A Criminally Bad Poem. (REVISED)

A criminally bad poem. (REVISED) Two ONE weeks today and I’m heading down To bustling ThatThereLondon town. Its streets will gleam, scrubbed free from grime, In celebration of the first @CapitalCrime A weekend of murder, death and sin, It’s plotted to be A. . . MAZ. . .ZING.   Stellar authors with their fictional veeps, Crime…

A Rubbish Poem #04.

(by Gavin Dimmock. July 30, 2019) **It’s Tuesday it’s “bin day”.**   A Rubbish Poem #04 Perched high atop the lumbering beast, he oversees The weekly feast, As down below, in dirty streets, his Hi-Viz crew Prepare the treats That the behemoth Chomps and chews and gnaws.   He watches as yellow vests feed the…

A Rubbish Poem #03. The CMBC choir.

(by Gavin Dimmock. December 4, 2018)   Eight fifteen on Tuesday’s chilly morn, Three weeks yet until the Saviour’s dawn. A feeble orange sun helps dispel the sheen Of frost that hides your frozen windscreen. With scratch and scrape, scrape and scratch You hurry to clear enough of a patch Of glass in which you…

A Rubbish Poem #02

Technically, I am still waiting for them to arrive. Worries for them are mounting now but, in anticipation of their imminent appearance, here is another poem from today. Lo! Can you hear that sound on the breeze? It carries to us as it snakes through the trees. They’re coming at last and will arrive soon…

A Rubbish Poem #01

We all like familiarity in our lives. On our street, some of that familiarity is provided with the arrival of the bin men around 0800 every Tuesday. When they fail to arrive on schedule, you notice their absence. Here is a poem, penned while I wait for them. Where are the men in their hi-viz jackets? Who…

“Is That What You Meant To Do?”

**In January 2017 I entered a competition in “Writing Magazine” to write a piece that began with the line, “Is that what you meant to do?” I discovered in July that I didn’t win or get placed but winning wasn’t really on my agenda when I wrote it – just as well! – and I simply enjoyed the challenge…

Thirteen Word Poem #01

The final exercise from my creative writing class last week. To write a thirteen word poem; it simply has to contain thirteen words over two or more lines. Thirteen is a number Oft thought unlucky. It’s also a poetry style. Apparently. Gavin Dimmock. April 7 2017

Tanka #01

Another exercise from my creative writing class. To write a tanka, a Japanese poem that contains five lines with thirty one syllables in total, five in line one, seven in line two, five in the third line and seven syllables in both lines four and five. Here is mine. I’ll drive to Bury With my daughter tomorrow To…

Haiku #01

Once again, an exercise from my creative writing class. This time to write a haiku; a Japanese poem that contains three lines with seventeen syllables, five in line one, seven in line two and, finally, five syllables in line three. Here is mine. I wrote a poem In my writing class today I wish I…

Acrostic Poem #01

Another exercise from my creative writing class. This time the challenge was to create an acrostic poem; a poem where each line begins with a letter that spells out a word. As ever, my mind is never far away from Bradford City, so I immediately chose that as the basis for my acrostic poem. My…

#TeamTwenty

When Saturday comes and the sun burns high From up in a pale blue Yorkshire sky. We leave our house, we lock our door Heading to that place where ‘oft before We’ve cheered and laughed, we’ve sworn and cried And played our part in the magic inside That place of steel and concrete, of wood…