Ian Syder

Biography of Ian Syder
Hello folks. I first have to apologise for my absence over the past 2 and a half months. Unfortunately I got in a bit of bother with the law (driving whilst uninsured) and ended up as a visitor of Her Majesty.
Whilst there I managed to compose some works (arguaby sonnets) which I a posting under th name Ian Syder.
Hope you like them!
Denis Joe
Ian Syder Poems
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Between Bars
Between bars, the gaps Hold, in suspension, stories And with the closing of the gate And the wait to turn from one chapter to another -
Closing The Cage (Sonnet Idea Based On E...
I just don’t belong. I was set up and I shouldn’t be in here Be just. I was up set. I shouldn’t, in here and don’t I belong? Don’t I belong? Set up I was and I just shouldn’t be in here. Set up was I. In here just I be, I shouldn’t belong and don’t -
Like Snow
Movements create new landscapes For the time being Lasting long enough to relate to the novelty Of the new being -
In The Shower
Baring all in a baptism (Sometime cold, sometime hot, sometime just right) And to all of the unclean commune Who wish to come clean -
Voices
Indistinguishable from The sound that echoed the block A voice calls a name (but who?) Barking out commands to do -
Keys
An obscure percussion beats an atonalistic tune Bass conjoins with tenor in variations of la lune A high C pitches itself against a low range baritone The liberty cochophony unlocks a G sharp hushed -
The Bard On Cell Block ‘b’ (Dedicated To...
There is a wordsmith on the landing A few cells up from mine He has made quite a name for himself He’s been in a longer time -
Sine Nomine
Categorised by number And paternal name (as added identification) Standardised in blue and grey Characteristically the same: So monomorphic -
14 Squares Of A Grid
A section of sky: lapis lazuli Lower down, to the left, a pinprick of light Up and up, a brighter, lighter blue; see To the right, a faint trail from an aircraft -
The Hypothetical Terrorist
It could be the skin and the beard The arrow, in his solo cell, pointing to Mecca On suicide watch; it’s feared For his life and the life of all -
Exercise
Some will walk and talk Or talk and sit Off-loading their shit -
Values 2
Burglars financing an habit Tolerated, only just Methadone methods and Anti-depressed depressants
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