Jack Turner


Jack Turner Poems

1. The Night Bus 11/26/2008
2. Oliver 11/26/2008
3. Pig Flesh 11/26/2008
4. Revelation 11/26/2008
5. Recession, Ucd 11/26/2008
6. Real Woman 11/26/2008
7. Star Girl 11/26/2008
8. Television Lovers 11/26/2008
9. I'M Not There 11/26/2008
10. Lady In Green 11/26/2008
11. Old Boy's Movies 11/26/2008
12. Mo Chroi 12/1/2008
13. Upon The Winds That Brown Leaves Blow 12/1/2008
14. Sunday Morning,2p.M 12/1/2008
15. The Climbers 12/1/2008
16. Love Is 12/1/2008
17. Pandora's Box 12/1/2008
18. Roisin 11/26/2008
19. Saviour 12/18/2008
20. White White 11/26/2008
21. And So, Retire 11/26/2008
22. Secrets 12/1/2008
23. London Calling 12/18/2008

Comments about Jack Turner

  • Aaron Brown (11/28/2008 10:42:00 AM)

    Jack writes with fire and passion; the visceral might of the old masters is alive and pulsing within the syllables and phrases of his works.

    I stand in awe of what he produces. I wish I wrote as well as Jack.

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Best Poem of Jack Turner

London Calling

London calling
it's smokers lungs bleating
in sharp consonants, lulling vowels
a mother's voice calling to her bosom
a pillow
in the City of Dreams

The wordless fields, speechless roads
gape and swallow like a hungry fish
The empty air echoes, taunts
and jeers

at night the small stone walls turn into brick
and pavements grow from grass
and orange faces peer red-eyed
through the dark

the twigs crack underfoot
brittle fingers like the lies
that keep me

and night time calls again

Read the full of London Calling

Roisin

I bought you Roses
fresh ones, pretty, two dozen wrapped in silk
Carried them from the shop like a newborn
cradled gently in my arms

I bought you Roses
red ones, soft and tender like your lips
I dreamt of you and all your kisses
the flowers shaking with excitement in my hands

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