Category Archives: Poems

Kisses can have Consequences

Kisses can have consequences.

Even those, secret snatched ones

In the back of someone’s car, or cupboard.

That no-one else saw

 

Kisses do in fact count.

Including those wet, half biting ones

That fill your mouth with saliva…

That you’d like to forget

 

Or the ones, with someone’s

Girlfriend, wife or maiden aunt.

Whilst drunk, and alone,

And provoked, at a party

 

Kisses can have consequences

Even if you have to wait 10 years

To reap the reward

Of their success or failure

 

Sometimes there’s no respite

From the jaw aching

Gut and heart wrenching

Memory of them

 

No amount of concentration

Self control, denial or willpower

Diminishes the ramification

Of that particular kiss

 

Kisses can bury down,

Deep into your subconscious.

Nestle in the marrow of your bones

Become more you, than you are

 

Kisses can be poetry of breath.

Ambrosia of the Gods.

Better than sex, or the start

Of the best sex you have ever had

 

Kisses can have Consequences.

The Way We Were

Performing ‘The Way We Were’ at the British Library launch of the Gay UK Exhibition

Newly arrived in London

Seeking fame, fortune, friendship…

And the kind of sex we couldn’t find

In our small towns and villages.

 

We were ravenous.

Wanted to grab life by the throat,

Or, fall in and be overwhelmed by it.

Grow into ourselves.

 

We were gagging for it.

Brimming with fear and excitement.

Impatient for a brand new life,

Of our own making.

 

We took courses.

Loitered in clubs, pubs and places,

Hoping to meet a bona-fida homosexual

Or become one.

 

We marched together

On streets paved with hope and wonder

Held hands at Greenham – shouted

Made love as much as possible.

 

The way we were

We thought would never change or end

Now the way we are today

Will tomorrow’s history amend

Poem for National Hate Crime Awareness Week (2017)

In this week across our nation,

We stand united in our call.

“There is no place for hatred.”

Because hatred, hurts us all.

 

Whatever your ability or religion.

Sexuality, colour of skin.

This battle against hate crime,

Is one we have to win.

 

Let’s educate the ignorant.

Dispel prejudice and fear.

Promote that Love is a human right,

Be open and be clear.

 

We can make a difference,

By what we do and say,

Against the intolerance and injustice,

Some people suffer every day.

 

It’s okay to be different,

Let’s honour who we are.

Make our world a safer place,

For all of us, near and far.

An Odd Couple

Written and performed for my show, ‘Love, Lust and Loathing in the Bloomsbury Literati’, during the Bloomsbury Festival


Lytton and Virginia were literary lions.

They prowled around the Bloomsbury Set,

Vetting interlopers that they met,

Pronouncing them suitable…or maybe not yet.

 

Their writing set the world aflame.

Their Bohemian lifestyle banished shame.

They tipped convention on its head,

For a new life order…or so they said.

 

Who would have thought, that he and she,

Would strike up a friendship so immediately.

A connection that lasted the whole of their life

Closer than lover, husband or wife.

 

He tall and thin, wracked with crippling fear,

Terrified of intimacy…

Yet desperate to be near.

 

She of similar stature, tormented by self-doubt,

Wanting to be uninhibited…

Struggling to let it out.

 

Both driven by ambition and desire to be rich.

Both liked to gossip, ruminate and bitch,

Suffer romantic torment and unrequited love.

As long-suffering partners strove to rise above.

 

A monumental relationship,

Based on values both held dear.

A very English friendship,

Eccentric and Queer.

Freedom

Performed for National Poetry Day 2017

Take poetry off the page,

Let it fly free,

Attach to fences and trees,

Flutter in the wind of change.

 

Let poetry swirl

In the face of adversity,

Be scrawled on Billboards,

Help to build bridges.

 

Spit out the phrases

That ease an aching heart.

Offers comfort and concern,

To those who need it.

 

Extend a help-line

To the disenchanted.

To those on the wayside,

Or, in the gutter.

 

Let poetry catch

In a breath, a stride,

Break into a run…

Become unstoppable.

 

Poetry has wings,

The voice of an Angel.

Ascending, avenging

Embodying our spirit