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September 27, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Out Living / Us All
So many Warren Zevon songs are here in my heart, I’ve kept them there a while. Sha la-la, la la… The lines that drip with irony and cynicism still sting with so much heart. That was the hardest – and toughest – part in understanding his brand of madness. He knew, more than so many […]Archive
September 24, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Fading Lights
Another life might have been different, the fading lights can never signal that. Another world is there inside this one. The lights won’t fade again. They’ll flicker, signal of something new. Something good, something not quite true. Another life is like another TV show. You won’t get through it all – but there’s no harm […]Archive
September 22, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Deselfing
Liking isn’t Voting Voting isn’t Doing Doing isn’t Changing Changing isn’t Happening Happening isn’t Stopping Stopping isn’t Starting Starting is a Chance Chancing is a Hope Hoping is a go Going is a plan Planning is a mustArchive
September 21, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Coincidental
once an almost supernatural sign, now just the algorithm deceiving you into friendship. But always about commerce.Archive
September 21, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: I Am Becoming More Like Myself
it’s exhausting, but exhilarating it’s embarrassing, but elating I’m hopelessly devoted to backdating. The me that I used to be, is back by unpopular demand. It’s out of my hands but totally by my command.Archive
September 19, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: That’s Not Nothing
The thing about this poetry lark is that it is absolutely no joke whatsoever. It never was. And never will be. It’s one of the things that’s kept me here and vaguely on track and given me hope and heart and hype – or allowed me to offer some of those things out to the […]Archive
September 18, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Rewriting School Field Trips
It was about 30 years ago. School field trip. We were on a bus. The way school field trips usually started. Well, they started with a sense of relief that it wasn’t a regular day of school. You walked in a little lighter that day. The bus would take you to a farm – the […]Archive
September 17, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Ghost Finding His
(an ‘Enlightened’ found poem – w/ thanks and apologies to Mike White) To be a ghost is not without pleasure, you are light and can float and are able to slip in and out and be unseen – or seen when only you chose; maybe more heard than seen – if you know what I […]Archive
September 15, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Talent
I put a copy of my book next to one by Billy Collins. Only one thing separates us now.Archive
September 14, 2021 by Simon Sweetman
Lockdown Poetry
I thought I’d share some poems I’ve written in lockdown. I’m not sure they signify a state of mind – then again that’s exactly what poetry does. And all the time. Anyway, here are some of the newest poems I’ve written – across the last couple of weeks: Two FiresArchive
September 13, 2021 by Simon Sweetman