Reading, Writing and Rambling!

It's been a good few days...well for my writing at least.

Monday gave me the opportunity to read many of my poems at a much quieter than normal Bards. The silly thing is that I actually had nothing new to read this time, so as soon as I sat down on the train I began writing. Pen in hand, and on the notebook I always carry I managed to write 5 poems, which were mainly utter tripe...which is a pity really seeing how I had no more room to write, I had filled the pages of my notebook. Of course throughout the short journey back to Bidston, my head was filled with all manner of phrases and lines that I could not write down because I had run out of paper. Bowling out of the train and into the blinding light of the 24hour Tescos I headed straight for the stationary aisle only to find there were no cheap small note books, in fact the only pocket sized notebook was £2.50! Two bloody pound fifty! Of course by the time I arrived home and was able to start writing, nothing. That's right nothing came! All those wonderful phrases and lines were gone. That'll teach me to buy a new notebook before the old one is full!

Tuesday however has been great...well good...well okay. After not being able to get to sleep I didn't bowl out of bed until 11pm. Yep, that's right I' m a lazy sod! Anyway, I trek to the royal mail depot to pick up a parcel, only for them to tell me...'It's already gone out for re-delivery'. So getting home from there I sit down to update Writer's Forum, for the first time in a few weeks! Of course that means loads of stuff that I've been meaning to do has piled up but never-the-less I sit down and get it done. Before I know it the clock is saying it's 18:30 and I've got to leave to get to the discussion group at Wirral Words! Now, that means quickly printing out my info sheets (the one's I'd prepared earlier), without noticing two grammatical errors, grabbing something to eat and briskly heading toward the bus stop. Despite all this, and my rather ropey presentation on the purpose and devices of the EU, it was an interesting discussion.

So now I'm sitting blogging at 1:30am on wednesday because yet again I have insomnia so I have edited a couple of poems I wrote whilst sitting on the chair next to the Third floor window in the Maritime Museum in Liverpool, and here they are!

The Ferries

Now on that river,
They call the Mersey,
Sail the ferries,
That are known to so many.

Cruising that river,
Day after day,
They carry the people,
Safe on their way.

With the wind in your hair,
And spray on your face,
You don’t really notice,
The bustling decks below.

The waves hit the bow,
As the Liver Birds watch,
And the commentary plays,
As you leave the dock.

The overpriced tickets,
And coffee and cakes,
Won’t faze you at all,
As the ferry pootles along.

There is just one thing,
That’ll get you annoyed,
It’s that song by Jerry,
That sinks spirits, once buoyed.

The City of Liverpool

A city divided,
By it’s many creeds and cultures,
Is also a city united,
By it’s people, culture and art.

A city at war,
Plagued by hate, violence and toil,
Is also a city at peace,
With it’s people so warm and welcoming.

The lights and love,
Arts and Architecture,
The violence, the vanity,
The knives and dives.

The poetry and prose,
Pain and pandemonium,
The modern and magnificent,
The aggression and anarchy.

A city divided,
By red and blue,
Is also united,
By heritage and heart.

A city at war,
With itself,
Is also a city at peace,
On the banks of the river,
That they call the Mersey.

The 3rd Floor Window

There's a place,
In the Maritime Museum,
A special place,
Where you can sit and dream,
It's a seat by the window,
Where you can watch the world go by.

Up there,
On that 3rd Floor,
It's peaceful and quiet,
No matter how much,
Chaos surrounds you.

There's a place,
In the Maritime Museum,
I love to sit and write,
It's on that seat,
By that window,
On that third floor.