My Philosophy by Ian Lewis Copestick

I know that I can be a pain In the arse type, and that For reasons I have never Fully understood, a lot Of people really dislike me. But all I’ve ever wanted is For us to be truthful and Try to communicate with Each other honestly. That’s why I write. I really Believe that…

Insanities Of A Different Type by Ian Lewis Copstick

We live in a world Devoid of magic and Wonder. God is dead And nothing has yet Replaced Him. Yet, The world has not Become a more Rational place. It’s Just that insanities Of a different type Take hold .Tonight There is a huge, fat, Full October moon Just hanging there In the sky. It…

Bedtime With The Wolf by Ian Lewis Copsetick

Bedtime With The Wolf I get out of a red hot bath, And due to the cold Shiver and shake like a Withdrawing alcoholic. Towel myself off as quickly As I possibly can. Get my Pyjamas on and slip into A nice warm bed. I pour Myself a strong drink, Light a cigarette and try…

Passed It by Ian Lewis Copestick

Middle age is beginning To sit comfortably upon My shoulders. I can handle The wrinkles, I’ve been Balding since my late Teens, I’ve never been What you might call a Looker, and looking Back over my youth I Don’t see much to miss. Of course age brings Its own problems and Difficulties, but acne, Sexual…

2 Poems by Ian Lewis Copestick

Lewis Copestick For now it’s overcast and grey But, the real darkness is on its way You can take that as either meaning On this rainy, late September evening My father’s lying in the hospital My love for him makes my heart full He’s hopefully coming round from the anaesthetic I’m so scared shirtless, it’s…

Happy Birthday by Ian Lewis Copestick

It’s my Dad’s birthday today He’s 78 years old. Next week I will be 47. Getting old is shit. There are some good bits, I think I’ve only been, not Happy, but content since I’ve been in my ’40’s. Before that I spent way Too much time worrying About what people thought. Now I really…

A Crappy Poem by Ian Lewis Copestick

It gets so frustrating Waiting for someone, And they’re over 20 minutes late. You look at your watch Every couple of minutes. Keep looking out of the Window every time You hear a car. Keep an eye on your Phone, in case it Starts ringing. But, what can you do ? What can you do…

Getting Too Old ? by Ian Lewis Copestick

Am I really getting too old ? Well if I am, I just don’t feel it My hip hurts when it gets cold At least I’ve got the balls to reveal it I can’t lie about my age My face tells it’s own tale Too many nights on the rampage Too many drugs, too much…

What, If Anything? by Ian Lewis Copestick

The further I head Down this one way road Going past middle age To the end of the line. The more I find myself Thinking of death and What, if anything, waits For us there. I always Thought that there was Nothing, but the older I get, I wonder if I was Wrong. It’s not…

Two Poems from Ian Lewis Copestick

The Ghost Of Chris Passed As I wander the Streets at night I see a young couple Moving into a flat That a mate of mine Lived in, before he Died of cancer. I wonder as I wander If the flat picked up Frequencies from my Friend, or us, his friends As we partied there….