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RRRlogo48pm tonight UK time the Broken Verb is on the theme of nature. Submit poetry here to be read or played on November’s show. Next shows theme is alcohol. The written word or mp3 are acceptable formats.

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Peace.

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Dreich

rainMy breath was hard,
Tough, as I climbed.
Grass of foot and wet,
I trod.
I found solace
Alone, by my side.
Misty winds distracted me.
Tempted me away
From my sodden silence.
I remembered then
Why I came.
                                                                             Why I stood.
                                                                            On damp hills
                                                                           Where drizzle and dew
                                                                          Sit side by side
                                                                         On gentle blades.
                                                                        Where grey clouds
                                                                       Whisper secrets
                                                                      To comfort the broken.
                                                                     I came
                                                                   To remember
                                                                 Why I stood.


The Broken Verb

Tonight at 8pm UK time The Broken verb spoken word poetry show is on the theme of ‘Politics’. Thank you to everyone who contributed their written and recorded poems and time.

Next months theme is ‘Love and Despair’. Light and lovely, dark and desperate, pleasure or pain. You tell me. Submit poetry here, or timkerton@yahoo.co.uk, or @timkerton on twitter. Record your own words in your own voice in mp3 or wav format or send me the written words by August 24th. 

Click here to listen. http://www.reelrebelsradio.com/

If you miss the scheduled time the show will be saved in the archives.

Love.


The Drunken Junk

  styx

 

His thin brittle anger broke free again.

Sharp shards of pain pushed out.

I silently encouraged him.

Entertain me.  Please.

I’m bored.

Opening sunny gates, we drift…

Lengthways..

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

Overhanging trees undermined our cynicism.

Too beautiful.

Too nice.

For us.

Spit and curse for me.

Poison my day.

bloody boatman.

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

My violence was swift.

Cunning. Nasty.

He saw nothing.

Felt everything.

Steel  glanced off bone.

Flesh fell away.

bloody boatman.

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

Drifting now.

Lighter. Sweeter.

Awash with blood.

The deck was slippery.

One heave.

His splash made me chuckle.

bloody boatman.

 

 

 

 

 


The Broken Verb

Tonight at 8pm UK time The Broken verb spoken word poetry show is on the theme of ‘Bankers’. Thank you to everyone who contributed their poems and time.

 

Click to here listen. http://www.reelrebelsradio.com/

 

If you miss the scheduled time the show will be saved in the archives.

 

Love.

 

 


ResIstanbul

 

 

 

I wanted to see what was happening.

Switched the TV to CNN Turk.

A penguin documentary filled my screen.

While CNN International was live on the scene.

 

We are all penguins

But some more than others.

Police brutality unites

Children and mothers.

 

Bring us your tear gas,

Some water from your cannon

The camera goes both ways

We will force you to re-examine

 

Your brutal theft of all we hold dear

Your violence, your hate, your culture of fear.

Your encroachment upon our secular state

Your attempt to undermine us. Alienate.

 

This park is a symbol

 One of many last stands

I pity you having to watch

As our movement expands

 

This isn’t about one country

One city, one town

This is global resistance

And we’re not backing down

Our Freedom of expression,

Our Freedom of assembly

Our Freedom of press

Our right to expect nothing less

 

You have taken our liberty

Our sight and our lives

Now sit back and watch

As your world crumbles and dies.

 

Because we’re not resting until

You tumble from power

Until you beg for forgiveness

Hour after hour

 

We are all penguins

But some more than others.

Police brutality unites

Children and mothers.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKziBguV7JM


A murder of prose, a pride of lines..

Collective noun

for a collection of nouns?

Underground buses

and washed up towns.

 

Opened up and ruined, I let the wind in.

Rich man vs. poor man, this old beggar will win.

 

Understand that dynamic.

Un-sink our Titanic.

Our destruction designed it.

My cruel mistress confined it.

 

Shut down and smashed, I lock the rain out.

Roof vs. sky, that old beggar has clout.

 

Follow your lead?

Unlock my greed?

Fuck you. Your creed.

Your unnecessary need.

 

Your words have a choice.

They represent your voice.

But neither adhere

to the things we hold dear.

 

Closed in and battered, I let the sun shine.

Conflict vs. passion, one old beggar’s divine.

 

Wine in my glass.

Death on my plate.

I’d rather die ten years too early.

Than ten minutes too late.

 

Un-Tory this benefit, un-bonus my bank.

Un-vomit the single malt whisky you drank.

 

You do none of this of course.

In fact it gets worse.

Nothing to say ‘cept a warning or curse.

 

Scrawled in sick on the tube station floor.

Mind the gap.

Mind the gap.

Mind the gap between the rich and the poor.