Poetry Blogs (Oct 2008)
There is a place ~ The kingdom of solitude
Where silence reigns...And inner wisdom is viewed..
Beyond troubles of gloomy faces...Bowing down..
Before a stormy hunter ~ Beneath the frown.
Where miracles traveled for good...Long ago..
Grazing upon the crossing... Where meadows flow..
Waiting for the arch over the universe....
To triumph gently....It's affectionate verse..
Roaming the hillsides.. With su...
Friday 31st October 2008 11:45 pm
Also by John Boyle:Breached By Naked Hands | Before Heaven Kissing | Artic and Bleak | Like A Dophin ~ I Swam |
No more drinking
I’m not drinking anymore.
My mates think I’ve become a bore.
Rather wake up in my own bed.
Than wake up with a banging head.
Mouth like a birdcage? Not for me.
The buzz word is sobriety.
Look at Gazza he`s a mess.
Don’t want to end up like Georgie Best
I’m glad I got that off my chest.
Sallow skin and bloodshot eyes.
How long can a body survive?
Drunken brawls, don’...
Thursday 30th October 2008 7:08 pm
Also by vixichick:Dance Dance... |
riding a train to nowhere,
and every glimpse
outside these glass windows
promises of a life
so often dreamed.
And I have stepped out
to grab hold
of what I dream,
but somehow I find myself
back on this train,
heading toward a dark tunnel
with no promise
of seeing life
beyond once again.
But I hope for another stop
to approach soon,
and give me back
a taste of life
before I ride the t...
Wednesday 29th October 2008 10:58 pm
The emotional strain,
The desires for life,
Hopes and needs.
Rise and fall
Like ‘Emotional Rainbows’.
For that elusive pot of gold,
That holds the key,
To living the ‘Happy ever after’.
© Phil Golding 28/10/2008
Wednesday 29th October 2008 3:31 pm
Also by Phil Golding:Another Fish | Dream revised | High Haiku |
Oranges and lemons,
poor old Mickey Clemons.
Not a penny in his pocket,
a shirt upon his back.
There were holes,
in his brogues,
now ten years old.
Heels down to cork.
Once they clickety clicked.
His coat was a wafer.
Cost a crumpled tenner.
A pocket about to split,
from a loveless charity shop.
These were Jackets
men had died in.
Wednesday 29th October 2008 2:11 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Blow | The Man From Naples | Black Cross | Undressed | Last Goodbye to Stephen Chambers | Leaving London | The Loveless | Nineteen and the Mermaids | Henry Miller at Denny's | The Ukulele Lady |
I saved a Scrabble stack of vowels from all the games I tried to play,
a hundred I.O.U's
and still I can't spell out: I Love You.
I watch your smile behind a paper cup,
Your face on the end of a telephone line,
Your chest caught up in the stripes of your jumper;
and how it pulses our mistakes out.
In the morning I'll hold your hand beneath the covers,
Your face w...
Tuesday 28th October 2008 10:02 pm
our love wore a silencer
but it still fired a soul,
my baby like
a bullet baby,
then the devil in the detail
pulled apart DNA's angel hair,
as cells unraveled
as the blood tripped,
as birthday candle
turned back to bee,
as bone crumbled chalk
into the mother board,
as the tears grew hard
in the corners of our eyes
I snuggled you in my arms
and you sang me too ...
Tuesday 28th October 2008 2:24 pm
I remember being told by one of my English teachers that 'Writers have an amazing opportunity'.
As writers we really do have something special. Many people wish that they could change their lives and have things the way they want them. When we write and then preform or see others perform we are doing exactly this. We are shaping a reality that does and is exactly what we want. We create our chara...
Monday 27th October 2008 12:28 am
I paid 50 quid for an escort
It was 45 minutes of fun
But I was left feeling gutted and a bit of a mug
When it broke down on the bloody M1
I’m out of credit and it’s pissing it down
When a voice yells ‘It’s alright, don’t panic’
I turn round, oh my god, he is beautiful
And thank god – the guy’s a mechanic!
You glanced at my airbags
And lended me your jumper
I could read your mind so cle...
Sunday 26th October 2008 12:00 pm
If I say it really slowly; it doesn’t sound like a mess
If I don’t say it enough: Does it mean I love you any less?
I really need to talk to you; get some things off my chest!
Lately, Lately, you’ve really been a pest
Sunday 26th October 2008 3:39 am
Also by Belinda:Lunch Box | Sister |
Take the pennies from his eyes
And put them in the tin
Your alms won’t cure
Or countermand accountability
It’ll pay for a minute
Of a machine
Dressed up as care
But only if you have
The right amount to spare
Take a month off and dig
A child sized grave
For just two pound
Then shove her into
That inexorable hole
A reward for state
She’s obliged to declare
A debt t...
Saturday 25th October 2008 12:42 pm
I'm a mental nurse, I know all about neurosis,
maybe mine's got worse but nobody seems to notice!
I'm at peace, it's believed, with each sister and brother;
they don't see my heart bleed and the pain that I suffer.
Like today I'm in the office and I'm multi-tasking,
I've got biscuits, coffee and a message here asking,
"What is it you want for the Christmas vittels?
Perhaps a chic res...
Friday 24th October 2008 4:02 pm
Crystallised sugar flakes
Where falling from the sky
Icing the weary travellers
As they passed me by
Umbrellas like candyfloss
Upon a lollypop stick
What a glorious time is Christmas
Three cheers for good Old Nick
Lights like a shattered rainbow,
Adorn my Christmas tree
Mistletoe a hanging,
Like pearls from salty sea
Batten burg like parcels
With ribbons tied up slick
Thursday 23rd October 2008 9:27 pm
for all his wonderful friends
A very special man
One of the people I knew
My genuine friend
Often when there were
No e-mails from me
he asked, "Are you an okay?"
I like this friend a lot
he had a heart of Gold
in today’s world so cold
there are not too many around
To say,"Hello and how do you do?"
But he was different,
he knew life and treasured
Thursday 23rd October 2008 4:36 pm
Also by Zuzanna Musial:BIG SURPRISE | ASSUMPTIONS |
The first Nantwich and Northwest Poetry Slam was held at the Railway Hotel on Sunday 19th. In a very entertaining afternoon with 4 hrs of poetry the competition was extremely close with Manchesters Mia Darlone taking 1st prize, in 2nd was The Trent Vale Poet and 3rd David Partridge from Warrington. Harry Owen Cheshires 1st Poet Laureate performed a wonderful guest slot as did Crispin Thomas who ha...
Monday 20th October 2008 3:18 pm
Poets never die they just fade way into their own words
They are the light at the end of tunnel
These words line the pages of history and funnel outwards
They are me and I am them
They are the stem from which my thoughts flower
They are the real power to change the world
Can I help it that I am giving way to these words
And fading into pages of pen and ink
Monday 20th October 2008 11:51 am
Also by Daniel Hooks:faces under hoods in an urban sprawl | we join the dots |
Here are some seasonal poems for Halloween, all true, as told by my family from North Longford...
"Old Clonbroney" is the story of a man who met a headless horseman when calling on a neighbour after moving into the area.Above:
(left) Irish famine victim with children
(right) A black dog, thought of as a damned soul or personification of Satan
Apperantly this is actually true, the miller h...
Saturday 18th October 2008 9:14 pm
Saturday 18th October 2008 10:49 am
More awake than ever
Awake to today
Awake to tomorrow
Awake to life
Awake with your voice in my ears
Awake with your smile on my face
Awake with your hair in my fingers
Awake with your fragrance in my mind
Awake with your taste on my lips
Wednesday 15th October 2008 6:28 am
Also by Seamus Kelly:Time after time |
Oh my god, America!
the biggest bully of all
And that, of course, means you
When you presented Edward teller
Who could conceive the designs
Finally thought through
a command performance
And the little boy
As He reached for a dragonfly
you made him promptly disappear
His legacy a shadow
the shot that will be heard
For the remains of human years
Shadows in Hiroshima
Body parts in Basra
Agent orange in...
Sunday 12th October 2008 12:10 pm
A new generation
Now you have what you need
The fruit of my loin
Shall we all go to seed?
These next generations
These idolise things
The bringers of security
As mother nature rings the desire
And halts the biological clock
So nearly stopped at 38
A race to conceive
Before its too late
And ovary gives way
To potential cell structure dismay
I blame society
And the high flying goals
The career gi...
Saturday 11th October 2008 11:24 pm
I was sitting quietly at the bar with a pint of bitter
in my right hand and I was about to bring it to my lips
when a skinny man, wearing a trilby and knitted sweater
sad “you like art. Want to buy something as cheap as chips?”
On a red flatbed lorry with a crane at the back
was a bronze sculpture weighing at least 2 tons
“Yours for £1,000.” What could I say but “yes, I'll take it.”
Friday 10th October 2008 10:00 pm
Also by Rodney Wood:AND THE WORD WAS PIZZA |
What’s hell on earth? It’s getting up early
An even more ludicrous thing to do
As winter draws in, dark, cold and surly
Bed’s better, with an extra dream or two
Imagine the days of TB and flu
When factory hands and miners had to rise
By candlelight or gas lamp, no chance to
Relax with a coffee; out under skies
Blacker than the soot that would soon comprise
Their outermost skin; breathin...
Wednesday 8th October 2008 5:19 pm
I was disappointed to miss the Poetry Brew. Here are the haiku's I wrote for the occasion. And although haiku traditionally address nature- mine are on human nature.
oh office affair
leaving pregnant wife at home
poor her, lucky you
can't have must have ex
goodbye-sex a mountain peak
valley follows this
raining after work
borrow a nice umbrella
harried leave on train
Friday 3rd October 2008 5:29 pm
First time posting just joined have been looking and reading on and off for a while though. Hello everyone
Time Spent Fishing.
The time I spent fishing has often been happy, not usually sad sometimes indifferent, a pastime, though one not unfamiliar with the slow drawing out of hours into an endless vigil of watching waiting re-baiting, opening another beer, full concentration on a wholly futil...
Friday 3rd October 2008 4:26 pm
I was prospecting on the beach
Just hanging out and doing my thing
You look a nerd with a metal detector
So I've a magnet on a string
The sun was high and the waves were breaking
Sighing as they relaxed on the sand
And I felt real good, and lucky
With my lode-stone swinging in my hand
I'd found a couple of cans
And a handful of discoloured money
But then I felt the pull much stronger
Thursday 2nd October 2008 8:29 pm
ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER CLEANS UP THE CITY
I was a clerk there: I’ve seen the greed
How wealth and power eat hope and need
Now they’re eating each other but they’re still screaming
‘No interference’ – I start dreaming…
‘Self regulation?’ OK, I say
‘I’m a stockbroker – let’s do it my way’
And that’s the beginning of this little ditty:
Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!
Each gets a red nose so everyb...
Wednesday 1st October 2008 2:34 pm