Barry Tebb

My Only Valentine – Barry Tebb

My Only Valentine – Barry Tebb

Your voice on the telephone Hushes the storm in my heart Lightning strikes twice In the same place. I cannot picture your face No photograph, no keepsake, No letters scented with your smile, No ring or marriage bed. Your kisses were the best I ever had, my first, My only valentine. ~ MY ONLY VALENTI... »

Sorry I Missed You – Barry Tebb

Sorry I Missed You – Barry Tebb

(or ‘Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited’) What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay dying in Ireland? “Phone Peter Pegnall in Leeds, an ex-pupil of Jimmy’s. He’s organising A benefit reading, he’d love to hear from you and have your help.” ‘Like hell he would’ I th... »

You – Barry Tebb

You – Barry Tebb

“Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day” The words of the song in Tauber’s mellifluous tenor Haunt my nights and days, make me tremble when I hear Your voice on the phone, sadden me when I can’t make into your smile The pucker of your lips, the gleam in your eye. The day we met is with ... »

The Colossus – Barry Tebb

The Colossus – Barry Tebb

(Goya, an old man in exile, looks at his self-portrait) A bull’s neck, still much needed, Deserving exile or the guillotine, ‘Because you are an artist we forgave you’, Thus his royal highness gave thanks, My fingers itching for brush and canvas, Floury cheeks and rouge, legs a donkey would be asham... »

Three Songs For Mayday Morning – Barry Tebb

Three Songs For Mayday Morning – Barry Tebb

( I ) for ‘JC’ of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there Lost with my room rifled, my belongings scattered, Purse, diary and vital list of numbers gone – Vague sad memories of mam n’dad Leeds 1942 back-to-back with shared outside lav. Hosannas of sweet May... »

James Simmons R.I.P. – Barry Tebb

James Simmons R.I.P. – Barry Tebb

You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, the sharp invective, The barbed wit, the lapsed Irish Protestant Who never gave a shit, crossed the palms Of the great and good with coins hot with contempt For the fakers and the tricksters whose poetry... »

Requiescam – Barry Tebb

Requiescam – Barry Tebb

(May I lie in peace) Let there be grass and trees to blow And fold me in their shadow Branches to shake and leaves Turn brown, fall and lie fallow. Let there be moorlands swept by wind And raked by rain, purple splashes of heather In autumn and sturdy boulders our forefathers Carved their names on, ... »

Grotty And The Quarryman – Barry Tebb

Grotty And The Quarryman – Barry Tebb

(To Paul Sykes, author of ‘Sweet Agony’) He demolished five doors at a sitting And topped it off with an outsize window One Christmas afternoon, when drunk; Sober he smiled like an angel, bowed, Kissed ladies’ hands and courtesy Was his middle name. She tried to pass for thirty at fifty-... »

A CALL TO ARMS – Barry Tebb

A CALL TO ARMS – Barry Tebb

It was like chucking-out time In a rough Victorian pub Cherubic Dylan was first to go Lachrymose but with a show Of strength, yelling “Buggerall, Buggerall, this is my boat-house In Laugherne, these are my books, My prizes, I ride every wave-crest, My loves are legion. What’s this You’re sayin... »

The Colossus – Barry Tebb

The Colossus – Barry Tebb

(Goya, an old man in exile, looks at his self-portrait) A bull’s neck, still much needed, Deserving exile or the guillotine, ‘Because you are an artist we forgave you’, Thus his royal highness gave thanks, My fingers itching for brush and canvas, Floury cheeks and rouge, legs a donkey would be asham... »

James Simmons R.I.P. – Barry Tebb

James Simmons R.I.P. – Barry Tebb

You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, the sharp invective, The barbed wit, the lapsed Irish Protestant Who never gave a shit, crossed the palms Of the great and good with coins hot with contempt For the fakers and the tricksters whose poetry... »

MY ONLY VALENTINE – Barry Tebb

MY ONLY VALENTINE – Barry Tebb

Your voice on the telephone Hushes the storm in my heart Lightning strikes twice In the same place. I cannot picture your face No photograph, no keepsake, No letters scented with your smile, No ring or marriage bed. Your kisses were the best I ever had, my first, My only valentine. ~ MY ONLY VALENTI... »

Three Songs For Mayday Morning – Barry Tebb

Three Songs For Mayday Morning – Barry Tebb

( I ) for ‘JC’ of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there Lost with my room rifled, my belongings scattered, Purse, diary and vital list of numbers gone – Vague sad memories of mam n’dad Leeds 1942 back-to-back with shared outside lav. Hosannas of sweet May... »

You – Barry Tebb

You – Barry Tebb

“Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day” The words of the song in Tauber’s mellifluous tenor Haunt my nights and days, make me tremble when I hear Your voice on the phone, sadden me when I can’t make into your smile The pucker of your lips, the gleam in your eye. The day we met is with ... »

Grotty And The Quarryman – Barry Tebb

Grotty And The Quarryman – Barry Tebb

(To Paul Sykes, author of ‘Sweet Agony’) He demolished five doors at a sitting And topped it off with an outsize window One Christmas afternoon, when drunk; Sober he smiled like an angel, bowed, Kissed ladies’ hands and courtesy Was his middle name. She tried to pass for thirty at fifty-... »

Requiescam – Barry Tebb

Requiescam – Barry Tebb

(May I lie in peace) Let there be grass and trees to blow And fold me in their shadow Branches to shake and leaves Turn brown, fall and lie fallow. Let there be moorlands swept by wind And raked by rain, purple splashes of heather In autumn and sturdy boulders our forefathers Carved their names on, ... »

Sorry I Missed You – Barry Tebb

Sorry I Missed You – Barry Tebb

(or ‘Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited’) What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay dying in Ireland? “Phone Peter Pegnall in Leeds, an ex-pupil of Jimmy’s. He’s organising A benefit reading, he’d love to hear from you and have your help.” ‘Like hell he would’ I th... »