Alistair Graham

Veteran Poet - 1,190 Points (Belfast)

Alistair Graham Poems

41. Can't Ever Go To Bed 6/17/2017
42. Celtic Spirits 6/17/2017
43. Cook My Flesh 6/17/2017
44. Downpour The Words 6/17/2017
45. Expect 6/17/2017
46. Eyes Both Shut 6/17/2017
47. Filled With Doubt 6/17/2017
48. Fine Nights (After Orhan Veli Kanik's Poem, Fine Days) 6/17/2017
49. Get The Hell Out Of There 6/17/2017
50. Happy Hens 6/17/2017
51. He Never Shows Up 6/17/2017
52. Her Scottish Dancing Feet 6/17/2017
53. History Lesson (After Adrian Fox's Poem, Anon) 6/17/2017
54. I Am Offering My Love (For The World) (After Jimmy Santiago Baca's Poem, I Am Offering This Poem) 6/17/2017
55. I Dared To Touch (For Lucille) 6/17/2017
56. I Know The Dark Nights 6/17/2017
57. I Slept With Delilah 6/17/2017
58. It's The Thought That Counts 6/17/2017
59. Kids In Card School 6/17/2017
60. Marking Time 6/17/2017
61. My View Of The World 6/17/2017
62. Poor Man 6/17/2017
63. Misunderstanding 6/22/2017
64. July Sun Song (After The Poem, April Rain Song By Langston Hughes) 6/25/2017
65. I Was 4 In 72 6/27/2017
66. Horse 7/12/2017
67. Public Service Announcement! 7/16/2017
68. Something Happens 7/18/2017
69. Royal Flush 8/5/2017
70. Living Testament 9/20/2017
71. Cocooned In Her Nest 10/2/2017
72. Magic Roundabout 10/19/2017
73. Barbarian Barber 12/17/2017
74. Belfast Pavement 12/17/2017
75. Blind Man's Bluff 12/17/2017
76. Bloody Monday 12/17/2017
77. Blue Shropshire 12/17/2017
78. Book Shop 12/17/2017
79. Boundary 12/17/2017
80. Boxing Day 2008 12/17/2017

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Best Poem of Alistair Graham

Black Death

That of God in every man, can you see it?
Pull back the yellow stained curtains;
chisel out the crusted mess from your eyes

collect the stinking garments, bring them to the fire
scramble over the self-erected barricades
begin the journey to the land that bears fruit

The scales and blinkers will spring away
and down, like giant hale stones descending
onto a drum, stretched with lambskin.

Skin, bloodied and scarred by searing juices on lit coals -
a sour breath from mouths sucking on vinegar sponges -
a congregation of Protestant and Catholic ...

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Little Brain Pieces

I decide the world's crazy
as I stare at my feet
I open the curtains
to look out on the street

I switch on the reading lamp
get paper and pen
I sit in my boxers
on the sofa again

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