Unbearable Lightness of Robert Garnham Whimsical Summer Special

Hello, I’ve made a summer special version of my home made web series. Join me on a very hot day as I do all kinds of whimsical things such as juggling, dancing, telephoning Mr Trump, and performing some new and old poems. I hope you like it!

Dolly tea time – a poem

Today’s daily poem podcast is about pretending to have a tea party with a friend’s daughter.

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Thirsty work, this.

Today’s poem podcast is about a handyman in a monastery hinting that he would rather like a cup of tea.

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I’m thinking of dumping Sherlock

Today’s daily poem podcast is about someone deciding to end a relationship with Sherlock Holmes.

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Arable Parable – On making out in a field

A saucy poem about the various things that can go wrong while making out in a field. For those who are that way inclined.

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Badger in the Garden (Who thinks he’s on EastEnders)

Here’s a new film version of my poem, Badger in the Garden. It’s actually the first three minutes of a longer piece which I shall be releasing shortly. I hope you like it! It’s a little silly . . .

I’ve been hanging out with the Moor Poets

A whimsical poem about visiting Dartmoor with a local poetry collective.

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Lines on discovering the end of the Argos catalogue

Lines on discovering the end of the Argos catalogue

You book of dream and aspiration,
Fairly-coloured slab of retail authority,
Chunky table-leg wobble-sorter,
Go on, sniff the glue of the spine,
Run your hands over those brittle pages
Like an old family Bible,
Riffled and wrinkled with over-turning motions,
You bring up such emotions
Oh hope, tantalising, and camper than you ever thought,
Each page a potential christmas, that free
Magazine go on, close your eyes and dream of
Salad spinners and personal stereos,
Open them. The first step on any journey.
No, I haven’t bought it yet,
But I’ve got the Argos catalogue.
I wipe a tear from my eye
With my handkerchief (page 149)

A Poetry Gig in the Amazon Basin

Today’s daily poem podcast is about being asked to perform poetry in the Amazon.

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Squidbox : Homecoming

This week I embarked on a new project, writing a sequence of poems about the Brixham fishing industry, with the help of Torbay Culture and the Arts Council. Fishing is a major part of Brixham life and has been so for hundreds of years, and the town has the biggest fishing fleet in the UK. I thought this would be a great opportunity to get to know exactly what it is that makes people want to go out on the high seas and risk their lives week after week.

This is the first poem from what, hopefully, will become a sequence. Homecoming is inspired by watching the trawlers come back home after a long stint at sea.

A lonely dot on a wild wild sea,

A nestle of rigs and beams, a mess

Of rust with nets slung low,

Giant spools and ropes slack dripping brine.

The hairpin concrete bend of jutted brick breakwater,

Of faded dead slow lettering, a test of time,

Scratched and blotched this tub sides a-slap

With the remnants of a sea bed scoured,

Hauled loads from sonar technology blips. At night

Each bunk holds dreams or high sea murmurs

As plastic macks drip dry, this metal tin

Of deckhand muscle, winches, graft, sweat.

They gain their sea legs, these sons and daughters.

A throb of diesel purrs the shuddering deck

And slantwise rain in a spotlight’s glare,

Bow break waves and quayside forklifts, home, home.