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PoArtry – The Enforcer

Artwork by Derek Baker.
Poem based on the Image

I twist caps just to hit rats

Takes balls to have a racket, I prefer brick bats

More flaps than Barbour jackets when I’m packing

All gravy when I’m chip stacking

Poker face play the big blind

Take the biscuit and leave the cracker lacking

No slacking, I stick and move, more weight than body shamed youth

Move muted as abusive twitter mentions

Only need planning permission when the scope is extended

Pay up, it’s the best way to end this

Otherwise, it’s red dot on all offenders

I’m a debt collector not a death clock

Ain’t a portrait with my head shot!

Bow!!!

If you heard that, nurse that or it’ll be a bittersweet symphony, where’s your verve at?

I exorcise where you work at.

My nines take lives I wish they were cats

You don’t want those problems

I blew veins for the cheese like I had a dare me intolerance

This ain’t the kind of mud you want to wallow in

What’s the point of debt if the last you have left is the time and air you’re borrowing?

This is the kind of wisdom that would have Solomon swallowing

Pay day is May Day and my steel will steal away with no alarm no caution

Green light on a red head that doesn’t heed a warning.

Bring the heat to your world like I was global warming.

Take your girl and your son cos I’m a knight that doesn’t need her morning.

If you never rolled the dice I wouldn’t have arrived to leave your soul on ice.

Say goodnight and hello to Bruce Forsyth

It was nice to see you, nice.

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PoArtry – Pint of Punch

Image: Friday Pay Packet by Derek Baker. – poetry based on the image.

Friday night’s for fighting

It’s Rose and crown vs canvas and brush

Scholar’s on tap to summon the black hats

Will it be brother or blood?

Emerald eyes smell fear and loathing

A chalice of malice passes like communion wine

For a sack of coal you can be out cold

Friday nights are Christmas time

It’s their round for a pound

Two squares stand up to box

Two circle to try angles

A proposal of hunters with no fox

Who will reach the engine room?

Who will smash the crown jewels?

Can Don the diamond produce a shiner or will the piper play the fool?

These two are a blue moon rising

Wolves howling about spilled pints, trodden toes and their rights

Spaces invaded, the only white flags are from those on the side

Wishing it was Saturday.

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PoArtry – Miss Polly

“Miss Polly” by Derek Baker, an interpretation of the original poem

Caterwauling choirs, cranberry with canned fizz bull doze sleeping giants across causeways

Emerald eyes rupture roots standing italic, shaking spears at any globe in orbit.

Teacups and tiaras take the biscuit when the silver spoon isn’t full of sugar.

Dunkers hold court but it’s a masquerade ball.

Play by rules you’ve retweeted.

We fall for the measurements kissing the ground hoping they’re others sizes.

A pound of flesh isn’t that expensive.

Have a heart! That’ll do

Won’t you chuckle, brothers?

We sigh into cyclones pedalling clouds to pander.

Ganja seems more sacred than the Ganges but its peace, love and respect right?

Let’s all hold hands please

But don’t touch me

Alright, if you must

Just don’t thrust into the dovetail.

We try to make the “would” work when what’s supposed to isn’t the bigger prism.

Expect folk to harmonise with our music even when the track is hidden.

Ask them to rock our world and never throw stones

Ask for granite provolone in chromosomes forgetting a skeletons just a mobile home full of flaws and cracked windows.

Playing scratched records hoping our set has some floor filling singles.

But what has the bigger ring to it?

Be who you are even if we disagree? OR tick every box until nobody breathes?

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PoArtry: Round 2

Create and Share with the World, a cliche I co-opted from a commentator on the Playstation 2 Game NBA Street 2. For all it’s misplaced addition to the world of street basketball, it is one that I’ve held dear ever since. One that drives me to seek out collaborative spaces and opportunities.

With PoArtry I would be randomly paired with an artist then given three months to create a piece of poetry based on one of their existing works and vice versa. A 10 day exhibition would take place which included a dedicated poetry reading. I’ve now entered two of these projects, the latter which finished on 10th February 2020 being tied into a literature festival.

The beauty and ugliness of art is laid bare by the fluidity of interpretation. I can honestly say that I did not know what to expect when I was paired with either artist. Both were stylistic wildcards that meshed with my contrarian tendencies. I was therefore excited when I started to rifle through their work.

Although both artists took the same approach in picking elements from my poems rather than focusing on the larger concepts, they yielded rather different results. Some may say this is to be expected because people are people. What happens when the artist’s explanation of their output runs in opposition to the poet’s convictions or vice versa? Do you acknowledge the piece for what it is or try to change the narrative?

When I consider how Derek who interpreted my poem described it, there is a delicious irony in the contrast between my message and real life vs the illustration in which I could easily be the villain of the piece.

I choose to let art be art. I choose to find common ground between the truths I subscribe to and those of others. As I learn, I find new streams of inspiration.

I challenged myself to submit to the art rather than make the art bend to my penmanship. I hoped that this time, the longest conversation wouldn’t just be at the initial stages of pairing or selection of work to use. I hoped that the artist wouldn’t just give me a polite hello on the launch night but (to this day) never acknowledge my contribution to the collaboration.

I wonder if things would have turned out differently had we had meatier conversations. It’s possible that everything or maybe nothing would have changed.

Ultimately I wrote two poems and inspired a piece of art that went on sale for £450. To buy all 3 pieces of art would have cost you close to £1200. The feedback from both Derek and others was incredibly positive. Although I wonder what a more traditional artist would create from my work, I am more than happy with what was done and hope to do many more.

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We show our friends who they should date just to say we called it
But ain’t got a word worth its salt for their divorces.
The gold sprinkled well wishing didn’t bring the fairytale we fought for
It doesn’t sit well being the pied piper that failed recorder
We had the hats suits and the cake on order
The match was supposed to be their flavour but the aftertaste was salty
We thought we could create the blood that was thicker than water
Turned beef eater into a vegan sipping gin but ain’t got the tonic for them
Spy reporting shows some open doors yet never cuts the keys
When standing statuesque in the aisles feels a liberty who carried the torch?
It was a crocodile identifying as a dragon with the name of scorch
Yet the blaze sent them to Coventry, the land of the damned.
They’re hum drum making music from the one we banged
Some of us hope we’ll be a good catch on their rebound
When the penny drops we’ll flake like a 99
Wishing well until its fruit goes brown in the sunshine
The next will be the cream of the crop when your scooped
Some of our closest wont dare to tell us that we’re just VI Poo
The sweet smell before it all goes down
A royal flush only wins if we don’t overplay our hand
Only if what we’re dealing has not been banned

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