Author: Barry Tebb

It is time after thirty years We had our Poetry Renaissance Rise, Children of Albion, rise! It is time after […]

I Living in a land Where only the dying correspond I am borne on the wings of love II I […]

Would ‘any woman’ find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke […]

Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket) I can’t make, your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit. Sorry Brenda […]

For Jeremy Reed Rejection doesn’t lead me to dejection But to inspiration via irritation Or at least to a bit […]

When my mam had to go Up north to look after gran, Margaret’s mam said I could Stop with them; […]

(Goya, an old man in exile, looks at his self-portrait) A bull’s neck, still much needed, Deserving exile or the […]

Even the charity shops boast of the surveillance Mr Average is caught on camera a hundred times a day To […]

How I loathe this land of my exile, Concrete upon concrete, Steel upon steel, Glass upon glass In massed battalions […]

Empty chocolate boxes, a pillowcase with an orange at the bottom, Nuts and tinsel with its idiosyncratic rustle and brilliant […]

Why our son, why? Every morning the same dark chorus wakes me And I wonder how I am still alive. […]

Sitting in outpatients With my own minor ills Dawn’s depression lifts To the lilt of amitryptilene, A double dose for […]

‘Leeds welcomes you’ in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry’s demon seizes […]

Richard Chessick, John Gedo, James Grotstein and Vamik Voltan What darknesses have you lit up for me What depths of […]

This is one spring you will not see. The fifty roses of your spray Smelt soft across that February day […]

We had a new house And split the decorating. You took the piled rolls of paper, While I stacked the […]

I was a good father to my people, Their houses among the terraced hills Adored God every day, grape-clusters on […]

THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the […]

The Poetry School, The Poetry Book Society, The Poetry Business: So much poetry about you’d think I’d want to shout, […]

Someone has been tearing up the autumn, Its ripped leaves ripple across the road Flip liked hinged cards in the […]

Shell-shocked from Korea A grenade that left him The platoon’s only survivor, Put him in Stanley Royd For thirty years. […]

They have my own fear of the dark, Tupapau – spirits of the dead they call it; Returning late with […]

We were three weeks Into term, Sheila, When you came Through the classroom door; Forty-four children Bent over books, Copying […]

Any poets about or bored muses fancying a day out? Rainy, windy, cold Leeds City Station Half-way through its slow […]

They have vanished, the pop men with their varnished crates Of Tizer and dandy, American ice-cream soda and one percent […]

Lavender musk rose from the volume I was reading through, The college crest impressed in gold, tooled gold lettering on […]

A page of the ‘Kelmscott’ Chaucer Seen through out cottage window When the Pennines were blind with snow Flurrying round […]

It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin ВЂ˜For the founding of a lunatic asylum – no place […]

I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we’ve not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is […]

STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For […]