Poetry: The Unexpected Sun by Ian Copestick

It’s nights like this when you really feel Glad to be alive. The blistering heat of the day Has given way to a gorgeous, warm, tender Evening. The sky is still a pale, cloudless Blue, but you can sense that a beautiful Sunset is on the way. As I walk with my dog People are…

Detritus Of The Drunken Night by Ian Lewis Copestick

Detritus Of The Drunken Night is Ian Lewis Copestick‘s first poetry collection and it’s a belter. Love, life, loneliness, death and  debt are only some themes of this marvellous collection. Gritty but never grim these are heartfelt and razor- sharp slices of life. Detritus Of The Drunken Night is published by Cajun Mutt Press and is…

Poetry: Outside The Burnt Out Notre Dame by Ian Copestick

I saw on the TV news, as they were reporting From outside the burnt out Notre Dame That it has stood there for 850 years. All the way back to the 12th Century. It really made me think, all of the changes That have happened in that time, the cathedral Stood there witnessing it all….

Poetry: Sunday Evenings by Ian Copestick

The leaves are appearing on the trees The daffodils sway in the breeze It’s a dull Sunday evening in spring What is happening ? Absolutely nothing ! The sky is a mixture of grey and blue As if it can’t make it’s mind up what to do It feels like the whole world is having…

Poetry: My Theology by Ian Copestick

As I walk the streets, my aches Remind me that I’m passing middle age The wear and tear the body takes This skin, bone and muscle cage That we work so hard to preserve Yet still we yearn to transcend We know there must be more than this Earth And simple death can’t be the…

Poetry: Here Comes The …. by Ian Copestick

Yes, they’re coming The long days of summer The sun is shining And this weekend The clocks go forward The long sun- filled days Are on their way I love this time of year The anticipation can be Better than the real thing It’s exciting, it fills my Soul with joy Yes, I love this…

Poetry: A Safety Valve by Ian Copestick

I keep being told that people findMy poetry depressing, or grim. To me they just don’t get it. As I write these poems I get high, it takesThe sadness out of me. It’s like  lancingA boil, after I’ve finished any sadnessHas gone. I am dancing again lighterThan air. Skipping the streets a smileOn my face.If…

Poetry: Not Just Yet by Ian Copestick

It’s days like today, when you realise That all of your big, grand poetic thoughts Mean nothing, less than nothing. In the workaday world where men Are paid for using their muscles Your poetic theories don’t mean shit You’re not going to have an interview for A warehouse job where the boss Suddenly says ”…

Poetry:The Big Fight by Ian Copestick

I was re-reading ” Big Sur ” tonight And I noticed that I’m the same age As Kerouac was when he died. I’ve got to say That it scared the shit out of me. I’ve written a fraction of what he has But I guess I’ve probably drank as much Alcohol, and taken a hell…

2 Poems by Ian Copestick

 Why Is It Always Me? Why, oh why does everything seem to go wrong ? Other people’s lives look so ordered And seem to run so smoothly. Mine is like a house where I’m trying to keep The roof up with only two walls And the wind is blowing like mad. I wonder if their…