Jonathan Ballam Poems
- Peter Piper Peter piper picked a pair of pristine pens From ...
- Melting It must be in the dream I had.
- A Stone's Throw Some thing makes me quiet and draws ...
- Close The Door Come inside and close the window The thick ...
- Thrown I’m caught up in an unstrung silence of my insane ...
- Toothpaste Tubes This morning the toothpaste tubes were ...
- Bones The graves are pure She said And nothing ever had ...
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. I was weaned on Yeats, Ted Hughes and R.S. Thomas. I see myself as a hunter of simple images. I also enjoy philosophy, heavy metal, and social commentaries.
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Peter piper picked a pair of pristine pens
From the local bookstore.
They were blank
Silver coated Cronin chrome, with two small golden knobs on the end
They had nothing too important on them
Not enough to make up a silly nursery rhyme anyway
Jeremy Peter wrote round ringing and wrought words
He crafted the bleak blankness into a sizable hole.
He sat down in the kids corner, where his own private world
Strung up in books and a tethered conscience
He carefully clipped and cropped, cut and trimmed a poem.
It was silly and stupid…probably ...