Danielle

You don’t’ create, this house of spirits, Oceans dance in your place, if you’re at home, your bones in bits, laughter sealed in a room, engage or brace, when taken to your limits, she who hesitates, bolstered by unending hope, even love becomes visible, happiness is not a trope, tides turn in every way, escape on a cargo ship, always find the decent shape, never one to slope, the sea might writhe and twist, you’ll never be alone, the moon’s in your gift.

Clarice

Who’s your next mate, my lover asks me, I shudder at empty space, I’m sat here thinking, can’t you see , the trace of my feeling, makes my thoughts not great, at such infidelity, but I dance away again, freedom is not for shrinkers, or those who wannabe, gazing down some river, what I have to explain, is to let her know subtly, the sky has changed, see those who are burning, I point along the beach, they are not for turning, 'You' she screeches.

Bethany

What keeps you moving, a crescent moon at Easter, a sail that fits a groove, an arc of scurried waves, why try to flee, do they know your trade, your flight to water, by troubled season, by map or distant laughter, makes you keep to morning trains, look out towards the sea, don’t push us away, when love lies spooling, it guarantees no sweetness, find a place with rules, you sing of gain, that's no eternity, join in our embrace, it will set you free.

Ava

Who will tend our bones, listening to the rain, does a river run alone, let our song ring, on suburban trains, the thrush we hear sing, herring gulls that soar, may we see again, hear their eerie moans, their cries a broken thing, these winter days, driving before the sea, swore we’d never go, just to count our gains, birds already know, when we fight with everything, they always find a way, drain all our suffering, Spring will come again .

Zizi

Stumbled steps at evening, heart beats like a hurricane, stripped of an Ocean breeze, at times a summer whistle, by some haunted door frame, a drumming metal twisted, a wish, more than anything, how different is your game, Oh we missed those scenes, the sight of you forgetful, leaving from the station, a face torn and fretful, your fame on cafe' ceilings, a portable serenade, now you adjust our feelings, you arrive again by ship, blown in like any freighter, rake us with your lips, give us back our names.

Yolande

She hates the dull why, the pleadings for freedom, in sought after light, but what is she doing, making chocolate marina, painting yellow fascia’s, a drink of the wine, fire tunes her seasons, she will be fine, night boils her troubles, afternoon's her reason, it makes her days frozen, who knows the time, the walls of this prison, christened by a child, the kids will get through, regular as the heating, lilac as an evening tune, their faces awry, beneath a moon’s steeple, to chant without crying, all of love’s leavings.

Ximena

My security and hope, stretches out on lovely days, I know I’ll always cope, will go home soon, in a sun that flays, all the pockmarked yellow stone, down New York’s City slopes, can feel its rays, splice all of Brooklyn’s ropes, when evening’s blue, debt are paid, so many with their dues, do my parents know, how I pray, indifferent skies unfold, clouds chase by like schooners, who needs a quota of praise, I am not a loser, to wonder at my gains.

Wyona

Your tunes still trace, patterns on shimmering trees, from my blue pathways, add them to a shipwreck, a pirate roving sea, I’ll spill a golden confession, on swollen straits, I kick my heels, down cluttered seaways, can't feel my knees, but I still see dreams, you cry too easy, before a mass one Sunday, bread, wine victory, torn netting wood and sail, your privateer schemes, billow before me, like a broken creed, your howl is lovely.

Vicky

Dancers are ill at ease, with spiritual gain, it molests their release, with ladies, girls and women, I feel their technical gaze, am sweating like an oven, Our Lady holds the beam, on cold lit Sundays, no matter what they sing, my Ma is all scorn, lost within her ways, forgets what I adore, she'll invite herself along, chant without praise, my most precious songs, on trips to the sea , you won't wear grey, no need to argue, where love has no shame.

Una

Can you love me, your eyes like fireflies, in the way you sing, look at me, I whisper, they dance like satyrs, say what you think, you make believe, two bottles gone by, this Sunday on the lee, one side of the river, our thousand nights, made you quiver, dancing on the beach, exploring all you like, you buzz like a bee, do you want to live, and not ask why, this side of the Ocean, where we collide?

Tahlia

All these constant issues, that decry our needs, raise other burning issues, they hang like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, and ride in a peloton, standing by the beach, who says let it be, love’s just out of reach, it’s not particularly elegant, our frugal solidarity, has to share this dance, a pocket full of tissues, lay scattered at your feet, a manifest delicious, we waltz to earthly creeds, between our shore and distance, salty tears run free.,

Stanley

Was I worth that night at Faro, a lighthouse stripes the beach, smells of sardines from boats, at the raging café’, I smell rain and sea, warm against the beams, when she eats alone , I bring her tea, her eyes fill with stone, she wants to dance and dream, but her opacity, splits me like lightning, cuts me to the bone, above my pressed dungarees, birds from Africa fly home, will she ever see, there’s always a happier reach, if you can just let it be, we’ll all be happy?

Raffina

You laugh like Camus, but it’s not the heat, deserts don’t delight you, you can’t escape, when olives lose their leaves, or autumn scrapes, you’d say that fools, always miss the beat, looking at winter ruins, poverty yellow and grey, shatters any dream, even on the hottest days, you are like Petrus , brown and seventeen, sweet and bitter as almonds, inside you conjure a train, turn your head serene , hope it comes your way, smell once the salty sea.

Queenie

Am pretty sure of what to do, around your knees, a tattered sheepskin to warm you, birds cling to the jetty, passion doesn't need me, it hardly did on holiday, your lover sings the blues, she makes me feel uneasy, I’m not the best crew, when orange lights the sea, all my turbulent dreams count the chimes of liberty honest but uncool, you'd never fight for me, which is sad but true water boils seething, we drink absinthe at tea, drunk to pass the crudites, set our spirits free .

Patty

The weekend sings, when everyone comes near me, especially the silent pings, stars fall beneath my shadow, can’t anyone see, how my thoughts close follow, in the yellow light of Spring, this is a dream of the sea, it shakes me up like Disney, sometimes I can act callow, beyond the pine trees, the sand is stony hollow, petrol station things, smears diesel on my jeans, it soils my wedding ring, forget bogus tomorrows, I’ll take holidays and fling, salt water on the doldrums, time's here for everything.

Marie

She’d gamble anything, her daughter says, including unforgiven fights, drains you like a river in Spain the times she swayed, in falling snow or rain, within her blue eyes, could you ever retain,, the time she most prized, letting go as you came in, was she always that way, smoking her full strength Capstan, makes you smile anyway, chuckle on her Saint’s day, dissolve each other’s loss with gain, unhook the gas ring, boil water on the range, dogged by such things who else is to blame ?

Lara

You stroll off the meter, but you don't see me, dressed for the cashmere theatre, blow upon your polished fingers, at the Salon du Te,', hear policemen whisper, discuss suitable places to be, sip Darjeeling, don’t turn on your heel, guaranteed protection, your blonde hair conceals, an invisible connection, and all of those parties, you gave by the sea, a desperate fleur de Lys, did waves rise in rhythm, do you remember our street, where you twisted in rayon, laughed at our screams.

Our Cargo Party: Sorry Folks Away Now until the 14th December

Our Cargo Party: Sorry Folks Away Now until the 14th December: Hope you have enjoyed the poems; we will resume again in 6 days. Best wishes to you all.

Katherine

We dream of justice, defeated, tossed away, images of a love resistant, do we think of Solomon, who never sought that reign, what were we thinking of, will our insolence, our keeled remains, enslave and imprison us, calendars we’ve only one, it stays on a single page, shows how far we’ve come, uncertain questions, lie unborn every day, none of them unscripted, cigarettes smoked and gone, try to have our say, love frittered on our sons, is this our saving gain ?.

Irene

The ice cold Diva, makes no sense to me, when she sings Ave Maria, face tragic as your bones, a poem helps me sleep, source what you have shown, the love you gave to rivers, to seamen and Cafe's, stunned you made us shiver, your laugh is for dreamers, like sunshine on the breeze, yet hard as coquina, in circumstances of our own, can we ever make history, when each morning’s disowned, no one lives Scot free, or owns their own scene, praying only for Bollinger, your soul flies released.

Juanita

Don’t talk to me and pause, give one of those sighs, I've heard these tales before, this is my home now, not your own interesting life, God you’re so slow, while you made good causes, I was barely alive, all your conditional clauses, Recife, Manous, a church door, Is this where you expect to die, you want me to follow, here’s what I won’t, despite the way you cried, who needed comfort, sun kissed beaches skin glow bars, boys, such easy delights, I always stayed below, praying for a tide.

Hermoine

When love is a clumsy dare, three missed trains, makes my face solemn , red is a wonderful flare, that love should stay, instead of being forgotten, lines going nowhere, the drink I splashed away, nights of ached for care, play them like a solitaire , I’ll never change, always pay at dealing, on the cafe' square, trees in the cold rain, cigarette smoke catches, my mother at her worst, rushes me through each day, that I should be someone, It's better my way.

Graunia

Old men who want women, eat calf’s liver and greens, something clings to them, the coming night groans, a wind hushed chill seizes, skin that clings to bones, worried they appear timid, by the city's muffled seethe, their desires know no limit, say they’ll make their ladies glow, bestow love every evening, bars are their road show, cognac turns their breath bitter, doubt what talk has gleaned, all a disco ball glitter, beneath their boasts, they know what Goya’s seen, richer, older,a softer pillow, wine, bread, falling leaves.

Graunia

Men who want women, eat calf’s liver and greens, something clings to them, the coming night groans, a wind hushed chill seizes, skin that clings to bones, worried they appear timid, by the city's muffled seethe, their desires know no limit, say they’ll make their ladies glow, show love every evening, bars are their road show, cognac turns their breath bitter, they doubt what love has gleaned, a silver disco ball glitter, beneath their moans, know what Goya’s seen, richer, older, a soft pillow, wine, bread, falling leaves.

Fara

Who removes the cast, do only children look to home, across the singing grass, The Café’ du Pris, why regret my tone , pray for the doctors release, Verde across the terrace, Campari , dark glasses, soda, visits here begin with a fast, deny the need, shield me from my woes, I aim to please, sourball summer Maria Callas, who am I to moan, whisky colours sooth my chances, sea birds screech and wheel, their nests are honeycombed, look again and believe, am I beyond this loan?

Emily

The poetes maudit, you always loved, keep me in the garden, is this what you call home, beside your son, who goes back to his mother, the one who scatters easy the fruits of men, while daylight fades released, 'I ache for a baby' I moan, what have you begun, to kiss when he’s gone, salt claims an early warning, maybe it’s a dry run, for your evening with me, dicey laughter comes in jolts, birds at dusk settle and thrum, is it by reading Whitman, my waters run

Carmen

There's times I wish, I’ve waited so long, on this wretched bridge, my taxi’s gone, now leave me alone, I’m not twenty one , what makes you think, I don’t know what I’m doing, getting jealous in drink, splashing on eau de cologne, the water looks cold, standing in the metal folds, let the moon shrink, my ship's coming home, curtains start to twitch, see me put lipstick on, an unsteady sojourn, to meet my splendid one, he’s majestic and swish, brown as an acorn. he’s my sailor dish, not just some old bojo.