The January Editor's Pick Poet is
Troy Banyan
Please feel free to email Troy at: troybanyan@hotmail.co.uk
UNTITLED
I love poetry but I don’t know why
How does a man tell his goat
That he has itchy buttocks?
You know the type of itch
That doesn’t disappear,
No matter how vigorously scratched
Dylan Thomas was my man
He still is, but I don’t know why
Why is a USB a port and not a harbor?
Not so much a stream of unconsciousness...
...but a trickle
Do not go gentle into that good night
Spine shivers when I utter the words
Shout it at me as I drift away
Unless, of course, you know I don’t want you to
I love poetry but I don’t know why
It’s words but randomly said
Randomly said words
I could deliver in an authoritative Welsh accent
But it would be empty without the words
And knowing what they want
I love poetry but I don’t know why
I love poetry but I don’t know why
Pie
NO ROOM FOR GUT FEELING
Clinical Q & A
Grilled, interrogated
Must ask allotted questions
No flexibility
No room for flair
Tick all the boxes
Right or wrong
No(thing) freehand
On the beaten track
Must be the same for all
Hidden gems stay hidden
Musn’t probe further
Even if more is hinted at
Eventually choose the robot
Gut feelings never released
Eat away inside instead
ODE TO STC
Swept by the wind, no choice at all
Arty thoughts, no reason at all
Mixed metaphors, maniacal madness, monkey mania
Unused ideas, that’s how they’ll stay
Extremities, from both ends
Lucidity headed off by obscure thought
Tom Tit and Thomas the Tank, I have them both, often
Acronyms, I love them, LOL
Yippee, Whooppee; Eye-Aye, Cushion
Liposuction, Lip Up Fatty
On the wings of hate
Recap so far. Who knows? Who cares?
Claptrap, clapperboard, clap clinic, clapped out
On we go, backwards and downwards
Losing the plot, gaining the theme
Everything is nothing, and visa versa of course
Rust. Dust. Wasps and cusps. Why?
I think therefore I hate
Depression, disappear up thy own orifice
God! There’s not one of course
End. Or is it? Yes, it definitely is
His real name is Antony Bray but he writes under the anagram-pseudonym Troy Banyan, as he figured that name would be less bland and perhaps more memorable. He is 52 and his day job is working for the local government but writing is the only thing Troy really enjoys.
He published a rather strange children’s novel ten years ago titled “The Figments of Fudgewick” which met with moderate success, but he always felt his writing prowess, for want of a better word, lay somewhere else.
Troy enjoys writing poetry and loves using it to express what is going on in his head. Of late, he has actually met with success in stage writing, in particular one-act comedies, with his debut play being put on at a festival and the actress winning Best Actress Award. More excitinglyand lucratively—is the fact that his third play has been performed by a Canadian Theatre Company and a script company here in the UK is going to print it.
All in all, his writing seems to follow no true path and seems to reflect his eclectic tastes and haphazard way of living. His favorite genre is still horror and he thinks his next project will be to write a poetry anthology that perhaps portrays/conveys horror...but perhaps not of the physical variety.