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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 #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.
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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 #7

28 Mar

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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 11th  April 2013

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RETRO METRO ROMANCE

 by Greg Mackie

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There’s an old man on the metro, 

An accordion man.

He’s playing Edith Piaf, 

And I’m watching his hands.

His fingers are dancing, 

On keys black and white,

He’s lost in his music, 

He’s lost in the night.

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Accordion man, 

Will you play me a tune? 

Accordion man, 

Will you give me the moon? 

Take me back to the time,

When we were happy and free, 

And before this mad world, 

Took her so far from me.

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His music brings memories,

Of a faraway land.

Under a bright moonlit sky,

We walk hand in hand.

There’s a magical garden, 

Red flowers, a blue stream.

We lie down on green grass,

And together we dream.

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I could stay here forever, 

With you in my arms,

Happy and warm, 

Under a blanket of stars.

I close my eyes shut,

To remember your smile.

And I wish I could hold you, 

But you’re no longer mine.

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The music continues, 

He plays on and on.

Ten metro stations,

Have vanished and gone.

He’s so lost in his music, 

He did not even see,

That all the tourists got off,

To see the Bastille.

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He bows and he smiles, 

His music like wine.

I’m drunk and I’m dizzy, 

But empty inside.

I give him a coin, 

Une pièce de deux euros.

And ask when do I see,

La vie en rose?

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Accordion man, 

Will you play me a tune? 

Accordion man, 

Will you give me the moon? 

Take me back to the time,

That I never shall see, 

Take me back to the days 

When my love still loved me.

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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #6

14 Mar

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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.tumblr.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 28th  March 2013

 

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a model town by Greg Mackie

A Model Town

by Greg Mackie

They say fake it till you make it,
But at this rate I’m gonna break it.
This old pink mask is made of plastic,
It’s full of cracks, I think it’s past it.

I’m a plastic man, in a plastic town,
When that neon sun, comes to melt me down,
The hopes and dreams of my teenage years,
WIll rainbow the dirt with gasoline tears.

Let’s share a taco, and a timezone.
I screwed it up, the fault is my own.
But this is life, it’s not a warzone,
I just need kicking, up the comfort zone.

Maybe if I drove along your freeways,
I would have seen those things more clearly.
But in this town, there are no free ways,
Instead of love, I gave you clichés.
 

 

Frenzy’s Flash Feature #5

28 Feb

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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.tumblr.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 14th  March 2013

 

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Candy, Original Photograph by Greg Mackie

Candy, Original Photograph by Greg Mackie

TO FLY WITH THE BIRDS

by Greg Mackie

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To fly with the birds, is quite absurd.

We shouldn’t be up this high.

There’s just no way, that this much steel,

Can float there in the sky.

If God had wanted Man to fly,

We’d have wings and a feathery tail.

He probably thinks we’re crazy,

Packed like sardines in this metal whale.

Besides the trip is pointless,

These days, we’re all alike.

The world is just one big village shop,

Selling Ipods and Big Macs and Nikes.

I was happy going to Blackpool,

Or at a push, the Isle of Wight.

I would have even gone camping in Scotland,

To avoid this ten-hour flight.

But here I am, drinking tepid wine,

With a sandwich cold and dry.

I’m determined to enjoy this meal,

Might be the last before I die.

Maybe I should pause, and say a prayer,

And hug you very tight.

Maybe we should live every single day,

As if it were the final flight.

My eyes are drawn, and despite it all,

To the splendour of the mystic blue.

The raspberry ripple sky, and the sherbet sun,

The world is sweeter, when I taste it with you.

I don’t want to leave this heaven,

I’m happy here, just holding your hand,

And if you really want to know the truth,

I’m too damn scared to land!

 

Frenzy’s Flash Feature #3

31 Jan

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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.tumblr.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 14th  February 2013. 

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The Brand-New Me

by Greg Mackie

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I didn’t see it coming,

Although it happens every year,

And the complete and utter shock,

Has left me drowning in my tears.

My trousers have all shrunk,

And my shirts have all changed size.

I’ve got nothing left to wear,

Except some socks and a wrinkled tie.

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I need to give myself a shake,

Before it’s finally too late,

I need to get down to the gym,

And get back into decent shape.

It’s time to count those calories,

And eat those low fat meals,

It’s time to shed those extra pounds,

And roll back twenty years.

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I want to be trim and healthy,

And I’m determined to make it last,

Those fish and chips and chocolate bars,

Are sins of a forgotten past.

I’m going to eat five a day

Until my curves do melt.

Carrot sticks and celery,

Until my figure’s svelte.

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And if I’m really well behaved,

As a very special treat,

I might be tempted to enjoy,

a prize of my favourite sweets.

So, to celebrate the brand-new me,

A man who’s in control,

I’ll start my diet that’s for sure,

Just, after this one, last, sausage roll.


Frenzy’s Flash Feature #2

17 Jan

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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.tumblr.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 31st January 2013. 

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touristsIntrepid

Original Photograph by Greg Mackie

TOURISTS INTREPID

By Greg Mackie

Tourists intrepid,
From all around the globe,
Emerge from the subway,
Braving wind, rain and cold.
They’ve travelled thousands of miles,
By bus, train and plane,
And waited boldly in line,
Again and again.

They’ve ventured to see,
Those momuments that I,
Pass every single day,
Without batting an eye.
For this world is a wonder,
Its beauty so bright,
When seen that very first time,
Through camera sights.

Oh! To be like them,
And escape from this life!
To see it all again,
In a different light!
I need six months vacation,
A complete change of scene,
But not from this fine city,
From the jerk that is me.

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