Poems by Barry Tebb
Requiescam
... Let me lie with the sighing wind for choir,Moss and lichen my only coverWhen my earthy days are over ...
A Memory At Sixty
... ce,The clatter over cobbles of iron shoes and shouts of Whoa, lass!Hushed in this last weariness ...
To Brenda Williams writing Against The Grain
... ide, Bob, myself and John MacKendrick,Brecht and Rilkes best translatorSoon to die by his own hand ...
Oxford Anthology Of Twentieth Century Poetry
... URNSIDE,NO SWEENEY or OBRIEN(triumphs of criticism by omission),BUT WHY DID PRYNNE REFUSE TO BE IN ...
Open Letter To Andy C.
... Sorry, Writer in Residence on the Great North RunThe last thing Id ever do is listen to your spinYou risk losing potential allies in your war against the philistines,Astley, Armitage, Duffy, Sansom, unashamedly provincial,Defiantly Un-Oxbridge, not the enemy! Sorry, Andy, arse-licking's not to my taste.I always thought it wasnt yours, my mistake! ...
Sorry I Missed You
... The title of the reading was from Jimmys best collectionWith Energy To Burnwith energy to burn ...
Directions/misdirections
... posite directions-Or was it you alone I watched depart,Stood on the platform edge, anxious and alert ...
For James Simmons
... st by so farIt seemed an angelHad stolen your pen -The solitary aging singerWhispering his last song ...
Incompatabilities
... family to poetryOr at least to the kind that actually speaksAnd fails to lie down quietly on command ...
To Daisy Abey
... In sleep I dream the gratitude I know I cannot sayNow you are in a latitude where palm trees hold the swayThere are always things between us that keep getting in the wayAnd stop me from expressing the things I mean to sayIn a night of wind and weathers love will not go away. ...
Apologies For Absence
... astYour heather moor and cobbled streets allureAre something Ive put off until the braw New Year ...
New Year Poem
... thOf your outdoor vigil, measuring in blood, tears and rainYour syllable count in hour-glass of pain ...
Poem To Be Placed In A Bottle And Cast Out To Sea
... ask you all to stay with meThrough time into infinityNot even death can undoThe love I have for you ...
A Fine Madness
... to my three musesWho after all presented their excusesBut nonetheless the three all have their uses ...
An Evening With John Heath-stubbs
... pile up beyond sightOh radiant prismA wing has been torn and its feathers drift scattered by flight ...
