Posts Tagged Poem
Archive
September 18, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: realtalk
no one ever built a statue in honour of a critic but only because they knew it could never be good enoughArchive
September 16, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Bruce Springsteen Grinning-Statue Show
Bruce Springsteen is a craftsman, hell of a writer but fuck all that chest-puffing and that stupid-ass grin. Gimme Paul Kelly with his mortician’s grimace, his songs for the ages and the usual Australian lack of self-doubt. It’s not a competition but Bruce Springsteen is auditioning for his own statue, and Paul Kelly is doing […]Archive
September 15, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Sunday Crooners
Sunday crooners sing with my heart in their mouth put their soul into words I could only ever hope to write ignite the world with a slow-burning kiss.Archive
September 13, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Stuff, Not Nonsense
We have no idea how good we are to ourselves when we’re being good to other people. Today I not only met one of my heroes I told her how good I thought she was. (The truth, of course). Her reply was that me and my compliment had arrived at the end of a day […]Archive
September 10, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: It Takes Time To Heal But Time Is Not A Healer
No, I am not a healer, I’m too self-centric. Wounds bring words. And I need the material.Archive
September 7, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Sometime Soon.
Some days you’re the pigeon, other days you’re the statue. Is that how the saying goes? Fuck knows, but it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like a pigeon – and even longer since I’ve wanted to. I’ll take whatever crap you throw at me. I’ll get up from this slumber, remove my feet […]Archive
September 5, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: the reviews of the reviews of the new tool album have not been very clear
as we bury ourselves deep in the machine searching for meaning, silently screaming you could remember that woody allen has done more good work than most. and that being a decent person was never a condition, not the requirement – always just a bonus. our own darkest moments are private thoughts, the scrutiny of others […]Archive
September 4, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: new lovesong
i’d sink to my knees if i didn’t have you. i should sink to my knees because i do.Archive
September 2, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Quick Fix
My dad rang to say they’d be on their way down to fix the drier-door. He’d found a new one for only a hundred bucks and he’d finished all his other jobs so the four-hour drive to stay the night was a good way to fill in a Monday, they’d bring tea as well… They […]Archive
September 1, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Dumb Luck
We did so many dumb things when we were young. We’re lucky to be here. Lucky to be anywhere. Lucky not to be anywhere else. Some of us weren’t so lucky. We don’t know how lucky we are. Some died or took their own lives. And yes, on one level we all are dying. But […]Archive
August 29, 2019 by Simon Sweetman