if i go west from here if i go west from here surf into the sea’s blue mine each wave a coalface if i go west from here crossing the bar and on to where the waves themselves are mountains if i go west from here beyond the land’s shadow beyond the black backed gull beyond even the edge [...]
Selected Poems The following selection includes poems written for adults, for young adults and for children. I hope you find something to savour in each one.
On Spaceship Earth A Rondeau On Spaceship Earth it’s plain to see, We’re unmatched in the galaxy, In terms of living things that fly And swim and run; who could deny That we’re as lucky as can be. Beijing to Washington DC, We treasure our technology, And everything that it supplies On Spaceship Earth. [...]
Fatherhood is gazing at a a soft head squeezed from the womb the appearance of a pudding top grinning at early open questions why & why & why, as though the universe were a pet forming that familiar nest that huddle of arms & faces pausing like a warm landscape holding the weeping adolescent who [...]
Blue Whale I am the whale, which swims with graceful mass Electric shining skin, a neon blue No enemies but ships and greenhouse gas My numbers all too few Guardian of the oceans, you could say The largest and the loudest of all time Dissolving like my high-up spouting spray No [...]
Which writing is it? This lilting writing, mimicking bright birds in flight, is vivid ink, singing. Greg O’Connell © 2010 This riddle is a univocalic. It uses only one vowel. Answer: In the comments section below.
The Writer of this Poem The writer of this poem is faster than a flea as handsome as a movie star as clever as can be as tall as a ship’s mast as strong as a sail as bold as a monkey as useful as a tail as tricky as a skateboard as handy as [...]
The Reader of this Poem after Roger McGough The reader of this poem is common as a pea as empty as a biscuit jar as crazy as can be as plastic as Hollywood as smelly as a bin as difficult as holiness as ugly as sin as unlucky as a dung beetle as hairy as [...]
Cool Poem This poem’s cool tattoos on every limb loves to act the fool drives a red dragster filled with rocket fuel hangs out at the mansion parties by the pool number one in the charts born to rule lead singer in the band called it: Equinox this poem rocks. Greg O’Connell © 2010
Trampoline John, Trampoline Jean Trampoline John, Trampoline Jean, The bounciest we’ve ever seen; They put electrodes in their pockets, Fitted out their shoes with rockets. Trampoline John, Trampoline Jean, Bounced themselves to smithereens; Launched themselves into the air, Then one day simply disappeared. Trampoline John, Trampoline Jean, The undisputed king and queen; Their motto echoes through [...]