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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #14

15 Aug

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry.  This, sadly, will be the last of this particular feature due to ArtiPeeps’ development plans. See here. However, you can always catch up with Greg’s poetry on ArtiPeeps via his continued contributions to ‘Transformations’ our collaborative poetry project inspired by Ovid’s Metamorphoses.

My sincere thanks go to Greg for all his creative input with his feature over the past months. ArtiPeeps and I have appreciated it enormously. Thank you. 

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>>>>>  The Street Photographer

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The Street Photographer

by Greg Mackie

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The street photographer
misses nothing –
the last lingering looks
of nervous new lovers,
the world-weary eyes
of fleeced-out fathers,
the sardonic smiles
of monochrome mothers.
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The street photographer
gently juxtaposes
and careful condradicts,
he teases the truth
with his camera ice-pick
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He sees through the smiles,
sees though the disguise,
captures the essence
of our animal lies.
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When his wife left him Tuesday,
her expression so bitter –
he picked up his camera,
and he took his best picture.
 
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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #16

1 Aug

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 15th August 2013

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Divided

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DIVIDED

by Greg Mackie

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I met myself on the street today,

I was looking rather pale;

My eyes were red,

my hair unwashed,

I didn’t look too well.

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I tried to find the courage,

To ask me what was wrong;

I’ve known myself

for quite some time now –

We used to get along.

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He told me he was suffering,

from choices that I’d made.

I said you’re an adult now,

and you’ve made your bed,

and in your bed, you’ll lay.

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He screamed at me in anger;

I’d never seen me this way.

His cold blue eyes

were so full of hate,

I had to turn and look away.

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He said,

If love can move a mountain,

if love solves everything,

Why am I so lonely?

Why did you give in?

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I couldn’t find an answer;

I couldn’t even speak –

I watched me walk

around the corner,

and I’ve never felt so weak.

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Will I ever see myself again?

Will I ever be complete?

And how many other divided souls,

Shall I meet,

On this busy street?

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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #15

18 Jul

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 1st August 2013

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Bridlington Harbour

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Bridlington Harbour

by Greg Mackie

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It’s the summer of my first decade

and Bob Marley’s on the radio –

telling me to be wary about women.

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Outside the caravan,

on deckchairs,

Dad’s wearing a straw hat;

Mum’s wearing a smile

and they’re both on holiday –

from themselves. 

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This is the time – 

polaroided into my memory,

like a instaflash of happiness.

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Tonight,

as every night,

we’re going down to the harbour,

where the sea is inky black

and vast and unknown like my future.

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The sea stinks of dead fish and engine oil,

doughnut wrappers float on gasoline rainbows,

and yet  – 

the ice-cream is the sweetest in the world.

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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #14

4 Jul

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 18th July 2013

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FREE VERSE

by Greg Mackie

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They made it illegal to

stand in protest,

so now we walk

in parks –

silently.

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There are four thousand of us –

lost children,

walking along wide alleys,

walking in circles,

on the grass

between the trees

and the flower beds.

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The sun is shining bright

but the shadows are dark

and we know that,

very soon,

they shall make it illegal

to walk-

even silently.

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We know that,

very soon,

they shall come

from beyond those trees,

and from among us  –

to break our ribs

and crush our fingers

and teach us to be patriots.

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They shall cut us down  –

and there shall be

no protest,

no sanction,

no international outcry.

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The enemy,

the most vicious  –

the enemy,

the most destructive  –

is indifference.

 

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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #13

20 Jun

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 4th July 2013

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MEADOWS UNLUSH

by Greg Mackie

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As part of my
Scottish hard-man act,
I don’t carry umbrellas –
and so when it rains,
and the wise take shelter,
to smoke cigarettes
and shake their hair –
I walk
under the drops,
oblivious,
as they drip down my back,
between shirt and skin.
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Thus, for a few
moist moments,
this town is mine alone –
a kingdom of meadows,
unlush,
amid shining tarmac,
and raindrops,
exploding into flowers –
colour of traffic lights,
and perfume
of sour dust
and seven days sun.
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Even the rivers of leaves
that swirl
into gaping gutters,
and into my shoes and socks,
and the strands of hair
stuck to my forehead
like a crushed crown –
cannot dampen
this irrestible illusion,
of a seductive sun
that shines
inside my mind.
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And as the wise,
warm and dry
under shop porches
and urine-laced doorways,
peer out
at the passing madman
that is me –
I wonder,
vaguely,
an involuntary,
and fleeting thought –
how much do umbrellas cost?
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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #12

6 Jun

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 20th June 2013

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NOT SO GOLDEN

by Greg Mackie

His hands shake –
an effect of his stroke,
rather than the alcohol,
and his thick, grey hands
slip and slide
against the ring-pull.
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“Go on, love, open the tin”
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His accent is from Lithuania;
the words from Yorkshire –
and I open one tin,
and then another,
and after the third,
he says he’ll go hiking,
when he gets his legs back,
and he tells me about the hills,
around Bakewell,
and says that silence
isn’t silence at all,
and that it is,
in fact,
a beautiful noise
of crickets and
birds and
wind in your ears.
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I nod,
and see that he is no longer shaking.
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The thick grey hands
that have caressed woman
and hugged men
and held childrens’ hands
and pulled triggers
and that can no longer
pull ring-pulls,
are resting on the acrylic blue lap
of a second-hand tracksuit.
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After the fourth tin,
his voice is
thick and grey –
and the words that
slip against his mouth,
and slide out from his jaws,
speak of the silence
of a war in winter,
and a ditch of mud and ice,
and a detonation
that transformed a comrade
into a statue –
headless,
bloodless,
frozen,
hands, still pink,
in mid gesture.
 >>>
I lean over and
give him the last tin.
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How much noise,
beautiful or ugly,
does it take
to drown out
the silence
of dead friends
and empty houses?
 
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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #11

23 May

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 6th June 2013

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>>>>>>>>> Photo Effects-

 

COPYCAT

by Greg Mackie

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Every morning,

my cat,

jumps onto the kitchen table,

steals a milk top, 

jumps down,

drops it on the floor,

walks past,

(casually) 

pretending to see it for the first time,  

(he’s a great actor)

pounces on it, 

takes it between his paws, 

pops it back into his mouth – 

and then repeats the whole scene,

about 40 times.

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Eventually, 

the sound of plastic, 

bouncing, scraping, screeching,

on a wooden floor

drives me mad

and I throw a shoe at him –

although not really;

because he’s just following

my bad example.

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Every evening,

when the kids are sleeping,

I take a tub of ice cream,

and put it on the kitchen table,

and walk past it,

(casually)

pretending to see it for the first time,

(I deserve an Oscar) 

take just a spoonful –

and then I repeat the whole scene,

about 40 times.

>>>

Eventually,

all the ice-cream is gone,

and nobody, 

unfortunately,

throws a shoe at me, either.

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