Poetry.

Corona Virus Stew – poem by Leela Soma

FiveRings at English Wikipedia / CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0) Recipe May 2020  Ingredients: Shopping list flour, toilet rolls, food, food, Stock pile, no space, greed, look after number 1 Stay home, save lives, save the NHS Watch TV, social distance at 2 metres, daily update Ventilators, nightingale hospital, PPE Care home deaths, scientists graphs, flatten the […]

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Poetry by Jim Doolan

O to see again Across the fields and meadows, I cast a cautious eye, Perchance to catch a fleeting glimpse Of fairies, O so shy. For many years I’ve watched forlorn, To catch a further view Of what I saw one Summer’s morn Upon the sun-kissed dew.   Their wings were as gossamer, Their form […]

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National Poetry Day 2019 – Glasgow Poets

Basia Palka I am beginning to doubt the existence of Human beings, for they seem to me Not altogether there, whereas for angels I can safely say that they are either there Or not there Everyday angels Walk Byres Road With Wings Folded up Angels have no need of lips For they kiss with their […]

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Poetry at Inn Deep

Tuesday 19 February, 2019 7.30 p.m. – 10.30 p.m. Here’s how it’s looking Beth Cochrane Elizabeth McGeown Aidan Rivett Felix Mac Alirio Mccalla Theo Shanko Lotte Sea Calum Roger Theo Shanko FEB 26TH, 2019 SAMUEL GLOVER BOOK LAUNCH Starts at 7:30 ish and we’ll be done at 10:00 ish Free in . Hosted by Poetry […]

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Poetry: Lahore, I am coming by Rizwan Akhtar

Rizwan Akhtar works as an Assistant Professor in the Department of English, Punjab University, Lahore, Pakistan. He completed his PhD in postcolonial literature from the University of Essex. His poetry has been published in the the UK and countries throughout the world including:   Canada, India, New Zealand and U.S.A. Poems from Rizwan Akhtar’s first collection ‘Lahore, […]

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The Last Leaf – a poem for Autumn by Catriona Malan

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Leela Soma: ‘Vermillion’ a poem for Autumn

‘Autumn’ in the broadest sense. It is how Indian widows had to undergo a ritual  in olden days to give up all their ornaments, even the red dot on their forehead wear only white. Life stopped if their husbands passed away. Vermillion Leaves fall down, blown away in the autumnal blitz Gold strewn paths crunch and crackle underfoot A […]

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Home Grown In Glasgow – a poem for International Women’s Day by Ruby McCann

Home Grown In Glasgow I am woman  a sister of Glasgow a pale skinned, freckled-faced Scot a she-child fae the sou’ side a native Glaswegian Mither Glasgow shaped me   I am a child of many born into this city I am Pict, I am Celt I am Irish, Scottish, and Glaswegian a city born, […]

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Silence a poem inspired by snow by Leela Soma

Silence   And still it snows Gently fall the snowflakes Stars of  crystalline perfection Earth yielding to soft abundance Enveloped in a cocooning white silence Leela Soma, March, 2018

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Valentine Haiku by Leela Soma

Haiku The gurgling feadan beside us We watch the landskein paint the sky Last kiss shared, she left. Leela Soma, Glasgow Writer

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Glasgow West End: Poetry and Writing

Bohemian Chemistry by Stephen Watt Saxophone jazz swanks out from the Oran Mor barwhere toy school kids on tightrope wallstry not to fall; plucking air guitars.The instrument does not seem to matter. Streetlights spark bonfires in dying, west end heavens –a half crescent moon is fish-hooked on university buildings,brimming with assiduous students’ laughter. Traffic cones […]

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Out of Sight by Ciara MacLaverty: a poem about love.

Out of Sight The best thing You do for me is to let me be as I am (better than  I do for myself, I add) and when necessary you meet my what if it doesn’ts with a what if it does… You teach me more than you know- though I don’t always tell you […]

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Poetry by Mr Henry Bell

Henry Bell is 52. He lives in Glasgow’s East End and has been writing poetry for a few years. You can read some of his work here:   Sky light The  mother  earths  my  homeCos  iv  no  where  else  to  goShut  down  the  hostelsNow  iv no  where   to goGot no money for a  B and […]

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Two Cities – a poem by Leela Soma

Buffalo NY and Glasgow, so much in common.  Tartan & Turmeric Two cities The two could be twinned, history so familiar Niagara River, and Erie Canal made this city As grain silos rose up in the sky, men worked hard To get the grain ashore, milled and built steel. The city of light, the Niagara […]

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Spoken Word Events in Glasgow

Listings Courtesy of Stephen Watt Last Monday At Rio  Cafe Rio, Hyndland Street, Partick – held on the final Monday each month (c/o Robin Cairns) 27 Hyndland Street, Glasgow, G11 5QF. 0141 334 9909 Seeds Of Thought CCA, Sauchiehall Street – held on second Saturday each month (c/o Tawona Sithole)350 Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow G2 3JD […]

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Poetry by Stephen Watt

Stephen Watt is a poet and performer from Glasgow. Stephen’s debut collection of poetry “Spit” was published by Bonacia in 2012. His poetry has been described as ‘kitchen sink film noir’ (which he admits he hasn’t a clue what it means either), punk, gothic, surrealist, and, on occasion, fantastical. Buy Spit Online Stephen will be […]

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Things I`ve Learned In France, Stuart Paterson

There are no taxis in Fontainebleau You gather a group of pals for a good night out in a local, buzzing tourist hotspot. Some pizza cooked in front you by a handlebar-moustachioed Italian lunatic, followed by a couple of top gigs (Cyrille Aimee & Les Doigts de l’Homme, since you asked) at a beautiful old […]

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Ayah a poem by Leela Soma

Ayah My child eye watches,Ayah’s Rangoli patterns bright, on the newly washed verandaThe dots threaded together like pearls of life’s experienceCultural traditions handed down in perfect symmetryThe opalescent sky shimmers anewA visual joy starts the day. My child ear hears,Her quiet, broken piece by pieceThe coffee machine, grinds beans, the aroma rich.Golden sun beats down noon […]

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Stuart Paterson, blogging from Grez sur Loing: Science fiction poetry

Techni-quarks – what are they? Where did they come from? Where are they going? Do they even exist? Is the God Particle aware of them? The answers to all of these questions can be found below by my guest blogger Techni-Quark Googolplex 23b56x000. Unfortunately, since it`s a techni-quark, which can exist at any given point […]

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Stuart Paterson, blogging from Grez sur Loing: Tuned In.

    Without wishing to sound like a Big Brother House inhabitant, I`ve been living at Hotel Chevillon for nigh on 3 weeks now. 3 weeks ago this coming Saturday, just after midday, I fell out of the Paris-Montargis train at Bouronne-Marlotte, completely unaware of what to expect, still a bit groggy from 3 days […]

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Poetry by Maria Venditozzi

The Gift of Tulips What I admire about tulipsis their optimism.When freshly cut,their bodies are taut, tightas a nubile girl.Heads pert, faces shyly pretty. But, after time,like most of us, they geta bit soft round the middle.Loyal leaves wrap round,close as a sari, to spareblushes about their sagging stems. Colour becomes more vibrant,lush green, cupped […]

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Stories of Love and Love Poems: No Dust Settles by Paul McCafferty

No Dust Settles by Paul McCafferty No dust settles on that place.The old place,the new one.Though trees have stretched and grass has grown around flowers openedto the sun. No other feet have walked there.Often I hear the song of wee birds that tweetabout our ancient home.I have seen so many cities come and go. Sudden […]

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Love Stories and Poems by Glasgow Writers: Sound of the Wind by Paul McCafferty

Sound On The WindFor Claudia Accosta Fernanda Beccera by Paul McCafferty Sound carries on the wind.Funny thing. It gets tane upin the sail of breeze or brutal gale.The mumble of a Love you.The shout of a Fuck off.The drunken echoesof slow 3:am wanderersalways lookin for ‘Malky’.On some still afternoonsI’ve found ma self standinwi a fresh […]

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Tell it Slant Poetry Bookshop Glasgow

Fleming House, 134 Renfrew St, Glasgow G3 6ST Review by Pat Byrne, Book Launch, Tell it slant, 2nd June, 2014: (Review of A Bird Is Not A Stone /) A bookshop specialising in poetry in all forms and in all languages: printed, audio and visual, including pamphlets, rare, out-of-print, and second-hand. Tell it slant poetry […]

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Poem: Mrs McBoo and Mrs McShoe

In a Glasgow flatIn a very nice street, Lived Mrs McBoo and Mrs McShoe. They were very tidy,And every Friday,They scrubbed and cleanedUntil the whole place gleamed.They cooked and bakedUntil their poor arms ached.Then sat back and sighedWith a cup of tea, And said to each other –“a good job done,Now let’s have some fun.” […]

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