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Here are some of the poems, musings and photography of Tony Frost, the Kwirkypoet.  I live in Hastings UK, a bohemian, mixed-up but fascinating town.  Much of my work is a reaction to what goes on around me - the art, the festivals, the ubiquitous music events, as well as the beautiful coastal landscape that surrounds us.  And the very creative and “free-spirited” people - bearing in mind that there is nothing completely normal about Hastings folk ..

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My poetry varies greatly from light to serious to introspective, it depends on my mood and the phases of the moon ..  I hope you will enjoy browsing around.  See MENU (top of page)

Please bear with me.  After a period of upheaval and change in my life, this is my first nervous foray back into creativity - a small showcase for some of my work and for my own take on Life.  I will be adding a lot more stuff later ..

PURPLE  DREAMS

Clocks tick louder at dead of night

And dreams are purple when the moon

Is dark and when our fantasies

Are dancing to the devil’s tune.

 

For few restraints of reasoning

Can stop the slow waltz of our fears,

When stern primordial gods rise up

To rule our fates beset with tears.

 

Nor in the void before the dawn

Do we trust truly in our faint

And feckless faith, childish belief

In centuries of feasts and saints.

Through the vast and alien universe

Roam still the demons of our nights

And fires of wisdom are poor warmth

To we who grope towards the light.

© AF 2026

NORBERT’S EARS

Why Norbert’s left ear

Is an elongate form

Is a thing only known to his mother.

But the strange fact remains

That his left and right ears

Are quite differently shaped to each other.

For the right one is round

And so wondrously huge

That it flaps when the wind’s blowing free.

But his left ear is long

And it’s narrow and strong,

So it’s useful for stirring his tea.

© AF 2026

Drawing by Reuben Ramsay

THE MODERN HASTINGS RESIDENT

I am the very model of a modern Hastings resident,

I’m only living on the dole but think I am a president.

I chatter to myself all day and fantasise and reinvent,

So you could rightly say I’m just a normal Hastings resident.

 

I am the very model of a mixed-up Hastings resident,

I cheat on friends and let them down (but only with the best intent).

I take out all my moods on them and anger which inside is pent,

So I suppose that makes me just a normal Hastings resident.

 

I am the very model of phoney Hastings resident,

I tell you how to run your life but really I am much more bent.

You think I’m smart but never see the depths of my impediment.

I am the very model of a normal Hastings resident.

 

I am the very model of a crazy Hastings resident,

I lost my mind some years ago, I really don’t know where it went.

I sod up people’s lives, I’m like a curse from darkest hell that’s sent,

But since we’re all the same down here ….. I’m just a normal resident.

© AF 2026

 

EPITAPH

Under the windswept Hastings sky,

Here’s the grave where they made me lie.

Lots to do and loth to die,

I laid me down with a curse.

 

This the puzzle life posed for me:

Love to rave beside the sea,

Too young to stop at ninety three

But too old to snog the nurse.

© AF 2026

Council Leader shows some tourists around

SEA WHISPERS

Before this dull grey afternoon

I never saw her in this way,

Breathing so gently, moving slow

In tempo with a listless day.

She lies close by, whispers to me

Across the shingle, soothes my soul.

The angry sea is tamed, today

She brings me peace and makes me whole.

 

The pier is veiled, a remnant leads

Into the rolling mist that yearns

To swallow sea and shore and sky,

Devoid of all but hovering terns.

The sea has countless moods that change

According to eternal whims,

But magic’s in this quietude

And murmurs from ancestral hymns.

© AF 2026