Poetry Blogs (fun)
Don Matthews on THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (3 hours ago)
John Coopey on THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (5 hours ago)
One night a week I go out for a beer
To visit with friends and seek out good cheer
Its open mike, tho I do not play
I do sing along and cheer away.
There's always the regulars, there's Jeff and there's John
And sometimes Bobby will be around
Newbies are cool and always a treat
But the show that can't ever be beat...
Malcolm! They always save him til the end
With his keyb...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 9:04 pm
I have this collection of wooden
birds from Bolivia. Parrot,
toucan, woodpecker, hummingbird,
owl, goose, duck, flamingo and a flock
of small, nameless warblers
perch on convenient spaces
around my apartment. All native
to South America, they stir
memories and fill this indoor
air with silent song. On my last
trip to La Paz, I noticed a few
wooden platypuses for s...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:33 am
Glad to hear your voice
Happy to be with you
Always, you're very nice
Whatever you say or do
Lucky, to be your friend
To share you fact and fun
Forever together no end
Shining heart as the sun
Among thousand fans
We're the mates in reality
Sharing act and talks
Hearts believe in Honesty
Wednesday 27th February 2019 11:08 am
I’m a cycle
I’m a circle
I’m a forever
Casting shadows on myself
Packing silver on the shelves
Plus! Plus! Plus! Plus!
Maths was never my forte
You cannot minus or divide me
I’m a forever
Smiling when the moon comes
Smelling for when Monday runs
I was reborn, refreshed
I can be ironed and pressed
Good as new
Friday 17th August 2018 6:59 pm
Life in a Small cul-de-sac (Not poetry per se, but a bit of fun I hope)
Life continues to be exciting in our small cul-de-sac. This evening saw the incident of the "blue-bin falling over". This brought everyone out to check and whilst the bin remained like an upside-down turtle, we pondered (whilst standing in the 50 mph winds) what could have caused such a disaster? It was finally decided...
Thursday 19th October 2017 11:17 pm
1. Unusual places
I think of things
In the most unusual places
I thought of this
Whilst I was tying my laces
Others I’ve penned
A few, disturbingly, whilst sitting on the loo
They seemed to turn out alright
I just hope you thought so too
One sprang to mind
While I was brushing my hair
That proved a knotty one to finish
But I eventually got th...
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 1:07 am
Who knew such joy before they were born
Who knew the joy they'd bring
As an only child no knowledge of this sibling thing
But life with my two boys became my greatest experience
Brought me endless days of pure joy
They're so close, so different, so very much alike, the very best of friends
My best times ever are when we're all together
Just sitting, eating and chatting, natu...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 7:36 pm
Was doing some window shopping
As you do
On a quiet Sunday
Before you get your monthly pay
And then there she was
Completely stark bollock-naked!
Well, you know what I mean
For it was a She that I seen
She had a great figure
A lovely, healthy skin-tone
Although, not much hair
But, if I had to guess, it would be fair
Tuesday 25th April 2017 9:31 pm
With my pen
Tapping a rhythm on my teeth
Sounds better than it feels.
Clicking the nib of my pen
In and out, In and out
But, oddly, very satisfying
Those damn Beavers
They have blocked the flow
Words and rhymes have all dried up.
Staring, unseeing, out the window
Spinning around on my swivel-chair
Which, whilst child...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 8:11 am
Sorry if I appear like the BBC, stupid repeats and all of that, but just having fun. Hey poetry people, it IS allowed. Sorry.
1. I wish
Lots of words seem to end in ‘ish’
I think some are made-up, like easy-ish
But wait a minute, let’s not get too childish
And appear for one moment that I am being churlish
Some of them confuse me, like pigfish
Which is it? A pig o...
Monday 24th April 2017 11:44 pm
1. Poetic licence
Some poems are fun
Make me laugh and snigger
Some poems are sad
These are no laughing matter
Some poems are long
Some just right, others far, far too long
Some poems are short
Now they’re a relief
Some poems are tragic
Old Will the Bard was good at those I think
Some poems make no sense
I’m pretty good at those myself
Some poems ar...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 9:15 pm
We were like ‘yin and yang’,
‘Spick and Span’
- Hot pot, big pan -
slick and tanned!
The could we can -
sweet, sweet like marzipan!
The kind of love that makes you FAT,
that attracts the sniff sniffing rats.
- Rap! Trap! Rat! The blind bats! -
But I walked and you ran,
I was kicked like tin-can
then you thought you were tin-man,
cause you forgot your heart ...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 11:28 am
The look and sound makes me feel alive
Punk, Rock, Reggae and ska
Is the sounds I play from sound systems afar
The wheel is spinning
This man is grinning
The sound of a good record
Spend money I can't afford
On that one record
Its scratched sometimes
Comes with a hiss
But there isn't a sound I find more authentic than this
So when the needle hits the groove
Thursday 29th December 2016 8:59 pm
OK I got a bit silly with this one. A woman said that words do not matter in poems. HELP!
I wanted to blow up. Poems are nothing more than a wonderful collection of special words to tell
an amazing story. So here is a twist on "The cat walked down the street"
The slinky slithery siamese cat slipped and slid strutting down the slippery street...
silly but sw...
Wednesday 21st December 2016 8:43 pm
Who could have known that's who he was
a man of Grump Land
His past added up to insecurity
that came out of his mouth
in the form of lampooning
Aspersion dribbled from his orifice
leaving a need for estuaries
in Grump Land for humans
to gain protection from his salty words
Yet there was a sweet spot
amongst the weeds and storms
A place he hid from mos...
Friday 16th December 2016 8:21 am
“Mum, what’s a laboratory?”
“Well son, it’s a place where
Men in white coats
With hair all over the place
Make exciting things
That fizz and bang and sometimes smell rotten”
“Dad, how can the moon be all those different shapes?”
“Because it’s clever and it can.”
“Mum, what’s a Policeman?”
“Well son, he’s very smart and helpful...
Tuesday 25th October 2016 10:50 pm
1.The things we say
I suspect we are all guilty
Of saying things that just don’t make sense.
There are, of course, those oxymoronic little sayings
We all trot out every now and again.
I am guilty as charged, it’s an open secret
Old news if you will and, I would bet,
Even odds you have done it too.
So, whilst I silently scream and think “good grief”,
I do still ...
Friday 21st October 2016 10:25 pm
I liar, that’s what I am
I roll my dice from in my hand
I sit upon my throne
Forged from pain
broken promises, pretty lies
They’re all the same
traction, I’m unable to gain
I’m slowly slipping into my old ways
I was getting better
Now it’s worse
Every Name I hear, I curse
I cannot do that
she is perfect
she is sweet
I lay my life at her feet...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 4:00 pm
I was zooming up the road
The other day
Saw you on the pavement
Walking towards me.
Put the window down
Gave a few loud hoots
Of my extremely loud horn
Stuck my arm out of the window hole, and waved.
Ah! Oh dear!
Sorry if I startled you.
Made you jump.
Gave you a heart-attack.
A genuine case of mistaken identity....
Tuesday 26th April 2016 9:33 pm
He’s creeping, quietly, stealthily
Hugging close to the treeline
Remaining concealed in the shadows
Ears attuned to every sound
A small rustling sounds in the undergrowth
Brings him to a sudden halt
He’s standing still now – rigid – sniffing the air
Weighing the immediate threat.
Silence restored, inches forward again
Assessing the wa...
Tuesday 26th April 2016 1:42 am
I was in the kitchen one day
And Dad asked me to pop next door
And ask if they had any spare sugar
Not a big task I hear you say
Sounds pretty easy
Just to pop next door and ask
But the next door to us, that we don’t own
Is roughly five miles away
And that’s if I cut across the fields
I was tempted, to put it to Dad
That it w...
Monday 25th April 2016 12:05 am
I sit proudly upon my very finest steed
Feel the power vibrating under my feet
Picking up speed now
Enjoying the rhythm and undulations
Love the Wind, blowing through my hair
Living dangerously, no hats for me.
I’m grinning manically, hear music in my head
Relaxing, just letting myself go
It was all going so swimmingly well
Monday 11th April 2016 6:22 pm
High up in my nest
King of all that I survey
Bedded down up on the crest
Watching carefully for my prey
Breathing slowly, breathing deep
Find that inner peace
Ready to inflict the eternal sleep
The provider of the final release
Lying and waiting for the go-ahead
Anticipation of the Green-light
The difference between alive o...
Monday 15th February 2016 4:16 pm
The nines of the world curl, whole and enticing
Fat eights wobble but do not fall
Sevens sharply the space are slicing
Sixes are comforting, rock and cradle us all
Fives are boldly pregnant but sheltered
Fours chop up, down, over and square
Threes make promises, round and salted
Twos are monopods, stomping here and there
But ones like raindrops slip in, here ...
Friday 18th December 2015 8:10 pm
Memories of old,
flooding fast through my mind,
some tinged with sadness
and some, sweet sublime.
A fireside reverie shared
with eyes so bright,
an audience of innocence
and excited delight.
The crackling logs
on the fires of time,
the little rapt faces as
you feed them a line.
Of thunder, lightning,
and rain as we run!
Friday 17th July 2015 4:38 pm
If you've ever seen an ant
go whizzing by
faster than his friends and
with goggles on his eye's,
then without a doubt,
skidding through the plants,
you've met my friend Albert,
The skate-boarding ant.
From the day he was born
he was rushing around
hither and thither,
like a spring unwound.
His mum would despair,
“Albert, please stand still.
You need y...
Tuesday 16th June 2015 11:15 am
I had a vision! or i heard him..
I Met God
I met god
in the form of a urinal
told me he wasn't a DJ
nor did he spin vinyl
but when we made the connection
his tap into my system felt spinal
he spoke equolent, his words final:
recently i haven't heard you pray
and tell me are you practicising to be good, ten times a day?"
I felt bewildered
and put this voice down to a h...
Tuesday 24th February 2015 7:46 pm
In Dalston, London, where we lived for a spell,
we saw many stray cats & some were unwell.
From having just one cat of our own at the start,
we soon had 3 living with us but soon one had to part.
Poor Tommy had been our first and always on the hop,
but from the fits he was having that the vet could not stop
it soon became clear he was in danger so the time came
when we wa...
Friday 7th November 2014 11:34 pm
Wednesday 24th September 2014 7:45 pm
A really good sandwich,
Has two pieces of bread,
(we all know the club is compensating)
Is void of mayonnaise,
But has in its stead,
(Mayonnaise is for the self-deprecating)
A nice bit of mustard,
And a sharp slice of Ched…dar.
Thursday 18th September 2014 9:30 am
Sunday 14th September 2014 7:57 pm
There was a fight down at the beach today
Much to my horror and surprise
A large crowd stood there watching it
I could not believe my eyes
I saw a man who had a stick
Proceed to beat his wife
Blow on blow and on her head
To an inch within her life
The frenzied crowd just screamed for more
With a loud and raucous din
I got there as the Police turned up
Friday 1st August 2014 9:19 pm
Billy Bog owned a frightful dog
Lucifer was his name
With short cropped hair and fangs all bared
Locals called beware as they ran off scared,
As Billy strutted down the street
In his big baggy T-shirt and big flat feet
A frail old lady was hobbling by
Her pension clutched tightly by her side,
Billy, concerned by his lack of cash
Decided to give the old girl a b...
Saturday 26th July 2014 1:55 pm
Holi – The Festival
Yellow green and orange
lot other varied shades.
Spell cultural harmony
even after festivity fades.
Different cross sections
all diversities are defined.
Everyone comes together
this day one would find.
Heralds change of season
sort of an age old trend.
With overthrow of the evil
all goodness must ex...
Monday 17th March 2014 9:39 am
BEER, GLORIOUS BEER
Beer, glorious beer. It’s such a great thing that anyone can experience.
As for me I like ice-cold strong lager and a pint of real ale with the kick of a mule,
they all get you pissed if you have ten pints, so let’s have some more, it’s so much fun.
Beer comes in all shapes and sizes from all over the world,
from Chinese rat piss to Dutch thunder brew.
Sunday 12th January 2014 1:52 am
rag my workaday clothes on the hobo tree
the messianic alien has descended once more
from the canyons of manhattan to remind all
and sundry just what we’ve been missing
more avuncular, maybe?, than those times before
but lay down the prayer beads and rosary
a wonderful day has arrived
(available on vinyl, download and cd)
less vanguard of the wired new wierd
Wednesday 20th March 2013 7:31 am
Halloween is here tonight, and all will seek to brave a fright,
as people come and people go, wherever pumpkins are on show...
The sweets are rattling in the tin, what flavours are to be had within,
and who has worn the scariest mask, as midnight comes that's what we ask…
Back home the children all wear smiles, their feet aglow from walking miles,
and as they drink some heated milk, i...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 7:28 pm
This is a recording of my reading of The Dentist. The poem is on my profile, but I've posted it again below.
I really must visit the dentist
It’s been on my mind for some time
But I’m really not keen on revealing
The things that he’s likely to find
He’ll say “Oh good grief, just look at your teeth
I’m afraid they’re far from the cleanest
Monday 3rd September 2012 4:39 pm
Monday 20th February 2012 10:17 am
C’mon lads – equal opportunities, join up for your country,
we need you to do your service. Meat grinder of death needs oiling
with your body fat and intestines.
You’ll get a medal for your success, tell your grandchildren
of your valour and heroism.
I want your blood to flow down the street,
turn it red, slippery like myself.
Tuesday 11th October 2011 2:25 pm
'She said / He said'
She mocked me
With full intent
Her tongue like a razor
To slice right through me
“This is not Poetry” she said
“It doesn’t even rhyme”
As I turned to her and said
“By your command...
But my inner self
Is not on demand
It’s not as fine
As the grains of sand
But also... not so bland”
Just like her look
She went away
Friday 29th April 2011 12:04 pm
Sunday 22nd August 2010 12:18 am
"I saw it all"
said the witness
"For I am the carpenter"
head down, foot up,
arm stretching ever more...
"Try to keep it to that line
hold it straight and true."
Teeth vibrating every stroke
board slipping, blood dripping,
from the deep cut then resulting.
Said the seamstress
"A stitch in time
you know will save nine."
Came forth from her needle tongue.
Thursday 6th August 2009 3:15 pm
All Butt All
Barely bothered as he lay down his weary head
Life was so much hassle, he just wished he could be dead
The medics kept his ticker beating as it should
But at what quality of living, he felt none understood
It's a dog's life he thought with such irony
If I had but been a dog, wouldn't they end this misery
Brighter days were now few and so far between
His memories s...
Thursday 6th August 2009 3:06 pm
I have to say with words I play so much it ires some peeps
But those that like to listen still are my friends for keeps
Whilst back in school my rhymes did rule too much from time to time
In English class acceptable but in History t'was viewed a crime
One day we had to tell the tale of Henry and his wives
But I was bored and pepped it up with a few comic as...
Friday 31st July 2009 9:58 pm
Back in the mid seventies, I spent some time working with a company that specialised in organizing sales based around taking container loads of goods direct to the car parks of large factories so that staff could purchase goods at rather low prices for the day. One time we had a real struggle due to the temperature falling very low overnight. I wrote this while shivering on the van...
Wednesday 29th July 2009 5:28 pm
I'm a poet
Not a mechanic
If the rhyme breaks down
Should I panic?
For each syllable stretch
And stumbling scan
Do I search for another
Or act like a man
Must the purpose I scribe
Be for passing a test
Or maybe some mention
Of a tale with some zest
I think the audience tell
If they like it or not
And may offer a silence...
Monday 27th July 2009 10:59 am