Tuesday, 15 June 2021

Damaris Hayman - d. June 3rd 2021

I cast the runes this morning
and they were clear; 
death is nigh 
for the jolly Englishwoman, 
the white witch in tweeds, 
giggling at her own reflection 
in the depths of her reticule.

Monday, 14 June 2021

Ned Beatty - d. June 13th 2021

You have meddled
with the primal forces 
of nature, unclothed 
masculinity previously 
unseen but now all gone, 
steel into rust and dust, 
heading downstream.

Sunday, 13 June 2021

Edward de Bono - d. June 9th 2021

This poem says not why but how
This poem says not soon but now
This poem says to learn not know 
This poem says to find not show
This poem follows no straight lines
This poem will be redesigned

Friday, 28 May 2021

Freddy Marks - d. May 27th 2021

Here’s to those like you,
grinning in bubble perms
and purple dungarees,
with nothing better to do
than paint a child’s world 
seven shades of memories.

Monday, 24 May 2021

Max Mosley - d. May 24th 2021

Your end hurtles towards you
at high-speed; unswervable as 
the legacy of your name, banal 
as a seedy hotel, its final truth
never in the public interest.


Tuesday, 18 May 2021

Spencer Silver - d. May 8th 2021

You left a note to history,
stuck to screen and worktop,
read, peeled off and binned,
a few words when all's done.

Wednesday, 28 April 2021

Michael Collins - d. April 28th 2021

Your name is circumlunar,
from light to dark to light, 
an orbit that can never decay.
Once the loneliest human
alive, this is your final flight
to a moon lit by eternal day.

Thursday, 22 April 2021

Les McKeown - d. April 20th 2021

I could lament you, but why begin it?
There were still girls to have fun with,
if only for the briefest minute,
but we ran out of gangs to run with.
Bye bye to the past: there's nothing in it.

Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Jim Steinman - d. April 19th 2021

 ...and I swear he's deader 
than the death 
of the American dream.
Yes I swear he's deader
than the death
of the American dream.
Deader than the death!
Deader than the death!
Death Death Death Death Death
of the American 

Sunday, 18 April 2021

Peter Terson - d. April 8th 2021

I learned a trade from you;
how the dirt and melodrama
of the ugly game was nothing
to the poetry of terraces and kops.
And you really shook them up,
and we shall be, 
we shall all be moved.

Friday, 16 April 2021

Helen McCrory - d. April 16th 2021

What materials: voice
like the slitting of lace,
eyes like quiet fireworks,
every glance speaking
of quiet feminine steel
and a gypsy’s curse.

Monday, 12 April 2021

Shirley Williams - d. April 12th 2021

Whatever stripe you wear
in the chambers of possibility, 
you cannot simply be,
you must do; change course
when the path blurs, veers;
find new ways for your cause.

Wednesday, 24 March 2021

George Segal - d. March 23rd 2021

On the great stage of days
you are what you were. Fun,
even through the fallow years,
the typical American, always.
And classy? More than a touch.

Tuesday, 23 March 2021

Frank Worthington - d. March 22nd 2021

Look! The Georgie Best
of the basement classes,
a ponytailed Maradona, 
iconoclast in cowboy boots,
Elvis with rolled-down socks.
Too late! He's left us for dead.

Tuesday, 16 March 2021

Yaphet Kotto - d. March 15th 2021

Anybody ever tell you 
you look dead, man, like 
the shadow of a coffin?
Sure, you can graft 
a living in deep space,
or hustle with Mr Big, but
everyone knows names 
is for tombstones, baby.

Saturday, 13 March 2021

Murray Walker - d. March 13th 2021

I stood at Stowe, 
for you to call the blurs through 
one by one, voice over-revving
like a bad gear change, but 
the track had fallen silent, 
and I have to stop now, because
I have a lump in my throat.

Thursday, 11 March 2021

Lou Ottens - d. March 6th 2021

Side 1 Track 1:
this boy by the radio
taping the Top Forty
on your box of secrets,
spooling his life across
capstan heads, capturing
himself on ferrous oxide.

Wednesday, 3 March 2021

Chris Barber - d. March 2nd 2021

I left a little flower for you,
New Orleans blue. Next day 
I found petals trampled 
into the rug, a red-hot 
combo stomping as they 
soloed in your name, 
not in grief but in joy.

Tuesday, 2 March 2021

Bunny Wailer - d. March 2nd 2021

Pass it on! The herb is dead
that grew out of a golden age.
Who feels it knows it in their soul,
that sweet voice born of ghetto rage.

Sunday, 28 February 2021

Johnny Briggs - d. February 28th 2021

Here’s to the chancer’s chancer,
to the barrow born but on the up,
at the bar, grinning, pocket full 
of knickers, waving a tenner
- I’ll get these large Scotch,
and one for yourself, darlin’.