Two video poems recounting The County’s FA Cup exploits of 2019. ‘Port’n Proud… Pill boys do battle… The Legend of Dave Parade… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-66ga8nrM8
Author: Pete Aki'i
Hello there... I'm Pete Akinwunmi, aspiring poet, singer, harmonica player, saxophonist, sports psych & erstwhile rugby player. On this site you’ll find my writings in the form of poems and song lyrics (a few of both accompanied by video footage) expressing my love of words, word play and fun expressing personal psychological insights related to being the best you can be or at least as happy as possible with what you are.
Poem for Cohen.
In 1968, under the spell of Beautiful Losers, LSD and the slow spin of an LP, (Songs of Leonard Cohen) I had a visceral seizure and something inside me was rearranged. Cohen’s voice entered not just my ears but my bloodstream—his words struck like voltage, forging the man and the maker I would become. What […]
THE AGONY
Introduction Introduction: There are some truths I didn’t know how to speak for decades. Even now, I approach them with reverence and a bit of fear. They are too sharp for easy telling. Too close to the bone for polite memoir. But somewhere between memory and poetry, I found a voice that could say what […]
I am – distressed by people whose ideas are born from beyond the mess of intoxication. Their histories, lined with memory grease allow regrets to slip by, no longer grasping onto conscience; a white glare, pasted on past and future, disposes details, allowing only blurred and shadowy access. I am – repressed because people make […]
Live the Dream (song lyric).
(Song lyric) TaffyWasAThief performing this song at Usk festival. APOLOGIES: THE VIDEO STOPS HALF WAY THRU BUT THE AUDIO CONTINUES TIL THE SONG’S END! The light of my life went out the other day. I thought maybe whiskey would clear the dark away. Something told me the bottle wouldn’t work, might take away the pain, but wouldn’t […]
The Points of Rugby
What is the point of rugby? What does it mean to play? Is it war without the shooting or a poetic, artistic ballet? We can liken rugby to dancing without the music I’ll agree but I find it just as enchanting despite lacking choreography. A game is actually a wonderful show full of drama, wit […]
Litany of the Unburned.
Two voices. One remembers the smoke. One names the fire. Together, they refuse to forget. ASH IN THE SHAPE OF FAITH I. The Smell of Smoke I was ten when a Sunday school teacher told me the dinosaurs were God’s mistake: too big, too strange, not mentioned in Genesis. We laughed, but quietly. Even as […]
Takeaway Sadness
One a.m. Stomach rumbling, driving home from a rocking gig. The message athunderin’ from my tum shouts a big,”No” to pie&chips. I feel too dizza for any kinda pizza, too loud for a shush kebab And that Southern fried Colonel’s chicken concoctions only make me gag. I just don’t fancy a biriani, or a burger […]
Rugby’s comin’ on telly innit? isson now in a minnitt. Arf’narf done frarf time, plenty uf Brain’s an’ a crate uf wine Boys’ll be ova now in a bit, Dai’n ‘iz brawd, ‘oozas twp aza tit, but keep ‘im tidy an’ he’ll be fine dippin’ leeks in ‘iz glass o’wine “Wara teg, butt, shove up […]
Give Peas A Chance.
I nibbled as quietly as I was allowed(one must never eat open mouthed.)Whilst devouring my dinner with alacrity,a gastronomic brainwave came to me. I’m going to start my own corporation, it may require public re-education to get the world to see, like me all people on earth are busting for peas. A chain of restaurants, […]
