2024 - Resting my weary head

That third night out I wrote of yesterday
It's not come to pass, for I need a rest
Too tired to play guitar, long since I played
Maybe tomorrow... But I've made the best
Of tonight, watching 'Bloom' - a Dublinfest
Based on 'Ulysses' - and the Pope's recent
Visit to Venice - now the football - just
Heard City are beating Chelsea, they went
Behind but now it's 2-1. The Apprent-
ice starts tonight, I'll catch the end. OK -
I think there's a text from H... Love in jest...
Soon there may even be some pictures sent
Could have done poetry or comedy
Tonight out there. Once more, the delayed quest

2023 - 3 Minute Hero

After I got back home from the Sandbar
Last night, I decided I had to write
A piece for a new night - that's tomorrow
Or tonight now, of course - tonight's the night
Because of this, I went to bed real late
But nonetheless woke up fairly early
And decided I'd something new to write
For another poetry night on Wednesday
At which there's a £5 fee for entry
There's open mic slots and some poetry star
Or other, and some local folks they rate
But back to tonight, at the 3MT
(3 Minute Theatre) - I did 3 or 4
Minutes early on - not the best of nights

Tuesday 20 March

2022 - The sands of rhyme

I'm here in the Sandbar once more, once more
It's dark, subdued, the poetry film plays on
Performances from 1984
There'll be some recitations when it's done
Some invited readers, and I am one
I've written some punk-themed stuff for tonight
Hopefully when I read, my nose won't run
Brian Patten's reading, dair hair curls so tight
This tiny notebook's great - it fits inside
My inside jacket pocket, with my store
Of two pens, good quality, that someone
Got me for Christmas - I've used it to write
Some ideas down, sparked by Mr Roger
McGough, and this sonnet, and maybe more...

Monday 19 March

Sunday 18 March 2012

No entry for this day (a very rare event) - it slipped my mind. I did a fair bit of writing of performance poetry for Monday evening, but obviously forgot to write my daily sonnet that day. Oops!

2021 - I'd forgotten what it felt like

I'd forgotten what it felt like - a cold
Has gripped my ear, nose and throat department
And brought it down like stock markets when told
About banks' financial mismanagement
I'm sniffy and I don't mean snotty, meant
Full of it (not full of shit), though my nose
Is full of snot, we ain't got amusement
My two nostrils - I need the skills to close
Them like a dam to stop damaging flows
And what about my throat? I was too bold
With speech today - verbal outpourings went
Forth rather like a firth, and the pain rose
I feel like Rod Stewart when he has sold
Out tours and strained his throat when he shouldn't

2020 - An evening with Jesus

I've got a cold, my first one for ages
An itchy nose, running a little bit
Tired, could have had one of my sick days
But cos I'm so hard-working (!) I didn't
Luckily I'm staying at home tonight
I've got 'Jesus of Nazareth' with me
A miracle, please Jeez, make me feel right!
How come I have such blessed company?
He's only on a borrowed DVD
I like to watch this stuff as Easter nears
His life story - or myth - is hard to beat
It describes cleverly how life should be
And still has relevance today - all those
Who believe, derive their false hopes from it

2019 - It noh funny

I've got a bug, my nose feels nuclear
At work today I felt I was melting
But afterwards I went to Manchester
And enjoyed a comedy night, laughing
At the short fat compere whose bullshitting
Was less funny than his students' acts - well
Done to them, very brave. I was drinking
Guinness, four pints in the end. I am ill
But despite my nose and throat state, I still
Bought ten fags on the way back, for failure
To buy a single fag from the smoking
People I met led to a lack of will
And I bought a pack I didn't need. Saw
Both Manchester clubs receive a kicking...