LUTON POETRY SOCIETY - "Bringing Poetry To Life"

Founder - Mary Emeji (Luton Poet Laureate)

Some poems written by our members

MY TOWN - Theresa Gazard

Sitting in the Arndale an old lady said to me
Look around it's not the town it used to be
Too many people, too much noise
And groups of loud teenage boys.

I listened while she complained at all she could see
Then I shook my head and said " I don't agree "
I love Luton it's the place I call home
Yes it's changed it's prospered and grown.

Think of the good things that happen in this place
We have the biggest carnival, a marathon race,
Green open spaces we still have a few.
A big swimming pool sparkling and new.

Places to eat and pubs for a drink,
A welcoming library to study and think.
A very handy airport when we go away.
A fast train to London for work and play.

A stroll in Stockwood Park, coffee at the Hoo
On a sunny day a lovely thing to do.
Schools, colleges and a university for all
Let's not forget the game of football.

Lots of sports centres and gyms around
Plans for the Hatters to have a new ground.
I could say more my list is so long.
The good outweighs the things that are wrong.

If you don't like Luton, here's what I say:
Pack your bags and move away.
ASSIGNMENT - Samantha Newbury

Write twelve lines of blank verse and underline

changes in metre so that you may prove

you have completely grasped the lesson set

and can define the difference between

iambs, trochees, dactyls and anapests,

whilst ensuring that a solid theme runs through

the poem’s length.  I am a bit unsure;

Accented / unaccented syllables

are difficult to fathom at first glance.

I think I’ll understand them given time;

Blank verse though, is much harder than it seems

(pentameter falls naturally to rhyme).



Bright enough to burn

Into a bleakly urban Tuesday morning -

Vase of yellow sunshine on my window sill.

Brewery sketched greyly behind

Is not redeemed, however.


Opened during the night,

Their faces now crane upwards

Towards Mother Sun

As she peers downwards

Through concrete fingers.


Charm and pathos mixed.

What price such effort

When beauty is already

Severed from purpose?


Theirs is a brief moment

Without perpetuity.

Now is given up

In favour of a posterity

Already gone.


Purposefully purposeless,

They earn a certain dignity

And in cauterising today's pain

Who is to say

That they lack meaning.


(From the poetry collection Cats and Other Myths)





                                              The soft note of the piano is playing 

In alternate sequence with the violin,

Creating a soothing sound of relaxation

That captivates my mind with serene intoxication.

The strings of the guitar blend into the symphony

As the orchestra intermingle the tunes in harmony,

Producing a flowing resonance in the atmosphere;

Whilst the sonic reverberations of the flute cohere.

My mind swirls into the dance of mental elation

As the music tingles every string of my emotion.

The waves of tranquility infiltrate my senses,

Elevating my spirit to heavenly places.


I’m simply lost in the moment of musical romance,

Relishing the sweetness of this melody - like in a trance.

This classic song is indeed the music of my soul--

‘Concierto de Aranjuez’ by Joaquin Rodrigo.


                                            (From the book 'Royal Luminosity' 2011)






The hidden power that moves mankind to dream,

To search beyond earthly realms to things unseen,

To aspire to highest peaks of holy mountains,

To cedar forests, celestial palaces and fountains.


This zest for life and love, beauty and truth

That kindles the hearts and gives meaning for youth,

That shines in glory on every human face

When all is well and all is in the right place.


This hidden spirit, full of joy and sadness,

Knows full well the righteous path of gladness.

It searches for the deepest secrets of heaven:

The holy bread which rises with the leaven.


No distance is too far, infinity is but a moment.

The whole universe sings His glorious praise.

All the stars, and moon and sun’s rays

Join in harmony: the whole orchestra of life plays.


The spirit seeks its single path to fame,

Not earthly, but in understanding the name

That gives glory to each living thing,

That enchants the soul  and makes it sing.





JAZZ - Patricia J. Morris


a blue sun rose above my window

that seemed to cast my day in doubt

and piercing through the lurid sunshine

the yellow blue birds seemed to shout

‘stay to slumber

sleep to die

tell your heart no reasons why’

but i have not yet been defeated

i am not yet cast away

stop the yellow mist from falling

let lovers cry for yesterday


a blood red path beneath my footsteps

leads me to a place unknown

yet i have followed bleaker rainbows

to find that which i can call my own

from jagged hilltops

ravaged pride

there’s no where left for me to hid

for i will not be shut in silence

i have not help hope at bay

it pulls me from the miry shadows

let lovers cry for yesterday.




MEMORIES - Theresa Rhodes


 The pictures in the album
might make you shed some tears,
as you look back with memory
on all those happy years.
Sweet memories will please you
as you see those photographs,  
The times that you remember
will give you many laughs.
But never will these days return
so this is what I'll say,
"Be happy, love for ever more
Remembering Today"
Look forward to tomorrow
Don't look back, my friend;
For life goes on from day to day
until the very end.




 MY POEM - Gwinyai Masaka

This poem is about my poem

A plea to the unspoken


Incubating in my mind beyond gestation

Like an overdue oversized baby

Resisting birth

Dreading and already weary of the outside world

No wonder in all their grand maiden appearances

They cry rather than smile

Grudgingly ejected from mother’s warm womb

Manhandled into Mother Nature’s cold one

My poem,

Indescribable animated scenic beauty

Seen, though inexpressible

Like a vivid dream one forgets in the morning

Only left with a tantalising aftertaste

Of a forgotten delightful meal

My poem

Stuck in my mind’s loft

Like a teasing itch one can’t reach

Bouncing on and off the ceiling to its roof

From roof to wall

From wall back to the ceiling

My poem is stubborn

More stubborn than a demented mule

With a royal gait

Wishing to be served rather than serve

My poem is stubborn

Like an unquenchable thirst

Tried netting it with my emotional bank

Only left me mad and exhausted

Devoid of feelings

This poem is about my poem

Stuck in my mind’s loft

Like forbidden love one publicly abhors

Yet secretly adoring

Thrilled by danger

Only left seething with anger

My poem is a poem no words can express

Nor can anyone release

My poem is stuck in my mind’s loft

Hovering in dark places

Stubborn as desert heat

Relentless on any water body

Till aridness rules

Like a pebble in one’s oversized shoe

While precariously carrying a heavy load

With awkwardly tied laces not easy to loosen

This poem does not help

Open my mind’s black box

Laying bare its cluttered secrets

My poem is stubborn

Stuck in my mind’s loft

Leaving me distraught

My poem is,




Poet One,

William Shakespeare:

Four-hundred and fifty years

Have passed

Since his birth.


Poet Two,

Michael Drayton:

Who lived 15 years longer

Before he departed

This Earth.


William – can I call him Bill?

Was a contemporary of

Michael Drayton

Who is commemorated

at Hartshill.


At Michaels’ memorial

The bus shelter sign reads

‘To Nuneaton’.


At Bill’s memorial

The tourist signs

point to the various shrines

In Stratford-Upon-Avon


Bill and Michael

Or should that be

Michael and Bill?

Separated by 25 miles

One forgotten, one famous

Yet both possessed

a well-trimmed quill.




 LET'S DANCE - Tonny Sammy


Street dance, tap dancing even ballet

These are all fun to play

Doing flips, tapping the floor

Twirling around we need a bit more


When you do the waltz, salsa or even the tango

Afterwards you will need a fresh mango

There is not something better than hip-hop

So because you’re going to sweat dance in a short-sleeved top


Singing and dancing are very close together

Just like a bird and a feather

At school you will find me dancing

Apart from when the bell goes ding-aling-ding





SAMPLER - Mark Niel


Read me in threads.

See me in precise stitches.

Take in the text

lovingly woven

and specially chosen.


Find comfort in patterns,

decipher the colours

and look for the deliberate blemish

that is

my trademark.


Turn me over,

See how neatly worked I am.

Hold me in your hands

and see if you know me

or what is meant by craft.





HOME - Dollin Holt


In my imaginings

Of place and home,

Nostalgia embraces me.


And a door opens,

And I see the old country,

The one I left behind.


That house on a dusty Street

Where memories are located

Looms into view refreshingly


My home, sweet home

Frozen in time.

I escape to it dozens of time,


When I left years ago,

I left the door unlocked

So I may return to it.


And dozens of time,

I return to it

From this imposed home.


But an emptiness stares at me

As I make to embrace it.

Can we truly go home?


Dollin  Oghenerieboruen Ovaroh- Holt  (Copyright, 2013)  





 TOUCH ME - Paul Rogers

Touch me with your kindness, touch me with your glove.
Touch me with your beauty, touch me with your love.
Touch me when I’m lonely, touch me tenderly.
Touch me when I’m hurting, touch me, set me free.

Find me in the darkness, find me in the light.
Find me when I’m far away, find me, give me sight.
Find me make me whole now, find me lift my face.
Find me with your smile, find me with your grace.

Free me from the shackles, free me heal the scars.
Free me from the prison, free me break the bars.
Free me show me how to fly, free me give me wings.
Free me, now I see again, free me let me sing.

See me by your side again, see me, gone the pain.
See me walk into the light, see me freedom claim.
See me healed by tenderness, see me, heart set free.
See me as I dance again, see me now I’m me.





 YOUR LOVE - Angela Wilkinson

Your love is so wonderful words cannot express, but I am only yours for one night,
how can you say that, it is because I love someone else.
Oh Baby Oh Baby I love you but you don't loveme for what I am but for my possessions.
Can you feel my vibrations running through my soul - longing for a love like yours don't make me depart from you.
Oh Baby, Oh Baby I love you but you don't love me for what I am but for my possessions. 
I have to go now and you must take care because I have no love for you no more.  I wish you all the best in life to warrant you every success and hope in love - I am sorry.







The children of today who are they

Do we really know them do they really care

Sometimes they do and they made proud too

Sometime they don’t and life become a misery


When they fill our heart with laughter

It’s a joy to remember

But when they made us suffer with their bad behaviour

                                               We find it hard to recover                                                

Still they are our future our sons and daughter

That’s why we will always be there for them

No matter how much they made us suffer


The children of today who are they

Do we really know them do we really care

Sure we do more than they will ever know

That’s why we will stand by them whenever in trouble


We look after them in sickness and in health

In their time of trouble their pain we felt

Comfort them and help them through their struggle

For they are our future the man and woman of tomorrow


The children of today who are they

Don’t they know we love them? Don’t they know we care?

Why do they give us stress and pressure?

Why do they rebel against their mother and father?

Is there any love more precious than the love?

Of a mother and father

Only God love is much greater


The bible say be kind to each other

Show compassion to one other

Love your mother and father

And live in piece for ever and ever









Once the doorbell rang whilst cooking our meal

An alien stood there sniffing with zeal

Not wanting to offend, we let it in

It’s vibrating legs made an awful din

But other than that it was very nice

And sat down quietly with its legs bent thrice


We served it roast beef with every trimming

And it bared its fangs whilst also grinning

It ate all its peas and slurped all its wine

Then rolled its eyes with a gurgle divine


The parsnips went down with all the butter

The roast beef promptly made its eyes flutter

The spuds and carrots went down in some beers

Then after the gravy it twirled its ears


When pudding came it gave a short shriek

Rushed into the corner and nursed its beak

When dinner was done it hoovered the floor

Then pooed from its bottom some silver ore


Enough, in fact, to pay for the whole house

Then made its goodbyes as quiet as a mouse

Yes we knew we were onto a winner

When the nice alien came to dinner


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