When I Look at me.

If could remember, my hands are webbed for speed and my spine flexible. If could press down in the earth and accept all that is me. Then I would know from whence I came. Golden…

Source: When I Look at me.


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Girl, you are a woman now.

blood on your lies(A personal poem to remember power.)


Girl, you are a woman now;

How will you run?

When the flood comes,

Life bears down,

Sore and tired,

Deep wounding.

And you realise,

there is blood

on those lies.


There is no ‘away’

When the wolf

Comes prowling.

Embracing wildness,

Forgiving the lack

Of teaching.

Girl, woman,

Mother soon.

Raw mystery,

A hundred thousand

Beating hearts

Encircle history,

The pulse before

And the whisper after.

How do we run?

Some run to find,

there is no ‘away’.

Some remember to

run with the wolves’.

We weren’t taught how;

We just ran!

Lisa Goodwin 27/7/2016

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Rubbish Glastonbury Poem

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They said leave no trace,
But you can’t be arsed
Cos you are off your face.
You’ve been partying for days,
But look at the state of this place.

An abandoned evacuee camp;
They came, they trashed, and they left.
All the litter for the pickers.
All the tat for the tatters.
All the food for the seagulls.

All the boots in the car parks,
In almost every parking space.
All the trolleys broken in the race
To be first out the gates,
While the land fills up with our disgrace

You make up lies to soothe you
Like we can recycle, upcycle, re-use.
Make a thousand go carts
Out of all the spare parts
And send them to migrants.

With sleeping bags, roll mats,
Cookers and camping chairs.
Your dirty shoes and his muddy flairs,
Oh how little Jamil will love wearing that pirate suit
When the soldiers come and aim to shoot.

Someone will pick up the bits,
Cool boxes full of piss,
Who the hell does a fucking shit,
In the middle of their tent?
A steaming monument to represent
the level of descent they underwent.

It’s not rocket surgery,
You were potty trained in nursery,
But you can buy more with your college bursary,
Buy one get one free in our disposable society
People are starving in a time of austerity,
And lunching out your stuff ain’t donating to charity,
So lets’s get some clarity …

I s’pose I shouldn’t really complain,
Every year I get a tent upgrade,
And the occasional new pair of Hunters
But have you seen the shit all these munters
Leave behind?

All the punters are knackered by Monday.
So why don’t they pack up on Sunday?
Put your stuff in the lock up
Party all night, ready to go at sun up
You can sleep on the bus.

They said leave no trace,
But you can’t be arsed
Cos you are off your face.
Been partying for days,
But look at the state of this place.

Lisa Goodwin – Glastonbury Festival 2016

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#RegularSonnet No.1

This could be the start of something.

RegularSonnet is my way of acknowledging that I want to hone my skills and practice sonnet writing regularly yet not really committing to one a day, or one a week. Still there is this idea to produce 100 sonnets over the course of an undetermined amount of time, so here is the first on the way to 100 regular sonnets relating to everyday life and observations.

Shall I compare thee, laughter, light and love,
to expectations of the common man?
Is water, food and shelter not enough,
to make us feel we’re dealt a decent hand?

For all those seekers, reaching for the light,
who grasp the shadow of the early morn.
Who, waking hungry from eternal night,
then face the rising of a daily storm.

Yet, is it safe to sit amidst the shade?
To witness all the damage that’s been done.
To hold the darkness, then to feel embraced,
By gems of truth that never seek the sun.

Can love and light and laughter then remain,
when what we hide in shadows is betrayed?

Lisa Goodwin. 24.05.16

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NaPoWriMo 19 – How to walk on Broken Glass.

Hello there,Day 19 of

Day 19 of NaPoWriMo here – welcome back. only 11 days to go, and I am packing a lot of raw unedited poems away for later reworking. This one came quite quickly.

Here is the prompt; Today, I’d like to challenge you to write the latter kind of “how to” poem – a didactic poem that focuses on a practical skill. Hopefully, you’ll be able to weave the concrete details of the action into a compelling verse.

I teach firewalking and glasswalking, so here is a poem based on one woman’s memorable experience at a workshop ….

A crisp bed
Of glass shards
Laid out on a
Sharp white sheet,
Inviting and
Your blood-soaked feet.

Allied with trust,
Knowing FEAR persists
As Friendly Energy
Announces Risk.
Truly, it’s effortless.
The first step
Is the deepest.

Look ahead, visualise
Getting to the other side.
It’s easy once you recognise,
You’ve walked on glass
Your whole damn life.


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NaPoWriMo 12 -Formulae

Possibly the strangest poem I have written – prompted by the Napowrimo challenge for today – Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index. Happy writing! Well I pulled a randm book from the bookshelf and it was Keywords for the Crowley’s tarot … probably why it sounds like an invocation of sorts.


Aeons of Alchemy, dissolve
Beasts of blue, evolve
Central to chaos, revolve

Death’s dominion regained
Eye of the empress remained
Failure of fortune attained

Grail of greatness resplendent
Hermit’s heart attendant
Indolence impedes independence

Joker of justice busted
Kundalini’s King flustered
Lust for Lilith mustered

Magus of Mercury insurgent
Noted numbers convergent
Oppression of order emergence

Path to power, appealing
Quintessence quickening, sealing
Rider reversed revealing

Scarab’s secret subsiding
Tower of temperance providing
Universal union residing

Virginal valour victorious
Whore of worry laborious
Yod yearns for Zain, vainglorious

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NaPoWriMo 10

We are a dance of dragons,
Brand new ancients
Dreaming up revolution
On a midsummer’s nightmare.

I am Prometheus rising
Dancing with the fire
Through the gates of death
To the end of your world.
Napowrimo 10 – write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, and writing down titles in order (or rearranging the titles) to create a poem. Some fun images of book spine poems can be found here. If you want to take things a step further, Lillian suggests gathering a list of titles from your shelves (every third or fifth book, perhaps, if you have a lot) and using the titles, as close to the originals as possible, to create a poem that is seeded throughout with your own lines, interjections, and thoughts. Happy writing!

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