That Little Voice in your Head
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
by aprettykettleofpoetry
3w ago
When fearing curses dominate verses and pure coincidence leads to waking dreams of waving friends ignoring passing hearses with odds in favour of things going well and mouthless spirits gagged from spinning their dark spell, that little voice in your head asks ‘But am I that jinxed to be voodoo chicken led?’ When going mad and being reckless with bottles pouring out their medicine poisonous joining in the drinking and daring yourself to dive in at the deep end of red water as you burp out speaking speech bubbles live that little voice in your head eggs you on to repeat what you just foolishly ..read more
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Big Kids’ Comic Book Thought Bubbles
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
by aprettykettleofpoetry
3w ago
As social media mimic philosophers write ‘life’s not a rehearsal’ which extras put a like for, while doing the same thing every day eternal flash car deep thinkers wear fashionable hundred dollar bill suits, and second hand beggar cat walkers rub together coppers like perfect poverty beauts. Meanwhile, hairdressers, famed for idle chat shop talk, go on strike deep in thought, as their sitting waiting mirror-gazing customers mull over their greying hair experience they might have swept away to nought. Aging over thinkers turning sixty wonder how the years went by so quickly while those living l ..read more
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Photoshopped Vision
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
by aprettykettleofpoetry
1M ago
The sea turned to turquoise from grey. When my memory lapsed, I remembered what I was here for. The rain fell like a rainbow that had missed out on people who couldn’t stay. People who were in as you knocked but who hid behind their door. All those excuses to keep horizons in the distance behind lenses double-thick. Smoking behind the bike sheds. Authority’s gonna come down on you like a ton of bricks. You never went for it 100% and your tongue’s gonna chop off your empty heads ..read more
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Imaginary World
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
by aprettykettleofpoetry
2M ago
Day dream out the window. Watch birds perch on trees. See sums mathematically disappear and photographic figures historically freeze. Watch your parents come back to life and days miraculously dawn. See your diary mundanely return to the day you were born. Watch glasses drink up bar tenders pouring down their throat benders. See calendars for decades to come and chew predictions like weather forecast gum. As bad kids get told off for telling it as it is and good teachers tell them off for making it show biz, day dream out the window and muck about making up a god that might last ‘til tomorrow ..read more
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Happy New Year, Me Hearties
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by aprettykettleofpoetry
2M ago
Happy new year to everyone dear whose names belong to your alphabet song: To A and H, J and K, B and C, D and E,G,P, T and V. F and L, M and N, S, and X and Z, W,Q,and U, R,I,Y and O. Play them on your own pirate station radio. Start the next 365 days with good intentions and peace pixel resolutions: No more missiles. No more missing files. No more money mad Machiavellians. No more limp lessons to learn lessons. Now, come on, holy brand names and vote can-stuffing X canvassing psychos, behave and put a lid on it. Let’s listen to our pirate radios and sing together a bit. Happy new year me hear ..read more
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The Cotton Club
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
by aprettykettleofpoetry
2M ago
The Cotton Club All the greatest there from Billie to Dizzie to Fats and Nat to Ethel and Count Basie. The chosen few there all ears for jazz in its golden age. Smoke veering with voices and music crackling from an old vinyl stage. But this isn’t about that or those undisputed cool cats. It’s not so upbeat with clicking fingers or tapping feet. This Cotton Club is different where ears are kept in a cotton wool box. A museum of air waves where voices waft off. When people don’t really listen. When they can’t fix their hearing aid while it’s going wrong. When it’s easier to circle round and drow ..read more
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Poetry Archive
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by aprettykettleofpoetry
2M ago
Poetry Archive Now Wordview 2023 Winners Congrats to the winners this year! I entered with ‘Mannequin Street’ and you can find the video there on Poetry Archive website ..read more
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Fleetwood Mac – Soundproof Drawer
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by aprettykettleofpoetry
5M ago
Rock ‘n’ roll is about having fun. If you keep yourself in one piece to live long enough, well done! Parents told off by their children for pretending to be happily married at a local fair. Morris dancers from Ipswich in a square. Drop-out students, apart from one, flunk ‘Psychedelia; the rock-social revolution of the 1960s” as they get pissed and take the piss out of hippies. Moos and boos and baas and aaaahhs! Don’t worry ’bout us; we’ll vote and cuss, but thank your lucky stars we’re as revolutionary as our prospects are bright being kept in the dark in soundproof drawers. As trapped miners ..read more
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Bob Dylan – Mayor of This Mortal Coil
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by aprettykettleofpoetry
5M ago
We all die and the only thing not to know is how: Some ‘cos they eat too much cow. Some ‘cos they smoke. Some ‘cos they don’t joke. We all go to the undertakers: Some ‘cos they’re unlucky overtakers. Some ‘cos they’re sinking death rowers. Some ‘cos they’re drowning maritime blowers. We all get our card marked and have to punch it: Some ‘cos they get sick. Some ‘cos they’re alcoholic. Some ‘cos they give up the ghost and the spirit. We all curl up our tootsies and push up daisies: Some ‘cos they freeze. Some ‘cos they wheeze. Some ‘cos they’re 1352-plagued with a sneeze. We all kick the bucket ..read more
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Joni Mitchell – While It Lasted
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by aprettykettleofpoetry
5M ago
Well, there was the boredom and the someday to someday humdrum and the pointless points and the listless lists and the what what matters? and the what does not. Those who never go to prison but end their days in jail who never shed a tear but tend to bawl and wail who can’t ever do what everybody does who’ll never ever be whoever ever was. So, looking at the world across a meaningless moat, it was as near as pen to paper as sometime someone wrote just a little something and a little scribbled note which somewhere got stuck in somebody’s throat ..read more
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