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Train Ride Home
inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip
on the train ride home
your smile flashed between buildings,
lights flickered and i couldn’t tell
if it was the spark in your eye
or the streetlights beaming
onto the dark streets.
i saw your smile and your hand
reaching for mine,
those bedroom eyes
that whispered “bring me
to your hotel.”
we weren’t made for cheap
sex, we were ...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 5:24 am
A Cautionary Tale
Come close if you must,
to my heart of rust.
Taste my sorrows
of ash and honey,
beneath the illusion
of love and money.
After the show,
your life’s a mess,
you’ll fall in line
with the rest.
. . .
It’s not too late,
to change your fate.
Turn away from a life
of heartbreak.
What you seek
is found within,
...Tuesday 5th January 2021 5:04 am
Shadow Dancing
In the shadow of sleeping Kings,
soldiers, and poets,
comes another battlefield day,
man against man, invisible wars,
hell’s fury unleashed among trees.
Yet, upon the rocky shore,
angels dance and sing,
reminding us there is something more
than misery.
Beauty glints among broken things.
Hope is on the horizon.
So on these solemn days,
let us find something...
Friday 27th November 2020 1:50 am
Ask Me.
Ask me if I had enough.
2020 is or was a bluff
for the destruction of what I thought I had
building all the way up.
if the present isn’t linear
then why can’t i stop looking up?
if the past does not exist
why does it always creep up?
I, once a Quantanium sprayed ora
that now seems to only have collected dust.
So please, I beg you.
Ask me if I had enough.
...
Monday 12th October 2020 5:14 pm
The Poetry King
A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't
mean a thing
in the grand scheme.
Wears his heart
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.
Waxes poetic about
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain
unsolved mysteries.
More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me.
https://youtu.be/0FT3SmZ_zx0
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:21 am
Fandango
A magenta sky
greets my morning sigh.
Another majestic day,
lost in the minutia of life.
Shoulda, coulda,woulda,
paralyzing dream sabers.
Distractions abound.
Download another book,
refresh the poet's page.
Escape, behind a waterfall
of tears.
Long nights,
paved years.
Fandango memories
sustain me.
Resilience
prevails.
Dry your eyes,
face your fears.
Wr...
Tuesday 9th June 2020 4:31 pm
The Poetic Bond X - call for submissions
The Poetic Bond X - calls for submissions - up to four poems on any subject, in any form, and of any length (120 lines in print + weblink).
So far 623 poems from 223 poets have been published in The Poetic Bond Series. The Poets of The Poetic Bond come from all over the globe, from the US to Malaysia, the UK to the Lebanon, with ages ranging from 14 to 86, exploring themes of love, life, age...
Sunday 10th May 2020 11:37 am
Words At Night
All the words to say
The sad ones
The lonely ones
The happy, grateful ones
The mad ones
The ones that circulate through you
But never leave your lips
They rage out onto paper
For all to read
But the ones closest to you
Will never see
These words escape you effortlessly
Words poured out late at night
Words splayed out for others in the light of day
Words that others will relate
Wo...
Saturday 14th March 2020 1:38 pm
Fan Girl
I snuggle up to your virtual feet,
raring to read
your magical poetry,
that makes me purr,
like a cat in heat.
There is no need to wine or dine me.
Just string a poetic line,
I’ll be yours until the end of time.
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Wednesday 4th December 2019 3:20 am
What is Poetry?
Poetry is my
drug of choice,
calming rain,
rays of sunshine.
an antidote
to suffering,
waltzing words
on lonely nights,
my lost lover
whispering
in my ear,
release,
of fear,
wind beneath
birds in flight,
illuminating
light,
immortality...
Sunday 3rd November 2019 12:39 pm
Destiny Bound
You think you can
break my heart
without breaking
your own?
We are one.
Your tears
are my tears.
My tears stream
down your face.
Interwined energy,
we try to escape,
but it keeps pulling us back
to this silent space.
You turn away,
nothing to say,
rue the day.
I laugh through the tears,
because I know we will be
bound again for years,
lifetimes...
Our des...
Monday 28th October 2019 1:04 am
We Were Who We Were
It was 1990 when we met,
before we were who we were.
The nineties were running through sprinklers
in summer,
playing whiffle ball in the yard,
popsicles,
make-believe games, stick horses,
and dances to Green Day.
The 2000s were much the same,
with crushes, dear diaries,
womanhood, and makeup
sprinkled about like the dandelion seeds
we used to blow into...
Thursday 5th September 2019 8:23 pm
Match Point
Standing your turf
wielding a giant pen.
Power serving words,
determined to win.
Into the net,
foot-faulted
out of bounds,
disqualified.
Will you be the
pinnacle of calm
or pull a McEnroe?
Steady your pace
or steamroll every
opponent you face?
Time tames
the temper
as many
professionals
know.
Love,
match point,
grow.
Thursday 31st January 2019 6:56 pm
Forever
Forever ago may seem
like 20 years of gray,
but I live forever every day.
There is no escape.
It's not the passion I miss,
I keep that memory sealed
in a concrete kiss.
It's the lyrical
soul connection
that went on months
before our egos
got in the way.
In the forever between
tears and heartbreak,
we managed
to find ourselves
and our destiny, here
on this pag...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:09 pm
The Bleeding Edge
The razor thin space between
stimuli and response
is decision.
I decided to put a
romcom relationship
where love never ends
and be, just friends.
It was a defining decision.
He decided that without
certain stimuli, there would be
no response, just an end.
Tempting as it is to give in
to conditioned responses,
I'm riding the razor's edge
into a new frontier...
A pla...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 6:57 pm
Psychology and Poetry in the Same Bed
There's many things behind poetry that is still a mystery today. Why does it make us feel a certain way when certain words are placed together? Is it that it's relatable? Nostalgic? Reassuring? I know many people that don't enjoy poetry and many that do. Why is that? Are those that dislike it close-minded? Does it show they haven't been through what the poem is implying, therefore they can't relat...
Friday 7th December 2018 5:48 am
To all you writers and poets out there
To all you writers and poets out there.
Thank you for your words of courage,
words of truth,
words of encouragement
and nourishment.
Thank you for your solidarity,
for lifting us up.
Thank you for breaking ground,
cutting the edge,
standing on that soapbox
with daring and drive,
having the nerve to shout out
what many ...
Saturday 30th June 2018 12:15 pm
Zen Reflexions
To discern
our place
To commune
To see
beyond our close shadow of death
To focus
my poet mind
I need direction
a qibla
Or some beads to tell
to take refuge from my life:
A candle flame
Only the candle
Flame
Flickering.
A journey into quietude
begins
Int...
Friday 3rd November 2017 4:36 pm
Time
Time heals
but I put my time
in an ice cube
and now global warming
struck and the feelings
have been let loose
Tuesday 24th October 2017 4:28 pm
Systematically Explicating a Narrative and Descriptive Poem
By Alem Hailu
The poem below decrying war was written by Lithuanian poet Salomeja Neris when her country was invaded by Nazi Germany. By way of showing how it is possible to explicate a narrative poem and invite readers reread the poem and grasp the meaning I will explicate her poem Spring as follows.
Spring
I Spring
Once again will lilac sing,
And brooks will babble, brooks, w...
Saturday 18th March 2017 7:14 am
Captivate
Captivate
Your eyes captivate my whole being
How can something so simple be so beautiful
Beautiful like the bluest waters in the Pacific Ocean
Your eyes distract me from the horrendous occurrences in our society
Beautiful can't even describe your being
Because beautiful is what you are
And what you always will be
You captivate me
Sunday 5th March 2017 4:49 am
Too busy to live
We're always looking,
Searching, reaching
For the next thing,
Person, place
That maybe,
We miss the things
That really matter
Only to find
At the end
Of our lives
That we've never
Really lived.
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 3:23 pm
My work, "The P.O.T" (Sample)
I have a collection of poems, titled "The P.O.T". Below are excerpts of the work.
Preface
The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) is analogous to water being poured out from a pot to the ground. Here, water is a representation of thoughts and the ground represents the peoples’ minds.
It is a collection of poems that draws its thoughts from the interests of inspiration, motivation, spirituality...
Monday 29th February 2016 11:11 am
Humans & Poets
We are human
And poets
Humans make mistakes
Poets own their faux pas
Endearingly on paper
Making us a uniquely
Fucked up bunch of individuals
Saturday 13th February 2016 7:33 pm
The army and fucking
The army and fucking
Folks just need to know
The army will get you shot
Why the confusion?
Commercials don’t impress me
guns are loud, and blood is depressing
héros are human
bullets are real
Life is a deep breath you don’t wanna lose
young men with no options
thanks for your death
I can buy contraception
from a man from a country who shot you
I s...
Thursday 21st January 2016 7:53 pm
Read Me!!
Read Me!!
Read me!
I’m different from all the rest
these words will change you
stay with me
important info is to follow
the world is on fire
the mountains are moving
Susie has a gun
buy this, sell now!!
stay with me
This is an interesting group of letters
people like you.
and me.
heartbreak and iTunes
Facebook and menopause
things to grab the ...
Thursday 21st January 2016 7:25 pm
The Bench
The Bench
I sat on a bench for an hour
ugly dogs and sad people
grey men with bad backs
carrying shit and ancient thoughts
I wonder about a blonde lady
was she the one who gave blowjobs and never made you call her
I wonder how long he will take to realize he’s gay
or hates his father
or both
how much of that college degree do you really use?
do you feel pre...
Thursday 21st January 2016 6:50 pm
voices
I open as Sylvia Plath
Awake, Askew
Cock my eye
Morning Dew
By breakfast I am Ginsberg
My cereal howls
Sex and Jazz
Trashcans rust and curl
I leave the house as Wordsworth
And wonder lonely through a crowd
Arrive at the track as Bukowski
Gamble on the lunchtime horses
Smoking a cigarette
While outside
A sparrow sings
As the day wears on
I am Cummings
...Tuesday 7th July 2015 11:57 am
Let Not The Ink Run Dry
Let Not The Ink Run Dry
I share because I care
And dare to say words
That some find ill at ease,
But one thing
I’ve found within
The realms of poetry,
We’re all as daring as each,
We all open our minds our
Hearts our soul and speak,
And yes,
I see we’re all hankering
For change,
I see many
Who care just as much
As me, and i...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 12:13 am
"HARSH WORDS FOR DIRE POETS"
Last Sunday I was entertained by an article in the Sunday Express written by its resident poet Martin
Newell under the above title and taking up the remarks by Jeremy Paxman about modern poetry.
Mr Newell wasn't taking any prisoners. I quote:
"As a working poet for almost a quarter of a century, if this matter ever goes to the barricades, I will be
with Paxman. The problem is that poe...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 3:28 pm
Graffiti
Graffiti
the brooding
malcontent
with paper cut
heart
stares at a wall
of graffiti
and thinks
I could do that
so he picks up
a spray can
unleashes
his feelings
in dribbling
white letters
fifteen feet high
his blood
becomes molten
his rage is
a torrent
of years
without voice
a scream
to be heard
...
Monday 7th October 2013 11:14 pm
Of Pirates and Poets
As the last drips of rum
slip from glass to lips
I feel the heartache
of pirates and poets.
The anchor is raised on a ship
setting sail for foreign shores,
whilst my glass is raised
and tipped once more.
An empty glass,
an empty bottle;
this is the heartache
of pirates and poets -
to feel the ebb and flow,
to be the empty vessel
on a...
Friday 1st March 2013 9:38 pm
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Friday 31st August 2012 12:07 am
From always ...
Nothing happens, I have no answers
Only the great sadness seems to assist me
Faced with despair, people are losing their identity
The word violence plays its language
Everything is corrupted
Everything looks bad, aging
In the thunder of the night I discover that my brother is my enemy
The only thing real is this sad reality
©Noris Roberts
Wednesday 8th February 2012 1:41 am
Off to London to read poems at the Camden eye. RRRants run event.
Im off to London soon for the long journey to read some poems at the Camden ey. Its a RRRants run event. Starts about 7.30pm Im struggling with health BUT still keeping it together. Not sure if I will have footage of this one, we'll see. Heres some from January 2011.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy6dQhBpmYg
To find out more visit either www.thepoetjohn.com (for more about my writing) ...
Sunday 1st May 2011 3:41 pm
Accidental Afternoon of Poetry
Accidental Afternoon of Poetry
19/6/10
1:00 - 3:30
£1 entry
50p NUS
YARD theatre
41 old birley street
hulme
manchester
A special kind of open mic with a twist
After accidentally keeping a booking for the YARD theatre in Hulme for the 19th of June i thought i might as well use it for some good.
This event called "Accidental Af...
Tuesday 8th June 2010 6:19 pm
Greenwich Meridian Poets?
Anyone in the Greenwich, Blackheath, Lewisham or surrounding area wanting to form / join a poetry and mixed media performance group please contact me either here through Write Out Loud or via my website http://www.wytchewoode.co.uk
Thanks.
Wednesday 18th November 2009 3:37 pm
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