Poetry Blogs (2007)
what do they expect to find in 4 minutes time
that they wont find right now
another year of course
and with the same fear
but wrapped in another number
another unfulfilled promise
that fades after 3 weeks eight days
and 4 hours
shrunken violet promises
from on the whole
the weak willed
yet so ready to dr...
Monday 31st December 2007 7:57 pm
We shout quietly into mother's failing ear,
conscious of the others in the ward,
though their faces suggest they are absent.
She is sure that the thing which takes her temperature
is making her hearing worse.
Frail ladies clutch flimsy nighties
to skeletal bones,
while horsey voiced visitors
boom into unhearing ears.
A huge man in a greatcoat
strokes his lush, black beard
Monday 31st December 2007 10:11 am
Also by Malpoet:I Saw The Moon At Lunchtime | Bully | Boring | Bobbing and Peering | Affluence | Bah Humbug | The True Story of Christmas | Desert Scorn | Agadir | Adventure | A Day at the Circus | Simply Organic | Guilty | World Pipe Smoking Championship | World Hot Dog Eating Championship 2007 | Winters | Winter | Whether Forecast | Weight Loss | Canoedling | Spam for Richard | Valley | Bear Facts | Underground | Two Grandfathers | Triumphant Banners |
The Internet Love Story
Once upon a time
there were two people
searching for love...
their paths crossed
in most unexpected
and unusual circumstances~
He said...It was a pleasure
hearing from you
someone very kind, caring
my heart was longing
for the love I have seen in you~
Now every step I take
it is because of you
I feel happier and content
Saturday 29th December 2007 8:49 am
Also by Zuzanna Musial:TO CANADA WITH LOVE | THE MAGIC CARPET | A POET SONG |
A single letter is as naked and vulnerable as the virgin white page
The thrust of sentiment comes from the streams that forge the channel
Could it be the start of lover’s dreams to slip letters between sheets?
Letters link warming thoughts to sentiment received and understood
Messages replenish veins of emotion once thought dry, adding power
Racing imagery floods deltas o...
Friday 28th December 2007 1:52 pm
Also by Phil Golding:Foot Prints | Poetical Speakers Corner | Remember me at Christmas Time | Alien Inside | 2 X Girls = Don't | Lovers |
touch the fog
shielding the future
from my sight,
and I stare
deep into the white,
wondering what is approaching,
what is waiting
in the wings of another year
pulling the strings
and unraveling the rest of now
to bring it closer to me.
Pushing through the fog,
I still see nothing,
and the ground has been swallowed
into the hands of oblivion.
Friday 28th December 2007 4:14 am
my best poems of 2007
My words collapse like deck chairs
they can no longer stand
they are meaningless and they never come out like I planned
they fold up and lay on the floor
like they don't want to play anymore
I try to say more to cover my tracks
so people can't say anything back
or I retract what I've just said
leave the sentence I've just said for dead
but still I can never tal...
Thursday 27th December 2007 2:36 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:Disturbia | words tattoo my soul and quotations | To change the world! | the escape artist and the man in the mirror. |
I’m not going into this
So blind I can’t see,
But when you position me
Across cotton territories
I fumble at the seams
Overwhelmed in us
As we shake the cobwebs free
To drift lazily into autumn dreams
Leaving ghost of summer past,
Clutching at layers of fabric
I slip the silk shift
Over unsightly permanent scar
Wickedly chasing shooting stars.
Position me ...
Tuesday 18th December 2007 5:14 pm
Ah Christmas time, Don't you feel a glow as all of mankind comes together as one?
Well maybe not... But on 20th December 2007, I will hopefully be spreading what little cheer I have, whilst I read poems from my Christmas Collection, 'Mistletoe and Root Beer', and sing my Christmas songs, to the patients of, Temple Street Children Hospital, Dublin. I did the same thing last year and it was a...
Tuesday 11th December 2007 12:40 pm
They all came for
seeking comfort and solace in the grounds of the dead.
Drinking spirits or laying flowers, readers of poetry,
and the loners with mental disorders.
The dusk and psychology of keys swept them out onto hedgerows
you lock yourself in at the end of a watch,
It’s a way...
Sunday 2nd December 2007 6:02 pm