THREE MODERN POETS

Katrina Warren,  Simon Warren and Michael Hobbs  

Michael Hobbs Katrina Warren Simon Warren

 

Home Sonnets 1 - 50 Sonnets 51 - 100 Sonnets 101 - 154 A Lover's Complaint. Sonnet no. 1
First line index Title page and Thorpe's Dedication Some Introductory Notes to the Sonnets Sonnets as plain text 1-154 Text facsimiles Other related texts of the period
Picture Gallery
Thomas Wyatt Poems Other Authors General notes  for background details, general policies etc. Map of the site Valentine Poems
London Bridge   as it was in Shakespeare's day, circa 1600. Views of London   as it was in 1616. Views of  Cheapside  London, from a print of 1639. The Carrier's  Cosmography.   A guide to all the Carriers in London.  As given by John Taylor in 1637. Oxquarry Books Ltd

This is part of the web site of

 

HAKESPEARE'S   ONNETS

 

   
    Three Modern Poets  
   

 Poems by Katrina Warren  

 

Light on the Longest Day

 
 


I am the spirit of melancholy

the ghost you lock out

why do you deny me the right to exist

ignore my voice when I remind you of my presence

I am a memory

threaded through the needle that turns cloth to gold.

 

 
 


 

 

 


rain in autumn

 
 


we capture the rain in our eyes

for a while held only to slip

elusively in the silent aftermath

tears of compassion, despair

remorse for all that was

twin pools of darkness

reflecting the light of moisture

that streams, days of

words can never be undone

once said washed away

 

 
 

Katrina Warren

 

 Poems by Simon Warren  

 

Living in a Fair World?

 
 

 

if a thingís fair

right will cross the face of the earth

upon its road

a manís stroke will tap the earth

 

the light of the sun is abroad

                                               moving south

grey shadow is by the light

 

state the time of your crossing

thinks the ferryman

to him time has meaning

little thought does he waste

 

                        my boy

youíre wanted here

            to many first light

gives one strength

 

count on me Iím coming the ferryman

replies with a hollow laugh

he bends, lifting his blade

through time and mist

 

blood is seeping through the earth

bitter tears are shed

we go back to the shore

and a line of tears

 

fair one might ask

a task is undone

the ferryman is setting off again

I am with him.

 

 

 


 

Full Racket

 

 

the flute player strings notes together

practices his art swaying slightly

raising and lowering his body

his improvised compositions issuing without cease

left to right ... right to left

eating chocolate-covered sweets

a man drops a few

between his neck and his open shirt collar

the crowd is for Shirley Bassey

billed for ten nights till the eighteenth

a woman photographs another

some are dressed in gold and silver

the man who plays the violin by the river arrives

thump thump thump Bassey sings

a drum roll she persists

thump thump thump drums beat

a group of queens tap dances sings

Libiano neílieti calizi

itís a marvellous place to sing

riffs on the piano blow away in cigar smoke

the most angelic singing voice

waltz tango cha cha cha and quickstep

Marsala marrons glaces Dundee cake

cavorting couples barge past

fuzzy guitars swirling electronic effects

do you rumba I do

everyone talking at the same time

new tunes from an old lute

pavans galliards almonds

said sung insight achieved

 

 

 
 

Simon Warren

 





 Poems by Michael Hobbs    

 

Playtime

 
 

He is careless

of my whereabouts.  Come to nothing

behind a false acacia,

my house is derelict to him,

as he broods intently over a flat stone.

 

We both hear the distant road

drilling, the shrill playground voices

and the boy's own blunt mimicry

of machine-gun fire

(an interminable annex

of terrorist activity)

over the dislodged

 

stones of my rockery,

where light,

dipped in shallow water,

has formed a spectrum

inside a smooth white shell.

 Playtime by Michael Hobbs


 

 

 

 

Fallen Angels

 
 


Several weeks ago I opened a pale blue map

of the outlying area.

With my rucksack and a few belongings

I deserted the city

to try and find objects of light.

 

I soon grew tired

and resolved to leave things

as they were.  Only then

did the stones around me

become white hot.

 

I became

a vast flock of birds;

flying, wading,

flowing for days.

A path forward followed by another.

I lost sight of land

scattering species below me,

staggered, varied.

 

 

At first

we were almost identical,

standing on the high ground

out of the water.

But one species grew

to such large numbers

that they darkened the sun.

 

 

 Fallen Angels by Michael Hobbs


 

 

 

Puzzle

 
 

The man upstairs

voicing his concern

has again turned out

the crux of his aggrievement;

 

the right to reply

spilling his empty room

down over the rim

of our ears

 

onto the black

and white squares

of the crossword

at our table.

 Puzzle by Michael Hobbs


 

Michael Hobbs

 

If you wish to contact any of these authors please do so by email to   mj_hobbs@&@hotmail.com   Delete the &@ in this address before replying.  


Copyright © 2009 of these poems belongs to the authors.   Please contact   Oxquarry Books Ltd    if you wish to make use of them.  

TOP

Home Sonnets 1 - 50 Sonnets 51 - 100 Sonnets 101 - 154 A Lover's Complaint. Sonnet no. 1
First line index Title page and Thorpe's Dedication Some Introductory Notes to the Sonnets Sonnets as plain text 1-154 Text facsimiles Other related texts of the period
Picture Gallery
Thomas Wyatt Poems Other Authors General notes  for background details, general policies etc. Map of the site Valentine Poems
London Bridge   as it was in Shakespeare's day, circa 1600. Views of London   as it was in 1616. Views of  Cheapside  London, from a print of 1639. The Carrier's  Cosmography.   A guide to all the Carriers in London.  As given by John Taylor in 1637. Oxquarry Books Ltd
If you wish to comment on this site: please refer to details on the home page.  If you have enjoyed this web site, please visit its companion -
Pushkin's Poems

Copyright © 2009 of these poems belongs to the authors.   Please contact   Oxquarry Books Ltd    if you wish to make use of them.  

  File created 13 Feb 2006.