round the past<br />
with candles fragrancing cold air.<br />
So widdershins, I chanted peace<br />
and comfort to the '60s child<br />
(the one I swear who looked like me).<br />
In pink clouds learned to laugh at tears.<br />
Black velvet cat,familiar now,<br />
unblinking all the while.<br />
So mote it be.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-12429727417478634432010-10-31T21:28:00.000-07:002010-10-31T21:28:05.268-07:00LOST FOR WORDSThe poem you are reading now<br />
was stolen by a man of fewer words than this,<br />
who made it all sound very grand<br />
in many ways that I could not.<br />
And so the audience ate the lines,<br />
my own words dying in the wings<br />
to be the poem you are reading now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-74037942429526446602010-10-31T21:21:00.000-07:002010-10-31T21:21:41.722-07:00SINGLE MOTHERWhen he drop kicked the hen through the open door<br />
she squarked and soared in unplanned flight.<br />
On yellow legs she ran to the barn<br />
and crooned contentedly with her lot<br />
to shuffle above the next generation.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889692736592152375.post-92083266023582007942010-10-20T14:32:00.000-07:002010-10-20T14:32:23.475-07:00HOUSEBOUNDHere next door to the village gossip<br />
it's the kiss of death.<br />
Admirably acute detection skills<br />
employed in blasting speed of light inflations<br />
on garden fence hotlines,scorching songbirds' feet.<br />
...."Him at number three bought some bananas this morning",it's reported.<br />
My life is not enhanced beyond recognition upon receipt.<br />
yet I dare not venture out in my new shoes<br />
for fear that I'll be making headline news.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09336128477724837729noreply@blogger.com3