There was a crow
In our front yard
Just the other day
Nestling between three wheelie bins
And discarded takeaway
It scared me when I saw it
As I know they bring bad luck
It stood its ground
And stared at me
Couldn't give a flying fuck
I teased it
With a Vans trainer
Gave it a little nudge
Damaged, almost certainly
Otherwise it would have budged
I left it there
And went inside
Hoping it would go away
I cared enough
To wonder if I should
Phone the RSPCA
Ah, the internet
Would hold the clues
Tell me what I need to know
"A death within is forecast
If you see a single crow"
"One for sorrow"
I'd have to move it on
Before it did its devil's work
This crow was quiet and subdued
Meaning Lucifer was calling
Now wedged behind
The recycling caddy
This little shit
I moved the bins
Out of its way
Leaving crow and me
Staring, as if directed
By Siergo Leone
I didn't want no trouble
I didn't want to die
But if it meant
Not going to the crows
I'd pierce this corvid's eye
Yet, as the Romans noted
That was impossible to do
It crossed my path
And with a hop
Scuttled somewhere new
Across the road
Where it would cower
Beneath a Nissan Micra
I smile, and keen for victory
I shout "I could've had you".
Later, sat watching Britain's Got Talent
I hear a car start, reverse
Then a raucous call
Echo through the streets
Tomorrow, I'll discover that
Finding a dead crow on the road is good luck.
Copyright Dave Windass 2010
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Fleas By Terry Ireland
They took away his body armour
and he got killed by shot
For the serving soldier
just one ending of the plot.
There's no dignity on any front line
nor any comfort for those left behind,
but the antics of politicos
and their face saving rites,
Poetry Larkin 25 - The Child Killer By Pamela Scobie
I'll just take a walk, I tell myself,
A little look around.
I like the noise and the smell of it:
Hot fat, hot sugar, hot, fat flesh.
Belonging. Being anonymous.
Then I see him through the rage and din,
Poetry - You Never Said Goodbye By David Bannister
You went away that lonely day,
You never said goodbye.
I waited till the sky was dark,
And I began to cry.
Please come home soon Mam, I did say,
It isn't very fair
I never meant what I said,
You know I really care.
The balmy, early morning
Swirls and twirls in my gaze
Primary coloured windmills
In the salt tang air
The waving, littered tide line
Edges and hems the sand
single, shell and cobbles
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Sounds By David Thompson
Beeching's decimation of the rail,
Has left a leafy woodland trail,
Once a branch line to the sticks,
Took folks to 'With' for two and six,
That passes close beside our home,
A rustic byway free to roam,
From dog walking and country hikers,
Poetry - Larkin 25 - This Is 'Ull By Bronwyn Ellis
I know the cracks in your concrete complexion,
Familiar sights and a vinegary smell,
I filter unknown through a sea of strangers,
Considering streets I remember so well,
I am the child which left your guidance,
But still I visit all the time,
And when my feet touch on your land,
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Wings By Rivelino
Shunned, unable to
pick any of heaven's locks,
an angel tricked by camouflage and a devil
tampering with earthly clocks
has his wings stripped by
the devil's winds.
Human history is mined by the angel
Poetry - Larkin 25 - 'Oe Noe Joe' By Liz Healey
I'm coming up four
And you know what's more
For invention I've got a flair.
But I just know
I'll get an 'oe noe joe'
And told to sit on the bottom stair.
I sprayed Dad's veg
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Tit for Tat By Terry Ireland
Obama kicked ass good
with the boss of BP.
Now he's had the practice
perhaps we'll all see
ass kicked at Union Carbide
about the Bhopal disaster,
still polluting the land
twenty six long years after.
Poetry - Larkin 25 - The Dole Shop By Bronwyn Ellis
Come down to the dole shop,
With queue's of lifeless men,
Lining up like soldiers, armed with logbooks and a pen.
Come bask in their depression,
The air is hushed and bleak,
Each person striving to survive on fifty pound a week.
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Poetry - Larkin 25 - Dancer in the Sky By Helen Burke
Today, I saw a dancer in the sky -
And she was me.
Well, obviously she wasn't.
I use the term loosely, but something about
The way she kicked ass, head-butted clouds
The way her eyes billowed out with rain
Then hoped for sun,
Was reminiscent of this other self.
This painted bird.
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Heed The Warning By Patricia Gray
They told us on the telly to use protection
As that is the best way to avoid infection
But I didn't realise while I was having fun
The amount of damage which could be done
Till I went to the doctors on that day
and he looked so serious, filled me with dismay
I'm sorry to tell you, you've got an infection
Poetry Larkin 25 - Calm Before the Storm By Malcolm Wilson Bucknall
All around a stillness settles,
To cloak the solitude of night.
Sombre skies hang gaunt and heavy,
A calm befalls the fading light.
Then sounds of thunder swell in volume,
Lightning scars a crimson sky.
Tortured winds increase their fury,
Poetry - What Happens Next? By Steve Johnson
Everyone's here. Everyone.
Black and white, yellow and red, from leaders to the homeless.
Some people watch on the television,
some people listen carefully to the radio,
As the tense reporters speak to the world.
In the desert, the red carpet lies.
The stage is lit, and the microphone is prepared.
Poetry Coming to a Street Near You By Mike Watts
He's got tattooed arms
Thick as logs
And struts around with
Two big dogs
All teeth and gob
(To compensate his
He goes to work
Poetry Larkin 25 - The Sound that the Librarian Heard By Amber Goodwin
It wasn't until the librarian was quiet,
Seated comfortably in a chair and
Waiting, that he heard it That particular sound.
It encircled the empty hall,
Seeping into the chair, the air,
Moving through the house, its wall
A sound that could not be snared.
Poetry Larkin 25 - Burns Night Hangover By Pamela Scobie
Rabbie came hame frae Burns Night
In two thousand and three,
Pissed up and looking for a fight,
So he picks on me.
Put me in casualty.
I've never liked poetry.
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Poetry - Larkin 25 - Air Messiah By Ashley Fisher
Welcome aboard to Air Messiah's
to Jehovah's Pearly Gate Airport.
Prophecies are good and we pray
for a smooth ascension. To ensure a pleasant passing over for
yourselves and other passengers
please observe the following rules: