Getting hammered in Malaysia 

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Getting hammered in Malaysia

pelted on by heavy water

flared by lightening

assaulted by thunder gods

– as if I’d been cosseted in the womb and sucked outside

– so unlike the Malay.

Raindrops are not under your command

we are sent to clear your air 

disrupt the haze

silence your cough. 

Nothing lasts.

Nothing continues

Nothing sits on top of you 

unless lightening strikes your heart

and takes your breath away.

I am a failure


I am a failure

I failed my mother and father

– so they had more children.

I failed to like cod liver oil, tapioca, even semolina.

I failed to grab the offer my father made

– so the brothers got the business.

I failed as sociologist

– so I became a bus conductor.

I failed as a conductor

– so I moved on to be a manager.

I failed as a manager

– so I became a leader.

I failed as a leader

– so I became an owner of my own business.

I failed as a husband

– so I found another wife.

I failed as a father

– so I had another child.

I failed to live forever in England

– so I sailed back to Ireland.

I failed to stop the clock

– so I faded by the day.

I failed to be satisfied

– so I changed the world

I failed to find the answer

– so I learned be a poet

With that track record

– what chance do you think I have?

Guest : Lars Blichfeldt “Out of Sight”

Lars

I’m 38 years old. I live in Denmark with my wife, my 3 kids, a pig and a parrot.

Where I went to school, you had to agree with the teacher. If you didn’t agree, you knew nothing about poetry.

Every single word had its very own meaning which only the teacher knew the answer to.

After this introduction, I never did investigate poetry any further.

Then five months ago – on a social media app called Periscope – I randomly stumbled over an Irish poet called Paul O’Mahony.

In 2 months he changed my view on poetry completely. He inspired me to try writing poetry myself.

I have no experience in writing – and I know nothing about rules or grammar.
But it gives me great pleasure to write. [You can find my poems here.]

So start writing people, no matter what level you start at, I think you will love it.
And hey…we can’t all be Walt Whitman anyway.

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Out of sight,

but always there.

I feel the beast,

lurking in shadows.

You were bred out of chaos.

You were nursed by feelings.

You were brought up by anger,

and strengthened by hate.

You rape my mind.

You abuse my body.

You blind me with darkness,

and tie me with fear.

How can I fight, what I cannot see.

How can I defeat, what’s created by me.

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Thank you very  much Lars. It’s a honour to publish your work.

Important note:

In my imagination this blog will become a place where lots of people will be welcome to display & share their work.

Reading “Inferno” by Dante

Canto 9

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 Dante’s Inferno Canto 9

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 8

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 7

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 6

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 5

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 4

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 3

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 2

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 1 (part 3)

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 1 (part 2)

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Dante’s Inferno Canto 1 (part 1)

I promise

I promise

I will always act in what I consider to be your best interest

I will keep my promises to you

I will respect confidences you place in me

I will speak positively about you to others

I will strive not to embarrass you in public

I will alert you or seek your permission before publishing something about you

I’ll go on promising until the day after I die.

I promise I’ll be without promise from that day on.

You see I was once promising:

I had a promising future my mother said