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.