Underground (First Nine Haiku's in a new series on facebook - Late August 2020)

(I)

Out of tune busker

Pausing for a few moments

Opens up a beer.

(II)

Pausing for its breath

The train can’t look back turning

Away from the guard.

(III)

Getting off the train

You almost turn back round to

Get straight back on it.

(IV)

Stepping from the mist

You feel like you are stepping

From a dark film noir.

(V)

Pausing suddenly

you think briefly getting off

your pass is at home.

(VI)

On the way off you

Pick up a paper before

dropping in the rain.

(VII)

Back from holiday

Your bag won't stay on the rack

Wanting to go back.

(VIII)

The wind pushes you

Down the platform like it is

Wants off it quickly.

(IX)

Entering August

At your stop your train

Overfull doesn’t stop.

New Haikus and Tankas - Last July 2020 to Late August 2020 (posted on facebook)

 

Journey’s End
(In memory of Roger Quigley – 1969 to 2020)

Ringing in my ears
my dreams are like yours pinned to
a revolving door.

**

Neon mystery (New Haiku)

Backlit in Neon
the willows don't change colour
unlike what you say

 

**

Shrouded by the mist
bird sounds hover on the breeze
Beside a cold stream

**

As the evening fades
two women chat of lost love
Just before the tears

 

**

Slipping off the bank next to the river Tame

Calling out your name
The cuts and bruises are a
Painful reminder.

**

Disappearing in the midnight air across the meadows

Leaving no trace your
Feet disappear suddenly
In the midnight air.

 

**

Shifting moods in the moonlight (A Near Haiku)

Changing colour in
The moonlight your face looks like
a restless ghost.

 

**

Dissolving

counting memories
His face dissolves across
the road in the rain.

 

**

Behind You

Next to the water
The wind chases behind you
Like a naughty child.

 

**

Early Evening Walk

Come into the woods
The wind calls hidden inside
The Leaves and the bark.

 

**

Faces II (Upon stopping at trees at midnight in the forest)

Branches turn into
Angry faces at midnight
Like it was saying .
Just hurry up and go
before something nasty comes

*

Stopping at the Sea Wall

Closing shut your eyes
The pain only stops when you
Turn away for good

*

Faces (I) (A New Haiku)

Face down to the ground
your guilt is never more clearer
spoken out or not.

**

After last night’s storm
Striped nervously in the sky
The sun and the wind
Pauses Like they are
Studying what has happened.

*
After the storm has
Passed your daily walk looks more
And more unlikely.

*

5.00am Blues

Looking at your life
Awake before the alarm
You hear the birds cry.

What does poetry mean to me? (and new publications)

(NB. Been asked to write this for Bang about what does poetry mean to me?)

I started poetry as a freedom of expression before it became a freedom from my soul tapping away at something else altogether and I had wrote several books, fronted several bands (some more successful and tuneful than others), fronted a spoken word Podcast (Spoken Label) and now writing articles on a weekly for a online arts magazine all linked to that frightened young man who didn’t now what he wanted. I think that young man if he had a time machine would be proud of what he grew up to become knowing my journey as a poet has took off in all kinds of directions but has remained honest to myself throughout. 

Andy N, Poet, Podcaster, Musician and Journalist.

(also Bang magazine have published six newish poems of mine here) 

(Poets Unlimited Issue 5 has also published some new poems of mine here also)

(My work with the Sunday Tribune is also producing new material on a weekly basis here and all of my Podcasts which can be seen on the Podcast page have all been very very busy)