Don’t Write a Poem About Love

If you are going to write a poem, don’t write it about love – or snow. Thousands of poets have said all there is to say. Is there any way left to make it make more sense without a tense of pretentiousness? These things have been written. My fingers, though bidden, have little to add to the page upon ages of poets’ images. Sage proposals to carve a meaning out of myth. To fit more words on a paper monolith! So don’t write about how exquisitely it drifts through shifting memories, lifting expectations. Don’t write about how it blankets the dark with a cover of clean that cloaks remembering. The cold night drifting on dreams of maybe and might have been. Even when feeling bleeds through inky muscles aching with restraint of holding words back from the page! Don’t write of these things! Show me – don’t tell. Show me the swell of heart in every beat. Hold me, melting, hearts on ice, red on white. I want to feel the cold of you, burning. I want to know the heat of you, yearning. Show me.

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  I’m New Here

I want to move to Glastonbury!

I’d climb up the Tor every day.
I want to move to Glastonbury,
To live my life in an ‘Oh so spiritual way.’

I want to move to Glastonbury,
I would get up with the dawn;
Do yoga in the morning before
I get a chance to yawn.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
I could move in near an Ashram,
I want to move to Glastonbury
Start every day with bhajans

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Open a self-help book emporium.
I want to move to Glastonbury,
Be a famous Avalonian,
Be a pseudo-historian,
A sustainable, ethical
Business-woman,
Hold a conference,
Start a consortium!
Make eco-friendly,
Lotions and potions.
I will deal with my demons.
I’ll handle my emotions.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
To hang out with the hippies,
Meet the Druids, be a Bard;
Write poems and folkish ditties.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Do tarot at the Spring,
Go shopping for incense at Star Child,
Wearing my finest, glitter, fairy wings.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Wear purple velvet dresses,
Put flowers in my hair;
Be really abundant and totally blessed.

I want to be a priestess.
The Goddess loves the bestest,
I want to be enlightened ,
Like all the rest …. is.

I want to move to Glastonbury.
Oh … you’ve heard it all before?

But I want to move to Glastonbury,
To fix that problem under the Tor.
I want to move to Glastonbury,
To heal the Holy Thorn.
I’ll change my name to Mama Rishi,
Be reborn, reborn, Reborn!

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Have tea with new age gurus,
I want to open a raw food deli,
Study cabala, practice voodoo,
Hoodoo, voodoo, you do,
Teach the healing that you do,
Talk noo noo, do woo woo,
I want to have colonic irrigation,
And deal with all the doo doo.

I want to move to Glastonbury
Be a Wiccan Hindu Buddhist
I want to be very, very, very
rooted in Avalon’s muddy mist.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
But everybody knows,
She won’t open up to anyone.
Only the chosen get to go.

And then it happened,

I got to move to Glastonbury.
I’m a lucky lucky thing!
To sip the golden chalice,
And sit by holy springs.

I got to move to Glastonbury.
Oh, it made my heart sing
And here my friends,
Is where the story begins.

I got to move to Glastonbury,
It was a … tricky start,
Yet, there I found community,
To really warm your heart,

I was free to be me,
I could dress how I please.
I could fill my bucket,
With a truckle of cheese.
I could love and get loved up,
Do rituals for the bees,
I could step into my power,
And everyone could see!

Then the mill began to turn,
And so the rumours started,
Someone said I summoned demons,
every time I farted.

Next thing I’m a witch.
(I’m supposed to feel offended?)
Which is pretty kitsch,
So I wasn’t upended.

“An uber rich vampire,”
“Wow, that would be so cool!
But I havent tasted blood,
Since that fight I had at school.”

Oh, I tried to keep my patience.
But I fear I lost my cool,
and I wasn’t feeling so spiritual.
I got to move to Glastonbury,

Now I’m screaming on the High Street,
Cos some nutter’s pissed me off,
And I couldn’t give a hundred monkey’s shits
What anybody thinks!

I got to move to Glastonbury
And so started the gnosis.
I got to have a soiree
And a dance with my psychosis.

And everyone but me can see,
Where the bogey on my nose is
While I get lost in the process of,
Process, process, process!

Process, surrender, fucking process,
Process, process – what the fuck!

Process.

Surrender to the process.

Process, surrender, process ….
I got to move to goldfish bowl,
Where I couldn’t stub my toe,
Wipe my arse or blow my nose
without everybody knowing.

In the open air asylum,
the cracks, they started showing,
Like embracing the siren,
There was no escape, no going.
And before I knew what I was hiding
I discovered what I’m showing.
And thus began the process of growing.

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Peace of Jerusalem

They promised me peace,
Then put a sword in my hand.
They wanted to build Jerusalem,
On this green and pleasant land.

Alpha and Omega building,
Beginnings that end on the shore,
Of shifting sand and satanic mills.
Was the ancient architect flawed?

With chariots of holy fire to,
Reign on dust: a holy blow.
Poisoned arrows of desire,
Need no golden burning bow.

My sovereign debt insures;
I will not cease from mental fight.
A personal inner jihad endures,
Taunts and haunts the waking night.

So who would want Jerusalem,
When it is blighted by greed and fear?
When Zion seeks to swallow it up,
Why would we want to build it here?

No-one can answer Blake’s questions,
To the child with a gun in his hand.
I’d like the hymn to lay down it’s weapons,
And start to unify the holy land.

They wanted to build Jerusalem,
On this green and pleasant land.
So they promised me peace,
And put a sword in my hand.

Lisa Goodwin – 21/09/14

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The REVOLUTION will be Capitalised

The REVOLUTION will be Capitalised
Cos they want you to stay home, Sister.
You are programmed to plug in, turn on and cop out.
They want you to be satisfied with fags and chips,
Zoned out and stuck in fear during commercials,
Because the REVOLUTION will be capitalised.

The REVOLUTION will be capitalised.
The REVOLUTION will be brought to you by Agenda 21,
In a 4 part plan with constant commercial interruptions.
The REVOLUTION will show you pictures of Jimmy Saville,
blowing a horn and leading a charge by Cyril Smith,
Rolf Harris and Haroon Kasir to eat
long hog stolen from a London children’s home.
The REVOLUTION will be capitalised.

The REVOLUTION will be brought to you by
Channel Four News, ISIS, and the European Union.
It will star Russell Brand and Jon Snow,
But not Jill Dando or Peaches.
The REVOLUTION will not make you anonymous,
The REVOLUTION will make a 99% profit.
The REVOLUTION mask will cost you five pounds sterling,
Because the REVOLUTION will be sold and capitalised, Sister.

There will be pictures and slogans on facebook,
Preaching peace and love and sharing prayers,
While pushing tales of war and terror, like memes on a dead run,
Trying to hide behind petitions on social media.
The BBC will reveal the next peado at 9:11,
And report from 23 war torn districts.
The REVOLUTION will be capitalised.

There will be pictures of kids shooting down
children in the instant replay.
There will be pictures of kids shooting down
mothers in the instant replay.

There will be pictures of David Cameron being
run out of Whitehall on a whim with a New World Order.
There will be slow motion of Nick Farage strolling through
Westerham in a red, white and blue Britain First jumpsuit
That he had been saving for just the proper occasion.

Emmerdale, Coronation Street and Made in Chelsea
Will no longer be so damned relevant,
And women will not care if Whitney gets it on with
Lee in Eastenders because sick and disabled people
will be in the street looking for a way to make a living.
The REVOLUTION will be capitalised.

The theme song will be written by the Lost Prophets,
directed by Danny Boyle, and sung by One Direction.
The REVOLUTION will be capitalised.

The REVOLUTION will be right back with a message about
Black insurgents and white supremacists.
You will have to worry about the terrorist in your street,
the snake in the think tank, and the giant in your I-phone.
The REVOLUTION will be sponsored by Coca Cola,
The REVOLUTION will be right back after this break
With a word from Audi our sponsors.
The REVOLUTION will put you in the driver’s seat.

The REVOLUTION will be capitalised, will be capitalised,
will be capitalised, will be capitalised.
The REVOLUTION will be propaganda Sisters;
The REVOLUTION UK is planned.

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I’m New Here

I want to move to Glastonbury!
I’d climb up the Tor every day.
I want to move to Glastonbury,
To live my life in an ‘Oh so spiritual way.’

I want to move to Glastonbury,
I would get up with the dawn;
Do yoga in the morning before
I get a chance to yawn.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
I could move in near an Ashram,
I want to move to Glastonbury
Start every day with bhajans

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Open a self-help book emporium.
I want to move to Glastonbury,
Be a famous Avalonian,
Be a pseudo-historian,
A sustainable, ethical
Business-woman,
Hold a conference,
Start a consortium!
Make eco-friendly,
Lotions and potions.
I will deal with my demons.
I’ll handle my emotions.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
To hang out with the hippies,
Meet the Druids, be a Bard;
Write poems and folkish ditties.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Do tarot at the Spring,
Go shopping for incense at Star Child,
Wearing my finest, glitter, fairy wings.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Wear purple velvet dresses,
Put flowers in my hair;
Be really abundant and totally blessed.

I want to be a priestess.
The Goddess loves the bestest,
I want to be enlightened ,
Like all the rest …. is.

I want to move to Glastonbury.
Oh … you’ve heard it all before?

But I want to move to Glastonbury,
To fix that problem under the Tor.
I want to move to Glastonbury,
To heal the Holy Thorn.
I’ll change my name to Mama Rishi,
Be reborn, reborn, Reborn!

I want to move to Glastonbury,
Have tea with new age gurus,
I want to open a raw food deli,
Study cabala, practice voodoo,
Hoodoo, voodoo, you do,
Teach the healing that you do,
Talk noo noo, do woo woo,
I want to have colonic irrigation,
And deal with all the doo doo.

I want to move to Glastonbury
Be a Wiccan Hindu Buddhist
I want to be very, very, very
rooted in Avalon’s muddy mist.

I want to move to Glastonbury,
But everybody knows,
She won’t open up to anyone.
Only the chosen get to go.

And then it happened,

I got to move to Glastonbury.
I’m a lucky lucky thing!
To sip the golden chalice,
And sit by holy springs.

I got to move to Glastonbury.
Oh, it made my heart sing
And here my friends,
Is where the story begins.

I got to move to Glastonbury,
It was a … tricky start,
Yet, there I found community,
To really warm your heart,

I was free to be me,
I could dress how I please.
I could fill my bucket,
With a truckle of cheese.
I could love and get loved up,
Do rituals for the bees,
I could step into my power,
And everyone could see!

Then the mill began to turn,
And so the rumours started,
Someone said I summoned demons,
every time I farted.

Next thing I’m a witch.
(I’m supposed to feel offended?)
Which is pretty kitsch,
So I wasn’t upended.

“An uber rich vampire,”
“Wow, that would be so cool!
But I havent tasted blood,
Since that fight I had at school.”

Oh, I tried to keep my patience.
But I fear I lost my cool,
and I wasn’t feeling so spiritual.
I got to move to Glastonbury,

Now I’m screaming on the High Street,
Cos some nutter’s pissed me off,
And I couldn’t give a hundred monkey’s shits
What anybody thinks!

I got to move to Glastonbury
And so started the gnosis.
I got to have a soiree
And a dance with my psychosis.

And everyone but me can see,
Where the bogey on my nose is
While I get lost in the process of,
Process, process, process!

Process, surrender, fucking process,
Process, process – what the fuck!

Process. 

Surrender to the process.

Process, surrender, process ….


I got to move to goldfish bowl,
Where I couldn’t stub my toe,
Wipe my arse or blow my nose
without everybody knowing.

In the open air asylum,
the cracks, they started showing,
Like embracing the siren,
There was no escape, no going.


And before I knew what I was hiding
I discovered what I’m showing.
And thus began the process of growing.

Hi, I’m new here.

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Results Day

A star!
A chance to
B clever, and
C the way to
D fine a worth
E, person
F Distinction.
U made it!
Congratulations!
Kid, you got your results!

I hope you got what you needed,
From whatever the State provided,
That replication of information,
They decided to call education.
Whether you shone or you hid,
Amid the limitations.
However you didn’t or did,
Despite the expectations.

Whatever the A,B,C’s
Of he or she is better than me.
The sum of all those years,
Of coping with the fears,
And emotional equations,
Of complications at school,
Of trying to follow the rules,
While suffering fools.
Gladly or badly,
Trying to sit still,
Keep your cool.

However they scored you;
That mark on the paper,
To specify whether,
You are stupid or clever.
You passed!

Oh Yes! You passed.
All the shoulder barges,
All the knocks and hardships,
The name calling,
And uniform rules,
The blisters you got from,
New school shoes.
All the expectations,
Unfounded limitations.

Through silent inner breakdowns,
Staged assembly breakthroughs,
Through all the lies and the truths.
All the not being heard cos your only a youth

You passed! You made it!
Please know this.
You made it! You Aced it!
Even if you didn’t stick around to face it.

Those forced to choose,
To find another way through.
And learn in a way that suits you.
Yeah, you Aced it too.
Those mindful of the Peace,
of avoiding the Queues,
Those who crossed the I’s,
and spotted the Tease.

You see;
Genius isn’t in a GCSE;
You are fabulous and unique,
You are A Level of brilliance,
That no one could ever see,
From looking at your A,B, C’s
Defined in a score on a sheet.
So whatever the letter,
And despite the contradiction,
Know that you did so much better!
That is a worthy Distinction.

Lisa Goodwin – August 2014

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Gorsedh Ynys Witrin Bardic Trails.

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Gorsedh Ynys Witrin Bardic Trails.
 
Glastonbury Assembly Rooms
13th May 2014 at 7.30pm
The theme for the 2014 contest is The Waters of Avalon.
 
 
The initial round of the contest to find a Bard to represent Glastonbury for the forthcoming year. Finalists will be chosen to go through to the Finals on 19th May.

1. This contest is open to all who live within a day’s walking distance from Glastonbury. (see Guidelines below)
2. The winner will be the holder of the Bardic Chair of Ynys Witrin for the following year, a title which will revoked after a year and day.
3. The entry may be of any form, but the judges will consider relevance to the theme, adherence to the time limit and performance from memory as important in making their decision.
4. The judges have the right to refrain from selecting a Chaired Bard if they feel none of the candidates are of sufficient quality or ability to fulfil the role. In this case the outgoing Chaired Bard will remain in office for another year and a day.
5. The judges’ decision is final. No correspondence will be entered into.
6. The attention of the chosen and Chaired Bard will be drawn by the Council to ‘The role and responsibilities of the Chaired Bard of Ynys Witrin’ 
7. Previous winners of the Bardic Chair of Ynys Witrin may re-enter after 3 years.
8. The holder of the Chair is expected either to undertake to maintain the condition of the Chair, Ceremonial Robes, Silver Branch and Book, or to request the Secretary to make appropriate arrangements for their curation. The official artefacts must be returned to the Bardic Council at the next Annual Open Gorsedh.
9. The Gorsedh retain the right to change these rules as necessary by committee meeting.

Guidelines: The catchment area is defined as the distance that the Bard can reasonably be expected to walk into Glastonbury, perform their duties and return home again within the daylight hours. This is reckoned to be somewhere around 12 miles radius from the Tor. Contenders are expected to have been resident in the area for at least a year and a day.

http://ynyswitrin.org.uk/rules/ for more information and entry form herehttp://ynyswitrin.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/bardic_entry_form_2014.pdf

 

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