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The Poems of Baz McCarthy

These are a selection of some of Baz McCarthy’s poems. Most poems were written in and around Bristol.  He doesn’t like writing at home, he says he needs the flurry of people rushing or sitting around, doing or saying pointless things to fill in their lives…

He’s always been a massive people-watcher and eavesdropper, so if you see some bloke furiously scribbling into his Moleskine on the table next to you…

Completely irreverent and lacking any formal training or respect for anyone who has, he writes from the gut and the heart and performs his poetry in the same powerful, yet carefree manner!

This year, 2023, he’s performed aplenty, around Bristol, in places such as El Rincon, The Bristol Fringe, Coffee#1, Eldon House, Fat Goat @ Jafra and Grain Barge and the poems get honed by audience reactions (shout-out to the many lovely, enthusiastic, patient and welcoming people who suffer at my poetic hands!).

Also, some these poems may well have changed by now and even grown into bigger and better poems, although I’m not saying bigger is always better!

Journey through

I am a crumbling wall.
Little flowers pockmark me.
Tiny animals inhabit in-between.
The sun shines on me.
When it rains, the drips crystallise stars, all over me.

Then a journey begins, along tiny roads.
Red shine and sheen, follow me with whispers.… Read the rest

Red Gull

Gliding in,
float down,
autumn leaf.… Read the rest

The grey dance

Long chains of dark grey
Moving along across the windowpane

Another day gets slaughtered by my bitch

There are chirps from little birds
There is movement from the tree
The wind blowing it back and forth
The light changes almost constantly
Shining on my head
Shining on my death
On my bed

And then

The house across I don’t know
The clatter of things that hang down from my blinds
They sound like boats in a pond romantic
But they are like old fashioned clocks counting time with a tick and a tock
And eventually time runs out it runs out it runs out

The grey dance continues


Hello world
Breathing in
Black on blue
A corner of gems
Sparkling in miniature
Closer to me
A dawn square
Falling in
Through my window


I see fireworks
In the distance
Explosions of joy
But not for this big boy

Another significant day
In other people’s ways

Red burst
Into the sky
Just looks like
A drop of blood
From a crying eye

I see more fireworks
Yellow this time
Sparkling bright
Little suns in the night
But no sons have I

Cover the sun
Delete the joy
For this big boy
Was a small boy
Full of sunshine
In another time

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