Poetry Blogs (bullet)
Nicola Beckett on A COVID-FREE POEM (10 minutes ago)
She died in a
Care home before the
Complications after a broken hip.
She helped see off Hitler but
If granny had lived
Would she have
Seen off the virus?
During the War she worked in munitions
Her factory got bombed, she
Made ammunition for the boys at the
In the care home both her
Choked to death for want of testing...
Saturday 16th May 2020 12:03 pm
Bullets in the Ceiling
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Two holes against plaster.
The nail is digging out,
and the white dust falls.
Like silent tears,
it falls into nothing.
Nobody knows a thing
unless they look up,
in the ceiling.
Friday 6th July 2012 11:48 pm
Pass me the toys I'll play with you
lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!
Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?
Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?
Your little sister now owns your touch
cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us
we'll never let the kite go fly free
we never ever will let you leave
So you've really got it going
Saturday 12th November 2011 8:14 pm
The waiting is over. The poem which received the most votes in the 'Biting the Bullet' competition was
'Biting the Bullet' by Alvin Guinessberg
2nd place Isobel (2) 'Bullet'
3rd place Andy N 'Biting the Bul...
Wednesday 6th October 2010 12:55 am
This is an invitation to vote in the 'Biting the Bullet' competition which ran here in September. Which poem would you place first from those listed below? The winner receives a £20 Waterstones voucher. I am not voting but will use a casting vote if there's a tie, so there will only be one winner. They can receive their prize by post, electronically or presentation at an open mic night of their...
Friday 1st October 2010 6:48 am
In biting the bullet
shot myself in the head instead.
on the ground.
Wednesday 29th September 2010 9:31 am
I am steam on an open window
footsteps in a blizzard
of a punishing tide
the kid gloved hand
of a self that died
to those who’d be fed
from those who’d be lead…
Insidious as a risk assessment
my bullet point well punctuated
I don’t bite the bullet
I don’t site the bullet
I load the stin...
Sunday 26th September 2010 2:38 pm
I bit The Bullet,
but I didn't bite the secretary.
The Bullet ran the phone factory,
to hire and fire was his game.
I was just a humble employee
caught in The Bullet's aim.
I never knew his real name.
I bit The Bullet,
he put his finger too close to my head.
I bit The Bullet,
now he's lying in a hospital bed.
The Bullet always hated ...
Friday 24th September 2010 10:37 am
fear the bullet
hear the bullet
smell the bullet
see the bullet
feel the bullet
catch the bullet
own the bullet
snatch the bullet
hate the bullet
love the bullet
kiss the bullet
shove the bullet
blow the bullet
suck the bullet
know the bullet
fuck the bullet
Thursday 23rd September 2010 6:49 pm
Hello all. This is a final reminder for the BITING THE BULLET competition. It closes next Thursday Sept 30th then voting by email will take place till the 5th October.
All is explained in the original blog, at
If you are new to the site, please do consider having a go. Lots of people have done so ...
Thursday 23rd September 2010 5:10 pm
Mr Incisor, make the mouth proud.
Neither your censure nor your parade can be sketched.
You harass the air
and the common ground is constipated.
Open up wide and let’s inspect the silver,
would you mind if I just dipped in my pen
and twirl around the salad, a little dizzy?
Maybe I could underline a few ammunitions,
and make a poem out of you,
hold it up to ...
Thursday 16th September 2010 2:46 pm
Bite the bullet, grasp the nettle
Pot is black as so called kettle
Ash to ashes, dust to settle
Heavy guns from heavy metal.
Down in the scullery, old wives bitchin’
Too many cooks in the brothel kitchen
Holes in time, no time for stitching
You scratch back when my back’s itching
Eye for eye and a tooth for cutting
One for all and all for no...
Monday 13th September 2010 10:12 pm
Monday 13th September 2010 2:24 am
Bite the Bullet!
Hey, little boy-man,
Run for your life!
There is pleasure and pain
In the arms of a wife.
Possession you hate -
Obsession is fate -
Reality late -
Tuesday 7th September 2010 7:20 pm
So many times
You stood me up,
So many times
Your family always
There was no time left
Was I to feel grateful
For the snatched
Hour or two?
I saw your beautiful wife
And adorable children
For the first time
In the park.
And unbeknown to you,
I watched you with them.
Sunday 5th September 2010 8:40 pm
Where have Mum and Dad gone?
She’s never felt so alone.
Even her bigger brothers
Managed to leave home.
She does not feel confident,
So will just rest awhile.
She is not yet ready
To go that extra mile.
But now she’s feeling hungry,
The food supplies run out.
And all she can really do
Is try and have a shout.
Ah! Here comes Fathe...
Sunday 5th September 2010 4:27 pm
I do not want to know
Don’t tell me.
I do not want to see
Don`t show me
I do not want to feel
Don`t make me
Please leave me
Cocooned and wombed
Numbed and dumbed
Safe and secure
In my candy floss
Detached, two point two
Happy happy clappy clappy
Do not shoot the bullet
Saturday 4th September 2010 5:58 am
( A poem for Dave Bradley's challenge)
If only life were a matrix,
the best moments freeze framed,
caught in the film of an eye,
the heat of one touch,
and all the bullets side-stepped
extracted, taken out
plopped like teeth
on a silver salver;
no gas and air
no gaping gum,
just a vacuum
with all the precious time.
Thursday 2nd September 2010 10:15 pm
Many of us enjoyed the Pandora's Box competition that followed the demise of WOLOP which, again, was a source of fun and interest. A successor to Pandora's Box was mooted but nothing came of it. I think there may be some interest in trying again and to help things along am giving a modest prize for a new competition.
Wednesday 1st September 2010 7:46 am