Poetry Blogs (talk)
Brian Blanchard on RACIST? (3 hours ago)
She chatters on and on,
skittering from trivia to trivia.
She can’t stand silence for an instant,
and doesn’t leave space for others.
Her tongue seems attached in the middle
to keep it from falling out as
both ends keep flapping.
Words pour out in abundant confusion.
Mangled metaphors and clichés fly by.
No thoughts interrupt her talk.
I feel drowned in irrelevant words.
Thursday 2nd April 2020 9:26 pm
More and more
my thoughts turn to you
so aware of time
I’m the age now
that you were
when the pair of you parted
you got that rented house
on the edge of town
We’d stay at weekends
watching winter’s tide sweep in
standing in the falling snow
the garden and the fields disappearing
said ‘throw another log on the fire’
said ‘dad, your house is cold’
At fifteen, I was nothing
Monday 9th December 2019 6:01 pm
Speaking can feel like your swallowing
So, you may as well swallow instead
Or it’s giving,
Giving and giving
Fingers down your throat,
Will I be stronger tomorrow?
Or just hollow tomorrow?
So, you end up filling up on someone else’s dictionary
I am disarmed without my language
But my language is disarming
Words do break your bones
Saturday 2nd November 2019 3:40 pm
What’s stuck sticks starkly inside time
Your words, they tangle inside mine
Why listen when we do not hear
Why talk when we are most unclear
Why try to rhyme, define what’s queer
Painstakingly weave atmosphere
Into comfort, erase fear
A tired manner, old and sheer
Keeping pace, each other’s peers
Wandering through future years
Don’t trip, don’...
Friday 26th July 2019 6:30 pm
Let the dreamless boy to cry
If his wish to fly has gone
How his tears going to dry
If he stays far of sun
Ask dreamless boy be awake
That the dream, is a part of us
Tell him: "think of a better talk"
And to change the dark glass
Help dreamless boy to be here
And clear his negative thought
Once he comes to hear or share
He will enjoy to dream in a boat
Monday 15th April 2019 7:25 pm
Let your voice be heard
Surely you earn and win
Let ideas more cleared
For all women and men
Tell me what do you think
How did you see yourself?
Freely talk, no blink
Why to keep it on shelf
Open mind and heart
Nobody is remaining fool
Surely you're smart
To become happy and cool
Sunday 14th April 2019 1:25 pm
Some Friends are necessary for life.
As the air. As the water and food
Those friends, help us, to survive
In our hearts running, same as blood
They offer faithful trusted advice
And always keep the shining smile
Show satisfaction pureily, so nice
Have bounties tool, deeply as Nile
They never get argument to complain
They ever look for the cheerful talk to ...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:57 pm
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
Those words we share
and those we don't
The ones you use
what do they mean?
So much is lost between the lines.
That inflexion or joy I might have heard
Those words we share
and those we don't
The anger I feel in you
what do your eyes show?
I can never know as I read the lines.
Sunday 14th October 2018 4:14 pm
A series of 11 short poems
End of a Galaxy
In the silent depth of night
As the last leaf of the beech tree
As the silent tear of my love
End of Harmony
I see her dancing on the sands
I see her as she sees me
and in that moment
sand, sea, sun, surf
vanish in the vortex
Saturday 14th July 2018 7:59 pm
Scream lung deep into a brown paper bag,
Let the pain poor free to drain the bulls red rag,
I don’t hear where the devil lives for the rustling distorts,
I know you’re hurting but your hand is moving and I can’t see all the warts,
Until you choose - until you can,
Until your soul finds the strength to trust a man,
I will hear words only spoken in different tongue,
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 4:03 pm
Hello, darling! Hello, starling! How are you, beauty? How are you, cutie? All is well, honey. All is well, sunny. Please, let’s stop this game! Have you also forgotten my name?
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 4th of November, 2011
Friday 4th November 2011 10:04 am
I talk about love
as my heart calls its name,
but shards of the past
cut with bitterness.
And tears that run
are far from sweet,
salty to my lips,
but the light still glows
over the vacancy sign.
But part of me has surrendered,
and life goes on.
And I drift in solitude,
but I still talk about love.
Maybe if it hears my voice,
it will come ...
Tuesday 6th April 2010 11:29 pm