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Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Featuring Poetry by Mark Anthony Pearce

 


THE FOUR RIDERS


Four riders 

Dressed in 

In black 

Cycle

Furiously 

Through 

Castle Park

Attempting

To reduce me 

To a bloodied

Smudge

Upon the face 

Of the Earth

I shake 

My right fat fist 

A Bloated 

Anachronism

As the 

Guys and dolls 

Of careless night

By the bandstand 

In their 

Grotesque fineries

Laughed

And smoke 

Their Marijuana 


Bristol, May 2021



EIGHT YEARS IN THE BRITISH ARMY


‘Eight years 

In the British army’

And all it’s got him 

Are a few 

Copper-plated coins

From my wallet 

By the swanky 

New flats

Affordable homes

Along the 

Northern boundary 

Supposedly 

Reminiscent 

Of the old castle wall

That Olly’s army 

Destroyed 

Not fit for ‘heroes’

With rank black teeth

And Welsh accents 


Bristol, May 2022



FIRE ON CORONATION ROAD


‘Shit!’ 

He sticks 

A long 

Wooden branch 

Into the ground

By the 

Petrol station

Placing his

Black leather jacket 

On top of it

Wears a 

Baseball cap

Crazy look 

In his eyes

Apologises to me 

For his obscenities 

I notice

Several bottles 

Of Vodka  

Anchored by his 

Right foot 

‘Look at 

Those fire engines!

The hotel 

I checked in 

Is barbecued!’

He’d only gone out 

To get some poison 

Knew what porn 

He was going 

To watch tonight 

And his hopes 

And his dreams 

Quite literally 

Went up in flames 

Guess he’ll 

Be wanking

On the grass 

Tonight then 


Bristol, May 2022


Biography: 


Mark Anthony Pearce lives and works as a Receptionist in Bristol, South West England. He is an author of six books of Poetry, most recently ’She Smells Dead People’ (Hickathrift Press, May 2022). 


His poetry has been published in numerous titles including Obscure Quarterly, CAPGRAS and online, Inefável, Winamop, Horror Sleaze Trash, Duane’s PoeTree, Piker Press, Ten Million Flies & Open Arts Forum. 


He can be contacted on email: markanthonypearce@gmail.com

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

New Poems: John D. Robinson



 SHE KNEW

For some reason

she disliked me

with venom and

when she was

drunk, she’d hunt

the bars looking

for me to scream:

‘You, you’re a

drunken womaniser!

watch him!

he’s nothing!

he’s a 

drunken womaniser!’                                                                   

my love would

look at me,

grinning,

she knew.

 

 

  

 

NERVOUS

‘Read it silently, please’

I asked

as she read the risks of

the surgery she was to

shortly have:

the sip of wine tasted

smooth as pink

and white April

blossom:

‘You’re going to be

just fine’ I say:

a smile ease’s across

her face and then she

said:

‘I feel nervous’:

it became quiet and

not too far away a 

neighbour felt the

sounds of horror

splitting the skies

asunder with

hatred.

 

 

 

 

SCHOOL

was 6 or 7 years old,

just heading to cross

the road into school

with my mama

when the sudden

harsh sounds of a 

car’s breaks hit

the world and I

looked into the road

and saw a small 

black dog, rolling,

squealing and 

whelping beneath

the undercarriage

of the car that in a

cloud of burnt

rubber came to a

stop and the little

creature shook itself

and then quickly

made off and I

stood rigid,

my heart booming,

gripping my ma’s

hand as voices 

were raised

as the little dog

disappeared from

eyesight, 

forever.

leaving,

behind a scar

on many.

 

 

 

 

 

HACKED OFF

Although Mother sun was 

high and blazing in blue

and white,

I felt pissed

I felt pissed off

with a lot of things,

with

the horrors of Ukraine

and conflicts around the

world

with

global politics

theology

philosophy

history

art

literature

but I wasn’t pissed

at music

or with my

lover

but I was

really pissed off

with

poverty

hunger

homelessness

injustice

with

the seemingly

hopelessness of

getting it right,

with

the bullshit of

talentless millionaires

called celebrities

with

the shadows that cloak

me with the chimes of

sorrow that taint my

soul with kisses of

sweet betrayal,

I felt pissed

not with Mother sun

or even my neighbours,

but finally, I realised, I

was pissed off

with myself

and gave up looking

for the answer to

the songs in

my head.


Thursday, April 21, 2022

Today

Here's a screenshot of a poem I wrote about ten years ago which I used as a limited edition broadside: