JPF Goodman

https://youtu.be/Hhdkj0ZkIDQ

Protest with a spring in your step with a free gift from your favourite unpaid unrecognised poet, march to this my chickens:

  One at a time

One at a time

One at a time

Etc [NB: Insert moans as appropriate]

March to this and you will get whatever you want provided you split any profit with your own top moaning moaner, who hopes the above image of the toughest mini moaning moaner in cinematic…

I loved it when my North Pole touched your South Pole When your North met my South But alas, our Souths and Norths can never touch That's the pain of two magnets in love If we could touch in such a way We would not be magnets, or two, or in love This separation is essential Keeps us afloat and moving in the right direction So, though I am repelled so cruelly I will use my iron qualities To…

Although only a humble and rarely celebrated poet and writer, I have a plan which may change British history for the better in a single click, if enough millions click it. It’s simple, so please read carefully:

We the following propose that the new Prime Minister of Great Britain resigns as soon as he or she announces his or her self.

[Please add to the pressure by liking, loving or sharing the…

I Was a Poet

I was a Poet

I was an excellent poet

Read one of my poems once and

You won’t need to read it again

I was a fine poet

Read one of my poems as often as you like

You still won’t know what it’s all about

I was a harmonious poet

Ignore the words’ meaning

Just listen to the music in them

I was a didactic poet

No doubt you’ll agree with all my sentiments

I was an engaging poet

If you like my poetry

You…

Poem for Mothering Sunday

My mother

Was a beautiful dancer,

By the time she was seven

She was so lovely

A famous artist painter her portrait.

She was aristocratic

(She wanted me to call her ‘Mummy’)

And sang ‘Golden Slumbers’ to me

Until she was put into prison

For not being able to walk.

She faded away as fast as she could

So we’d have time to dry our tears

And now all that’s left of her

Is that portrait, a silver ring…

That thing inside your chest

Throbbing and pounding

Is not a parasite

It is your heart.

While you’re living

The world owes you

And so your heart should be light

Even when you have to put up a fight

When it seems part of the world you find yourself in,

Would treat any lightness in your heart as a sin

And yourself only fit for the bin.

So you don’t need to feel your heart as a weight

It’s your…

Could it possibly be

That we are just like dark energy

That our existence depends

On moving apart with incredible speed

Obeying gravitational law so we may expand

Though that is the very force

That fills us with longing to be closer together

So we are doomed to greater ignorance

By reason of our becoming ever more clever?

Well, I don’t like metaphors, or similes

Just want one tiny answer

To…

[In other news, here’s this start of a poem]

  Peace on Earth

  All this time I thought it was me

When it was them

Now I’m inclined to think it was me again

So smug and slow and so wrong

Still nothing changes or it takes too long

So, are we all agreed that to mutter towards the Prime Minister, a phrase such as “Stupid Woman” or, before too long, such as “Stupid people” is now to be considered beyond the pale and illegal?

Wishing you are Cary Grant

A lovely account of this great star’s life, aspects of which sound like a fairy tale – grim but ending happily.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b0bqqhkw/imagine-2018-becoming-cary-grant

One of Life’s little paradoxes

When you really care about people

You want to know they’ll be alright without you

So, knowing they do well enough without you

You never see them, while

Time begins to lie heavy on you

What to do?

Get on with your life

Make new friends

Hope the tide drifts you

Toward the shores of those you miss

She says she loves me

And she’s not lying

In this moment she’s not lying

But moments do not last

And in that moment my cruel heart

Can only ask,

She loves me and she’s not lying

But will she lie with me

So this precious moment will last a little longer?

No, moments do not last

But some rewire the brain permanently

And my sad, cruel heart has yet to learn

To pass that precious moment on

Before it…

Stephen Foster, Beautiful Dreamer

Tue 31 Jul 1Tue 31 Jul 18 11:40 Beautiful Dreamer 1935. Musical. Director: Joseph Santley. Stars Douglass Montgomery, Evelyn Venable & Adrienne Ames. The life and loves of composer Stephen Foster who was the influence for the early Minstrel shows.8

This short film gives a vivid account of the life of Stephen Foster, …