Pocket full of Whispers this little book of poetry is dedicated to all my close friends and family. And to all the extraordinary people who have influenced and enhanced my life in ways I never could have imagined possible.
With more than just thanks to Peter Beverley, Bob Frith, Paul Kershaw, Katerina and Ankaret El Haj, Xochitl Tuck, Laura Barnes, Lorna Barter, Cam Ringel, Penny and Shadow and Dave from Tottenham Chances, Kitty Reford, the Sidcup and Bexley crew, Jill Penny, Fiona Frank, Wendy and Chris Pointon from Market Rasen, Poet Razz and all at Survivors Poetry.
Welcome to this, my third collection of poetry, perfect for the fireside, the bedside, or even the roadside, full of lyrical rhymes on alternative themes that will stimulate and entertain you and hopefully, get your own creative juices flowing. I wanted to deliver a flow of poetry that enters the human psyche in a sensitive way, putting life’s problems and experiences into context, reaching into the corners of life and shaking it out like a table cloth
Tara Fleur ‘Woman Of Bones’ first collection of poetry Title I’m Not Here For Your Entertainment
She is a Performance Poet, Fine Artist MA, Psychiatric Nurse, and Survivor of Trauma.
She has a battled with Mental Illness alongside a varied involvement in Acute Psychiatry and the Arts.
She has exhibited her installation art which incorporates spoken word, film and photography and independently curated several successful exhibitions of conceptual art over the past 25 years.
In 2013 she won a national painting / poetry competition (Think Arts) with a portrait of Shakespeare that was on display at Southwark Cathedral, London UK.
Tara Fleur ‘Woman Of Bones’ is new to publication but has already had poems included in collection of poetry in America by Nina Loard.
Her life story as a Poet, Artist and Survivor of Trauma can also be found in an academic psychological research publication ‘ Narratives Of Art Practise and Mental Well Being ‘ by Olivia Sagan, Bishop Grosseteste University.
Tara Fleur ‘Woman Of Bones’ performs her poetry widely across the London open mic circuit, poetry slam’s and has featured at several events.
She has an interest in collaborating with fellow poets, most recently weaving a darker thread of poetry into Ingrid Andrew’s performance piece ‘When Woman Created The World’
I’m Not Here For Your Entertainment
Is a collection of edgy, melancholic, sexually explicit, traumatic, dark, socio-political, uncomfortable and often shockingly visceral poetry.
This book of poetry is, her book of poetry.. a reflection of a life less ordinary
REVIEW
‘I am not here for your Entertainment’
by Ingrid Andrew
This woman with the beautiful name of Tara Fleur and the equally resonant and unforgettable name that first grabbed my attention ‘Woman of Bones’ has her first written her first, mesmerizing collection of poetry in the William Cornelius Harris/Jason Why stable.
The first powerful,compelling and unforgettable poem is ‘Woman of Bones’ with its continous refrain Don’t
(… don’t try to cure me, I am an incurable woman. Don’t whisper, what I already know.
Don’t dear oh dear, bones –
Don’t call me a bitch, a cunt or a cow. I am a Woman of Bones. I am a grim warrior now
…..
and don’t bother praying for me, I choose not to rest in peace ..’
Taras poems speak soul to soul, heart to heart of her own reality, her fierce and unwavering acceptance of what is, of what she feels and of her own traumatic experiences.
Her poems often speak of an almost unbearable, aching reality ‘Hush little baby, don’t wet the bed … or mama’s gonna punch you in your soft, sweet head ‘
or are again startlingly, exposingly, unforgettably, corruscatingly honest … as in ‘Sorry’ where Tara apologizes for being a bystander to the suffering she witnesses, when in her former career of psychiatric nurse … ‘I had my nurse’s hat on’ while enduring her own soul torment.
‘…. my night shifts moaned and groaned, boundaries blurred between the living and the dead, strange whispers seeping through locked doors …’
Tara’s poems are never less than extraordinarily vivid and memorable. Her eyes unflinchingly look into the darkest places and experiences that a human being can suffer, her bones speak,her voice insists on being heard.
The war over a return to to full health. No more thought of death, or Suicide the battle waged it close but Hope winning, pushing despair out. Only joy and fulfilment fill the void. Happy thought the flags fly high all people celebrate the end of despair punched out by joy
This is my second poetry collection Life and Hope i learn my craft from the street of London, poetry circuit where i spent many happy hours talking , listening and drinking with London finest poets where i learn there secrets of poetry interestingly this all happen by accident i was invited to a creative writing workshop and each week it was poetry and i would always say when are we going to do creative writing one day they all answers poetry is creative writing at which point i pruduce the flyer which read adventure story writing follow by another big laugh. Life and Hope came to life following the successful completion of my first book Death Suicide Despair Poetry
Poem from Life and Hope
Vulnerable Voices
Who said it‘s hard?It‘s impossible to complete such tasks.More work, less staff.Who‘s making the decisions?I hear it loud: cuts, more cuts, more cuts.It‘s all psychological scaremongering.Those who have jobs want to keep them.Those who do not, want to find them.Suddenly there‘s giant leaps of incomers from afar without work and all the time they say it benefits us all.
When London Finally Gave in and Started to Love is my first collect. Finally the fantastic performance poet Ernie Burns has penned his poems in a book,called When London Finally Gave in and Started to Love so we can carry him around in our pockets! This collection ‘When London Finally Gave In and Started to Love’ is a superb distillation of five years of his writing; full of what Ernie writes best about, the heart! It’s texts are grubby with the sardonic soot of London’s glaucous city smog and an absolute spark of a poem entitled ‘Little Ember’ scatters light upon the cobbled streets.
Poem from When London Finally Gave in and Started to Love By Ernie Burns
Bad Day
Bad Day This is a “worse” day It holds “worse” for me And I fear more “worse” Is bound to appear Because “worse” is a curse That scares my “Okay” Muscles it out and packs it away It is going to be a terrible day
Because “worse” is a bad listener It does not care When I say In a stern admonishing tone “Bad day bad!”…It runs off Making people think I am mad Talking to a day like that And all I will get today is “Worse”So, how I will feel today is bad. free down load extract from the book.
This book is the union of two overlapping sets of poems. One set includes all the poems that were performed by Ernesto Sarezale in his critically acclaimed one-man show “In the Name of the Flesh”, premiered at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in 2010. The other set includes poems by Ernesto Sarezale that have been published in a variety of outlets. Whether part of the show or not, all poems in this collection were written “in the name of the flesh”.
Ernesto Sarezale is the penname of a Basque cognitive scientist, poet, multimedia performer and video artist living in London. Ernesto’s “erotic magic realism” has been tipped as “Dali-esque”, “refreshingly surreal and slightly unsettling”, “gently confrontational”, “darkly humorous”… Ernesto is currently the promoter of London’s quarterly erotic literary soirée Velvet Tongue. In the flesh, on the flesh, in the name of the flesh…
Alain English, autistic Scottish man, lays down in these poignant pieces taken from Outside In his first poetry collection life about living with Asperger’s, along with absurd and funny snapshots of London life. You will never look at Asperger’s Syndrome or London in the same way again.
Poem from Outside In
Weekender
The weekend is here and these miserable evenings Will see the chaotic predictable pleasures Of many engaged in their chatter and drinking The poison that powers the games they are playing.In pubs, on the streets, all the courting and fighting That happens between all the regular people.It stings me whenever I see all the people
I’m scared to approach and enduring these evenings Alone and depressed, I’m afraid and I’m fighting My fears by resisting my need for these pleasures,By hiding myself in my room and I’m playing Computer games, watching the telly, not drinking.Detached from the buzz of the booze they are drinking
In town on a Saturday night when the people. Will flirt with themselves and each others, they’re playing A sexual game that enlivens livens their evenings With many exciting adventures and pleasures.How often does banter descend into fighting, The petty stupidity triggers the fighting,
ISBN 9781291995213
Copyright Alain English (Standard Copyright Licence)
Edition first edition
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 19 November 2014
Language English
Pages 44
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.11 kg
Dimensions (centimetres) 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall
Joy, Fear and F–k It by Ant Smith The Game Cat has been performing poetry for 20 years and this collection includes the major works from his stage performance canon.
More are available by connecting the author, whilst he yet lives. It said by Second Chance this is out standing first collection Joy, fear and F–k It by Ant Smith
Poetry has the power to effect positive cultural change, and so I am proud to present this collection in association with Second Chance.
Although often presented in a comedic framework, these pieces all carry a spine of steel. Read them once to laugh, and twice to cry. It is a dark world in which we live.
I was born in Stoke Newington and brought up in North London in the bosom of a large family. Being Anglo/Arab I always had the extra influence that my Dads heritage offered which made me a little more open to other religions and philosophies from the start .Having always been aware of the unseen influences around us I realised my altruism could only be made true if I wrapped it up in poetry, Making it Verse where it would be safe. In this world of illusion anything from the heart needs to be protected. The growth of my work has hung on the fact I do believe we are being directed by an unseen force .My dilemma is what to call that. I would like you to read the poems from that angle to get the true meanings and messages concealed within.
Poem From ‘Making it Verse’
‘In the blizzards of my memory lies a piece of broken glass,
In the sunsets of my fantasies the heart is beating fast.
In the rivers of my sorrows sits a changeling, so alone,
In the fairground of my happiness, freaks and hobos roam!’
Sibling Ribaldries ! Rather Rude Rhmes our first collection South East London sisters Nicky & Heather Sullivan have been performing as ‘Office Girls Go Crazy’ for many years, amusing the clientele of SE London pubs and clubs with their odd poems, (composed during their lunch hour) terrible singing and smutty jokes. Performances supporting John Cooper Clark and Vic Reeves Big Night out in New Cross led them to the legendary Tunnel Club, where they braved flying beer glasses, chairs and bodies – all encouraged by Malcolm Hardee. Great fun! Still performing their rather rude poems and jokes, the Office Girls are regulars on the London poetry/comedy circuit, and of course, Edinburgh. Now you can read a collection of their poems in ‘Sibling Ribaldries – Rather Rude Rhymes’ – if you dare…
Poem from Sibling Ribaldries
TITS UP!
I was feeling a bit down the other day, As my chest had southwards drifted, So I popped into M&S And bought a new bra, Well now I feel quite uplifted! nicky sullivan
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Product Details
ISBN 9781291995459
Copyright Nicky & Heather Sullivan (Standard Copyright Licence)
Edition first edition
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 19 November 2014
Language English
Pages 52
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.13 kg
Dimensions 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall
(centimetres)
Pocket full of Whispers this little book of poetry is dedicated to all my close friends and family. And to all the extraordinary people who have influenced and enhanced my life in ways I never could have imagined possible.
