The ghost of myself is haunting my life

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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!

Ice

The arctic guides
Us through
The crystal
White and blue
Steel and you
A heart
Forgotten
Trodden on
And broken
Cracks in the ice
Windows of souls
Cracking old
Never dull
Piercing our eyes
Almost blind

Outside
And inside
Light
Guides
Me
Blind
To
You

Little sleeping people

Little sleeping people
Not just a childhood
Defined
By
Santa’s boot prints

Mum and dad’s Wellingtons
Across the carpet
Of glistening snow

Glitter powered
Self-raising flower

The door softly
Closing behind

The memory
Of magic deeds

Powering us
Through a life
That needs
Little people
To
Dream

I met a woman who worked so hard she and her husband only had a little time to pretend to be father Christmas when their kids finally fell asleep but they didn’t just creep in and leave presents, they sprinkled flower and glitter on the floor and used Wellington boots to fake Santa’s footprints there and back.Read the rest

Drinking wine in the daytime

Drinking wine
In the daytime
On the eve
Of my daughter’s birthday

The only time
To wrap the presents
in time

Write a card
More wine
No time

We work opposite shifts
Me pm
You am
Filling in gaps
Left by me
Left by you

The chiefs of time
don’t care a dime
It’s not worth their time

I’ll always be there for her
You’ll always be there for her

What would I advise her?… Read the rest

This girl

This girl
Who twists and turns
In my head
In my bed

As I get to know
This ever-changing view
Never-ending smiles
Pile up

And I sift
Through your kisses

Sometimes I wonder
Why I love you

I question
Your dark, thick, hair
Face from a world of travels

Your breasts
Are my lifetime
Of staring

When you smile
Even my past lights up
I could walk back
Through your illumination

But I don’t want to
I want to be here
With you
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