Poetry Blogs (Mar 2008)
I have played around with some audio. There's one on my showcase bit, and some links to others are below.
Monday 31st March 2008 2:09 pm
Also by mr stephen:Birmingham Revisited | Birmingham |
This is not my country
of origin, but it has adopted me
and I have adapted to its ways,
its tongue, its eating habits.
Thirty years is a long time
to go without Yorkshire pudding;
a kiss from a cotton-mill lass;
a chat with a sharp-tongued tinker.
But I keep this all under my cap,
out of fear more than out of
Sunday 30th March 2008 1:43 pm
Also by Dai Miles:Full of Drive | Good Fortune |
Sunday 30th March 2008 3:55 am
Lies a labyrinth of thought
Rows upon rows of mind
Dream wistfully away
I turn to you and smile
A message unresolved
Yet tenderly unfolds
To share with you this day
Come here and read my state
Now know this honest space
For here in lies the realness
So definite defined
As every passing glance
Draws closer to this place
These eyes are open wide
For you to read my mind
Alison M Dunn
Saturday 29th March 2008 2:18 pm
So Bishop Dow has told us
And Jim Jones thinks so too.
Flooding is the curse of god
for the naughtiness we do.
To these brain dead barmy Bishops
It all seems clear as day.
The good lord sends his rain on
the decadent and gay.
So, by this godly logic
AIDS is vengeance too
The kid born blind is paying
for the sins of God knows who.
Their Jesus, who died for our sins,
has not q...
Saturday 29th March 2008 1:54 pm
Also by Malpoet:Delivery | Death in Paris | Death | Dear George | Daffodils | Dad | Cyprus | Curious Ken | Crusty | Country Walk | Consciousness | Conjugal Writes | Clone | Civilisation | City | Chemistry | Caviar | Cat | Cardiac Ward |
You and I perfect harmony
when being together
remembering what you said
could I fight and breathe
it is always me
always hold the breath
you are my heaven on this earth.
When love starts making sense
we always make those mistakes
at our own expense
love that has its special place
in our hearts,
you are the sun that I need
that shines everyday
Saturday 29th March 2008 5:28 am
Also by Zuzanna Musial:A MAN FOR EVERY WOMAN | YOU ARE THE ONE | LOVE FROM ABOVE | SENTIMENTS |
Friday 4th April 2008, is the day that I will be doing my reading as part of the DLR Poetry Now Festival (www.poetrynow.ie). That’s right, it’s getting closer and I have been looking forward to it since I found out about it in January…
Therefore there is something ironic about the title of the festival… It is indicated within the title that the Poetry should be straight away… Right Now… no waiting...
Friday 28th March 2008 8:23 pm
Let us try
to pause the mind
unwind the dizzy eyes
sing a song for calm
and just listen
to the silent music of the stars
to the overture of the moon
to the speech of the seasons
to the symphonies of the sea
let the sunset flow
between you and me
rest the words in a poem
Thursday 27th March 2008 8:44 pm
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:Eyes of the clouds | As the night begins to dream | Magical poem | After reading a Huxley quote |
We are all in the gutter
And our star is Wormwood
Fallen, insalubrious in paramount ways
From this vista we spring
Legs like galvanized slinkies
Lurching, bounding in an emerald haze
Of joy and greed for the vivid
Sate us with hues and inform us buffoons
Crown us with garlands of Wildeian tulipsAnd an earnest death in the afternoon
Wednesday 26th March 2008 9:18 pm
What is that substance you sniff up your nose?”
“ Its Far more trustworthy than you! Of that I know!”
At once God jumped across the table, in a single leap
And with one swing off his fist, knocked the giant off his feet
The giant fell with an earth moving thud
Which caused an earthquake, it is understood
The giant replied, breaking God’s nose,
He fixed it at once, he wa...
Monday 24th March 2008 10:42 pm
Monday 24th March 2008 12:06 am
Good Samaritan Gone Bad
Beware the disgruntled Samaritans curse
"You think you've got it bad? Well I've had worse!"
Thats what he says when he picks up the phone
He's working on a Sunday morning so he just has to moan
So he ignores the caller playing with a knife
And starts to moan all about his life
Complains about how he's getting no pay
And sends the caller on a last trip to the railway
Yeah, this vol...
Sunday 23rd March 2008 12:31 pm
Also by Cayn White:Radio Tonight | Living with a Psycho | I Caught it from Claudia | Boo To A Goose | Upcoming gigs for Little Caynie White |
Independent - What does that mean?
In my flat; never to be seen
No one to help me, make a brew: You’re
Independent now, they said.
When it’s time to make my bed, I find it a
I ask for some help, a hand comes up: You’re independent now.
My meal for one, it’s easy they said
Don’t worry if you burn your fingers'.
A neighbour; he’s independent too
He shouts a lot, and throws...
Friday 21st March 2008 7:34 pm
Also by Belinda:Haiku | Nan |
Walking talking contradiction
Counter clockwise rhythm
has got you dancing to a different beat
your body and mind moves forward
while you heart and soul retreat
you talk small think big
while you dig your own grave
while trying to save others
brother slow down
you act like a superhero clown
while laughing crying and wearing a frown
people can’t tell whether yo...
Thursday 20th March 2008 7:00 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:Generation lost |
Loves path is not straight or true
When there are maybes and questions anew
The hard part is answering them, working through
So that instead of one against the world it may be, we two
Our hearts did not ask for Cupid’s arrow to invade
To set up a true foundation on which love can be made
We will talk, make love, and let our feelings trade
Whatever happens, for us, for this time h...
Thursday 20th March 2008 1:14 am
Also by Phil Golding:Richer, tomorrow | Ropes of Velvet | Starlight turns into Daylight | Did who run, run? | Jennifer My Love | My Silver Rose | Freezing my Brazils Blues | Tears Cascade |
This world was haven once,
and life was destiny
to be written
And then the ground broke,
and everything fell apart.
Where forests stood
now stand concrete.
The taste of fresh air
is now stale and congested.
Dreams loved the silver lining
on clouds now grown dark,
and nature suffers,
from what she lost.
This world is locked
in a vice
that we call our own,
and all those
free to roam
Wednesday 19th March 2008 6:12 pm
To clear up the rumours passing by,
I would just like to confirm and clarify that,
The scars on my ex-boyfriends neck,
Were not applied during mind blowing sex.
They are merely a reminder…
Just part of my campaign
Don’t you put your fucking hands on me again!
I think he may have got the message.
Tuesday 18th March 2008 11:10 pm
Also by Nefertiti:Pretense |
Eggs, Eggs, Eggs
Happy is the man who finds his place
Beside a waterworks with chickens to tend…tenderly
The eggs are warm - three a day even in the wintertime
Happy is the dog who gets to race
Around the garden in the late sun….sunnily
The eggs for sale - one pound per box in the honesty box please
Happy is the shepherd with ruddy face
Whose sheep come by come by…sheep...
Sunday 16th March 2008 2:12 pm
William Henley 1849 to 1903 suffered from tubercular arthritis from childhood and spent most of his life in great pain. He had one of his feet amputated as a result of his illness.
He met Robert Louise Stevenson who became a close friend and described Henley as burley, boisterous and piratic. Stevenson used him as inspiration for his Long John Silver character in Treasure Island.
I love this po...
Monday 10th March 2008 9:54 pm
The picture was taken during a walk round Swinsty Reservoir in Yorkshire last Saturday,fantastic day. I haven`t blogged since last year, I have just been too busy. Since I joined the WOL Team I have had lots to do. November I went on a tour of China and then it was Christmas ,it takes time writing letters and cards and then there is all the shopping for presents and visiting family and friends. ...
Sunday 9th March 2008 7:45 pm
Hi guys! Here's a poem a written five years ago, which I thought I would share with you all. Now I've found my reason to rise, it's interesting looking back on this. Please tell me what you think, and I promise to reply to every comment.
Reason to Rise
getting up in the morning.
or better still,
someone, to look forward to.
A reason to haul,
Sunday 2nd March 2008 4:28 pm