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Welcome Here

© Liam Wilkinson

Hear of the hate I have for these poems
as they arrive, out of the night
wanting the small bowls of my appreciation
as I put out a sheet of paper
and let them piss all over the place.

Return To The Esplanade

© Liam Wilkinson

Here is the Red Lea Hotel, the Royal,
the house we said wed buy with the writers turret,
the memorial benches, parked in remembrance.

Im in a strange mood tonight.I aim for the moon and laugh
as the elastic snaps behind me,collapsing the whole contraption
until I look like the lunatic,tangled in the chaos of the death
of a mechanical butterfly.

Election Day Campaign

© Liam Wilkinson

One child takes cover beneath our bay window, he waits on grazed knees for his breath to come back and checks the ammo in his Fairy Liquid bottle.
I suddenly realise Im a war poet.The schools are polling stations, the streets scorched by sun and wet with water bombs.
I stick out my head in an effort to experience the conflict of odds against evens.An army springs from number seven
and Im hit - an orange balloon at my shoulder - the crouching soldier comes to my aid with a towel and, with failing breath, I tell him where I keep the hose.

The Execution

© Liam Wilkinson

Hearth rugs are
beaten in the yard.Each sink is made
to swallow bleach.Shirts
are hung.Crockery

Back Bedroom Baroque

© Liam Wilkinson

The Flautist can hardly raise his elbow
above the Harpsichordists shoulders,
crammed as they are between several
Violinists and an antique dresser.

Psalm 07

© John Milton

Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd less,
And fre'd my foe for naught;

From 'Samson Agonistes' i

© John Milton

OH how comely it is and how reviving
To the Spirits of just men long opprest!
When God into the hands of thir deliverer
Puts invincible might

Psalm 04

© John Milton

Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn
How long be thus forlorn
Still to love vanity,
To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain and nothing else but lies?

On the Same

© John Milton

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs;

Psalm 05

© John Milton

Aug. 12. 1653.
Jehovah to my words give ear
My meditation waigh
The voyce of my complaining hear

To the Lady Margaret Ley

© John Milton

Daughter to that good Earl, one President
Of Englands Council and her Treasury,
Who lived in both unstained with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,

Paradise Regained: The Fourth Book

© John Milton

Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric

Psalm 85

© John Milton

Thy Land to favour graciously
Thou hast not Lord been slack,
Thou hast from hard Captivity
Returned Jacob back.

Psalm 83

© John Milton

Be not thou silent now at length
O God hold not thy peace,
Sit not thou still O God of strength
We cry and do not cease.

To the Same

© John Milton

Cyriack, this three years day these eyes, though clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear

When the Assault Was Intended to the City

© John Milton

Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.

Psalm 08

© John Milton

O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth?
So as above the Heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth,

Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity

© John Milton

IT was the Winter wilde,
While the Heav'n-born-childe,
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in aw to him

Psalm 80

© John Milton

Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Josephs seed,