Poetry Blogs (critics)
Nicola Beckett on The Wisdom of Cats (5 hours ago)
She doesn’t sing to win awards,
she sings to breathe life to her soul,
connect with spirits tuning in,
let them know they are not forgotten.
She knows she will have critics
that judge her art lacking.
Their negativity is nothing she hasn’t
overcome from herself a million times
on her rocky road to freedom.
She smiles as the ivory tickles her left palm,
Saturday 7th March 2020 12:54 pm
I have no reasons to stop, no reasons to halt,
I have no reasons to cry over my fault.
I have no reason to fear, ah! no depression;
I have no reasons to regret
Or betray my passion.
Life often puts me in a hell,
Yet I find a grace,
When it pushes me unto heaven
I don't lose my face.
I might have got no respect
Not a penny fame.
Yet I am not without a critic
Nor without a dirty name...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 5:43 am
riddle me this fatman
I must not grieve my silences
while choosing not to breathe lies into them
yet because you feel you are owed a poem
my education, which has only been borrowed,
must make the arguments promised of a bullet
more compelling than Neruda could even know
linked through bitterness, to
deluge the starving with the busy
decorum of disastrous diligence
you may, if yo...
Saturday 22nd February 2014 9:21 pm