Kickstart Your Heart

Here’s a list of my latest poems. Go to Kickstart Your Heart to find them all!


  • I’m not saying bikes are better
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    Let’s swap our seated places, quit honking horns and pulling faces, let’s all extend some kinder graces.   Lets both not break red stop lights, let’s not trump wrongs against rights, let’s pray none have to say last rites.   Let’s both apply our brakes and gears, let all admit their faults and fears, let’s show appreciation: say “cheers”.   Four wheels... Read more »
  • Lawrence Coster: The Apostle of Printing (c. 1420)
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    Included in your crowded CV list: candle-maker, auditor, and catechist; by Dutch canals you wooed your beau, setting her heart and mind aglow.   Then lone-seated, under willows etched, slowly your sharp knife blade sketched lovers initials on a branch, sharp incisions birthed more than mere lover’s vision.   Betrothal present then parchment-wrapped, cyphers sang in secret, cellulose sap oozed out from... Read more »
  • Hope Drunk Hearts
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    Easter Springtide – Vitali Linitsky (Russian painter, mid 70s) ___________________________________________________________________   Ancient terror prophecies, torture proven true: brow mock-crowned, blood-barbed thorns, carpenter’s palms, nail-pinioned, chiselled through – legs smashed, ankles anchored on cruel cruciform.   Eerie sun eclipse, dread-dark that slaughter scene, Christ’s carcass buried in a borrowed tomb; male followers fled, female friends stayed to keen... Read more »
  • April First Fools?
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    My wife wanted a Spring-born baby. Holly Hemmings was announced stillborn by the maternity hospital, ten days before her birth….We had prayed for a miracle. Holly was initially delivered by me, at 1 am in an isolated room, on April 1st, April Fools Day. Her little brother,  aged almost four asked:... Read more »
  • Shaftesbury, the Poor Man’s Earl
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    You shrewdly observed the pathetic poor that begged, brawled and swindled; compelled to un-bolt unjustly locked doors: scripture command and anger-kindled.   Children slept under weaving looms, and tugged wagons deep in coal caverns, roasted to death from smoke stack fumes; parents impoverished by gin taverns.   In childhood, your kind, mindful maid whispered maternal minded prayers; despotic father’s ruthless rules... Read more »
  • Bless, O sonic saints!
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  • Creaking Carriages, Stuttering Slow
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    Creaking carriages, stuttering slow, children wave and off we go, speed parts their innocent smiles, blurred black and white platform tiles, rocking rhythm, cracked record style.   Squat country cottages – you smile so! Good things in garden plots grow,   sentried by slap-dash lean to‘s: mismatched timber, weathered hues all held by rusty nails or screws. Shuttling, shouting –... Read more »
  • Words can Harm, Words can Heal
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    Words can harm, words can heal, words restore what satan steals; words can sing, words can spiel holy words once multiplied one meal. Wise words win, terse tongues blunder, spiteful words pull people asunder; still small voice, powerful as thunder – Word-soaked souls no man can plunder.                      ... Read more »
  • From Scrap Planks and Pram Wheels
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      From scrap planks and pram wheels our go kart was assembled, Forumla One resembled; brake-slowed by scraping heels.   Roads raced, paths of Ardagh Park, rope steered, comic-book speed, short-trousered knees would bleed after crashes, lad laughs – what a lark!   Traffic infrequent, caution not needed, Self-propelled, crouched low, see swift spokes sparkle so: imaginary engines revved unimpeded.   Records broken every time, proven by... Read more »
  • Her Loss of Love our Personal Gain
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    https://www.volta.ie/#!/browse/film/1781/janis-little-girl-blue   Her loss of love our personal gain, she sang-screamed deep primal pain. Janis rocked hard, almost left the rails: no warning whistle – but heart-wail.   Convention fore-fingered, she didn’t care, blatantly dismissed modesty: absent brasserie. Pioneer, prodigy, the first female rocker: A feminist Mick Jagger, a femme Joe Cocker.   Wilful and defiant, smiling to the last, promises of promiscuity... Read more »