Jonathan Beale
has 500 plus poems published in such journals as: Decanto,
Penwood Review, The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Danse Macabre
du Jour, Poetic Diversity, Voices of Israel in English,
Miracle-E-zine, Voices of Hellenism Literary Journal, The
Journal, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, The English Chicago
Review, Mad Swirl, Poetry Cornwall, Leaves of Ink, Ariadne’s
Thread, Bijou Poetry Review, Calvary Cross, Deadsnakes Review, The
Bitchin Kitsch, Poetry by Birkbeck alumnus, The Dawntreader, I am not
a Silent Poet, Pyrokinection, Festival of Language, Festivalwriter,
‘Don’t Be Afraid: An Anthology to Seamus Heaney’, Ygdrasil, The
Four Seasons Anthology, The Seventh Quarry, Van Gogh’s Ear
Anthology, The Curly Mind, The Beatnik Cowboy, Dali’s LoveChild,
Storm Cycle Anthology (Best of Hurricane Press 2015), The Jawline
Review, Bluepepper, and Jellyfish Whispers .
He was
commended in Decanto’s and CafĂ© writers Poetry Competitions 2012.
His work has appeared in such books as ‘Drowning’ (Scar
publications) and ‘The Poet as Sociopath’ (Scar publications). He
is currently working on his second volume.
His
first collection of poetry ‘The
Destinations of Raxiera’ is
published by Hammer &
Anvil. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Destinations-Raxiera-Jonathan-Beale-ebook/dp/B018F6GWQ6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1452199641&sr=1-1&keywords=jonathan+beale
He studied
philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.
In the lack of misunderstanding:
The self-portrait.
Here in this misrepresentation;
Where the slapdash nature of
Meaning trips and stumbles
Under its own feet –
Colour of the eye in an external world
Devoid of words – sounds phonetic
Just existing in some corner…
The portrait is the fictional image:
The single frame animation cel.
In this misnomer of life.
Lights thin refraction dances
All around and all across the
Sparkling night – The artist’s
Paint stained fingers hold
As he munches on chips
And a steaming mug of tea.
As the psyche of the night
Swallow up the last visitors
Of the pub crash and bash
And trip and fall and stumble
On their way home.
Poem 2
Lines in the air
The preface
An anticipation
Times perception
Lost
Looking in to…
the space
A room.
Two people.
Genders unimportant. Reign
A minimalist room
Echoing vouched
In torment
A torrent
an
Argument
Left
a smoking ruin
After they have
Gone
Cheap Trick
One slight; one night; once among the neon
and the bar room noise
The chaos
Seemed to be alien vaguely relative, somehow familiar.
The action something invisible something unreal
Although important for need of mankind
The need for when all else has drained
Down away away away…
All their eyes were distracted by
The neon, billboards, and garbage blowing about
Now forgotten
Yesterday’s wants now gone - bellies empty
Unrequired - yet to cut out as a cataract
To forget the image.
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