Alistair Graham

Veteran Poet - 1,190 Points (Belfast)

Alistair Graham Poems

81. Butcher's Oath 12/17/2017
82. Cataract 12/17/2017
83. A Convenient Affair 12/17/2017
84. Dentist Appointment 12/17/2017
85. Dinner Is Served, Son 12/17/2017
86. Empty Head(Ballyhackamore Bards) 12/17/2017
87. Fairs Fur 12/17/2017
88. Feeding Tube 12/17/2017
89. From Work To Poetry Class In Golden Thread 12/17/2017
90. Game Of Chase And The Black Balloon 12/17/2017
91. Give Up 12/17/2017
92. Go For It 12/17/2017
93. I See 12/17/2017
94. In The Dining Room (2am) 12/17/2017
95. It's Stinking 12/17/2017
96. List Of Publishers 12/17/2017
97. Livelongabetes 12/17/2017
98. Love Seed 12/17/2017
99. Limerick 12/17/2017
100. Mind Fingers 12/17/2017
101. Nothing's Permanent 12/17/2017
102. Once-Over 12/17/2017
103. Pub Grub 12/17/2017
104. Poems On Pub Receipts At Lonely Poet 12/17/2017
105. Scaffolding 12/17/2017
106. Self-Made 12/17/2017
107. Reflection 12/17/2017
108. Silent Night 12/17/2017
109. Situations Vacant 12/17/2017
110. Six O'clock Shadow 12/17/2017
111. Table Display 12/17/2017
112. Thought For The Day 12/17/2017
113. Underground Toilet, Belfast 12/17/2017
114. Votes R Us 12/17/2017
115. Warning Sign 12/17/2017
116. Old Year's Night 12/31/2017
117. Keep Your Head On 11/3/2012
118. Little Brain Pieces 11/3/2012
119. My Beef 11/3/2012
120. The Birds Advise 11/3/2012

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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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Everything

Was black as hell outside
The glass in the back door
reflected me
I couldn't see through

I pulled the door, open
A man stood before me
in the dark
He screamed in my face

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