Gateshead Poems - Poems about Gateshead

...THE SOUND OF TOWNS Announcing my address in Gateshead Usually started me feeling half dead. The flames crackled as the Detroit River burned to Toledo While my soft guitar chords echoed ove......

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...ONLY TWENTY YEARS Who can know the future of twenty years And discount the dim offerings of Gateshead? What 12 year old can imagine The emptiness of prairies in Montana Or smell from fif......

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...FOUR LOVE AFFAIRS The French health food shop Near Vasilyastrovskaya metro, With a tiny patio garden bench - Fell in love there with the language of the French. Closed now for property dev......

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...TWO ENGLANDS Sinewy towns and men with tight muscles And cloth cap against grey rainy skies Houses, trees, open spaces......

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...GATESHEAD MUSIC Not a storybook place of rhymes and chimes of bells My childhood England was dark and dirty, And instead of the skirl of bagpipes or the weeping fiddle, There were fa......

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...THE OCEAN OF THE CHILD MIND Mirage of shimmering hot air Between the bus stop And the newsagent's shop Above the tarred road there. Saltwell Park lake shipped Me out on voyages of mind-o......

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...These steep hills are part of me Where I learned to ride a bike And gazed over the industrial haze And ice-dammed the steep melting streets So the toy boat couldn’t Drift out of control downslope. ......

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...SEASONAL PLACES Spring is found in the Lowland valleys with gowan-filled braes of Scotland When the early-reaching flowers bloom in cool freshness, and The air is bracing and always new-washed-......

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...WHAT’S IN A NAME ? Who can ever define what they really are? I‘m . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . a….? Even God wasn’t sure and said only - I am who . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . am Define elec......

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...SHADOW TOWN A shadow town with only a past Abandon hope all ye who cross The black iron bridge over the smell of the Tyne Tyres hiss on the wet road as they pass And leave me here in the dark ......

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...BUT ESPECIALLY EAST LANSING Cell phone with a woodywoodpecker ringtone; Russian style of guitar-playing with strummed beats; Regina-Saskatoon red-eye with “collapsible” seats; Getting a tick......

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...GOING BACK It was not an endearing place, a storybook place With little cottages and Loaded fruit trees from which apples could be casually filched, Nor were there sparkling streams ......

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...THINGS THAT HATE ME Spaghetti, for I don’t allow it to outrun my utensil I chop it all to inch-long pieces then use my fork as a shovel. Expensive French wine, for I won’t ever pr......

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...IN THE BLUEBELL WOODS AT SHOTLEY BRIDGE Shotley Bridge woods must no longer exist Though I looked for them often as an adult. Eventually I stopped looking fior the woods. However, I often r......

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...SHORT TRIP TO CULLERCOATS HEAVEN Summer day in Gateshead grim Go with limping uncle John Leave the slums and factories dim. Train to Cullercoats on our own. Steep cliff ......

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