Poetry Blogs (May 2008)
Don Matthews on LMS Rollercoaster Toenail-Paint Back-to-Work Celebration (5 hours ago)
and then wanting to catch
-up with those friends again
isn't really about
but about missing the person you were
however many years ago
/contact usually attempted
by the uncertainties of the present
so you seek reassurance
when which isn't forthcoming
forces a reassessment of
the whole enterprise
/honesty impels admission
Saturday 31st May 2008 11:05 pm
Sex Thief (I stole a porno magazine)
If it kills me
I will take what is mine
25 minutes is a long time to linger
at a racked out magazine stand
with head cocked half
and eyes bolt upright
I’m a cleavage-loving contortionist
a superb right arm wristed
man sized tissue
with the latest issue
I close bedroom door and celebrate
I stole a pornographic magazine
-in my teens of course.
25 minutes of in and...
Saturday 31st May 2008 1:07 am
it is almost gone - one more day
With June on its way.
Time flies, children grow.
People share joy,
Happiness and sadness.
Life goes on.
The hands of time never stop
soon another month,
and then another year will be over.
Time is like a river flowing day by day.
Enjoy your life, smile and I smile too
be happy and blessed
this is my wish for you.
Saturday 31st May 2008 12:37 am
Also by Zuzanna Musial:LIFETIME WITH LOVE | RIDERS OF THE STORM | CYLCES | FRIENDSHIP DRUM | THE PAIN OF LOVE | THE MAYAS EMPIRE |
Ah, bliss! Off work, not missing the office
The morning time’s my prime time to do rhyme
I whizz along with song, I fizz, do biz
That’s mine, write sprightly lines in my own time
Sublime it is to climb where church bells chime
Bet Betjeman was no better, but a
Bit bitter, pint of bitter, hold the lime
That’s better, Betty Turpin, oh, and a
Hot plate of hotpot hits the spot. Totter
Friday 30th May 2008 7:18 pm
I take it you don’t want to be here anymore
Your life will be much shorter than we thought
And as you put the last one in your mouth
You don’t give a thought to anyone else!
Has it come down to this my lonely friend?
Is life not treating you well again?
I take it you don’t want to suffer anymore
You’re not so carefree as we thought
And as you put the last one in your mouth
Thursday 29th May 2008 7:33 pm
Also by Richard Brooks:Eutopia | Broken Down |
At the wayzgoose the zoftig
His sawder words had procerity,
the plap of poems lost in the nullibiety,
On the remicle of language,
there was lots of slubberdegullions
roaming lost like me,
Try to resipiscence,
Sawder the verse,
To frisco into the light.
Thursday 29th May 2008 1:16 pm
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:Advice on being a poet | Have you seen him? Slam style | After studying a painting by John ruskin. | Your smile keeps me from madness |
Time, by now, surely needs a rest,
To deservedly put up its feet.
After working long, hard and fast,
Without relative pomposity or frown,
It’s due some sort of treat.
A sugary, savouring pause,
While the rest of us stop
And give much praise and applause
For Time’s endless countdown.
Its tick-tock clip-clop
That has completed our...
Wednesday 28th May 2008 6:42 am
Your crown burns like fire as you pass
From womb to warm water
Without a gasp
Submerged, head first
Your fine hair sways like sea-grass
And the soft helix of your ear is born
Naked on my thigh.
All is still
And time is measured in a breathless pause
Generations seem to pass
Waiting for your shoulders to rotate,
With pouting grimace
Tuesday 27th May 2008 10:02 pm
Also by Carol Falaki:The Shoe: China 2008 |
Don't tell me. (repeat twice)
Don't tell me. (repeat twice)
Don't hurt me. (repeat twice)
Let love live.
Don't tell me. (repeat twice)
Please touch me.
Let love breathe.
Please love me.
Don't fade away.
I need you now.
The world has fallen down.
All these broken streets
lie before me.
All these empty eyes
don't hold me in.
Your arms are safe.
Your kiss is my air.
Your touch is my reality.
Monday 26th May 2008 7:15 pm
A Smile Unseen At Night
Monday 26th May 2008 3:15 pm
Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:The Devil Quoting Scripture | Barking Dogs and Iraq | Shall Another Read My Words |
Sleeping beauty lays eternal
My friend the ghost forever now
You chose to slip beyond the veil
In search of peace and peace you found
You quickly jumped outside the frame
into a world just out of sight
Though I still see you in the day
and in the blackened room at night
My eyes they failed to see the dark
A loss of sight, my vision blind
So very fragile was your soul
And deeply tr...
Monday 26th May 2008 11:46 am
Also by Alison Mary Dunn:Smokin Dreams....... | Forms | Whim | Free Fall |
Don't forget it is the poetry open floor at The Scouse House in Birkenhead tomorrow, Tuesday 27 May.
Start time 7.30pm. Please arrive early if you want to book a spot. Anthony is putting on a three course 'It's The Business' special meal for orders placed between 6pm and 7pm as well as the usual light refreshments available all evening.
There will be the usual £10 voucher for best performer of t...
Monday 26th May 2008 10:46 am
Also by Malpoet:Scouse House - 27 May | Integrated Transport Plan | Accountability |
mutapoem is a new poetry project. It is a poem owned and written by anyone who chooses to participate. It is a poem with no single author, and no final form.
mutapoem is a wiki (like Wikipedia) which allows you to change and edit the text. All poets, from those who use traditional verse forms to those working within more unconventional forms such as sound and visual poetry are welcome to pa...
Monday 26th May 2008 10:43 am
I am the answer that lies in between the cracks of ying and yang
I am the song John Lennon sang
I am humanties only hope
for freedom without fear
what is truth
what is evil
what is good
can't you see the boundaries are blurred
can't you see beyond your own convulted words
love that doesn't acknowledge fear and hate
will only happen when we levitate
when we rise above the concepts of good...
Sunday 25th May 2008 9:52 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:BULLET |
Cold shards of ice pierced
The very centre of my heart
The way you spoke to me
Every word just tore me apart
Blackened flames envelope me
Shot from your callous blue soul
I’m burnt me to a crisp
My feelings tumble out of control
That love you had given me
It was born in the wings of a dove
You’ve shot it from the skies
Blood-red rain drops fall from above
I gave you my heart, my v...
Sunday 25th May 2008 1:16 am
Also by Phil Golding:Shake off this evil scene | Confined by Chains | Precious Moments | Choicest Cuts | Bull Rushes | Raise the Barrier | Men Only Groups | Love's Internet Shore | Disabled of the Round Table | Canal, the end? |
Saturday 24th May 2008 11:30 am
Saturday 24th May 2008 12:36 am
I shall commence my blog with a taster from my play Below The Belt (out of the kindness of my heart rather than a cheap plug in desperation for a sell out you understand). Here is a monologue I have called ‘Bob’s your uncle…..and your lover’ – I hope you enjoy it….
I haven’t told my Mum
That I’ve got a new lover
Not sure she’d be that impressed
Considering he’s her brother
Thursday 22nd May 2008 10:32 pm
fuck with my mind
can't derail time
as each moment
collides into the next
of inner corrosion
if your mind can't fly
they point their
holier than thou fingers
they make me sick
they want to trick
from my comfort zone
my happy and freedom filled
I don't judge
I just live to be
the moment I can see
no I am right
Thursday 22nd May 2008 8:37 pm
Hi everyone – my new poetry book’s out!
‘MY POETIC LICENCE’
(Selected poems and song lyrics 1998-2008)
by Attila the Stockbroker
Published 19th May 1998
I’m proud to announce the publication of ‘My Poetic Licence’, my first book of poems for 10 years. I’ve brought it out it myself, as I did the last one, for the simple reason that I got tired of paying my ...
Thursday 22nd May 2008 9:19 am
Last night I watched a man
who lived with wolves
grew his facial hair;
reared wolf cubs
taught them to howl
their place in the landscape
till they became
his own disowned him.
I think if he had been asked why
he would have said:
'See, there is a wolf in my head.
It comes to me in the twilight
before sleep shrouds thought
and it is beautiful.
I ask: What...
Monday 19th May 2008 8:34 am
'Fall Of Geneva'
The Accolade of suffering brings me closer to my creation
ascension into orbital discretion is severed by the physical reality
the fear that gripped the soul was never absorbed by the shock centricity
instead, the conjuring aroma of authentic regret
shaped the fateful tears that diminished the dying hope of infant cause
the complexity of ignorance runs deeper than thought
but what i...
Wednesday 14th May 2008 11:33 am
She’d leave this mattress and rest
now and again, but I’d never
witnessed it; always when I called
she was positioned
for a quick entry; on the bedside table
there’d be a box with a white tongue
hanging out alongside a fat
appointment book that had my name
on every leaf. I moved in as tenant
when she left for Australia;
the only thing I’ve changed
is the telephone nu...
Sunday 11th May 2008 8:55 pm
Also by Dai Miles:Okay From the Waist Up | Feeling the Squeeze | Wait | What Do I Know? | Ghost Ship | It's Jack! No Doubt About It | Bastards | Death of a Forest | Keeping Him Updated | A Symbol of Nature | Taking his Advice |
I cried like a baby
By Alvin Culzac
Just like a zombie dancing with destiny
I fell into the pit of fallacious philosophy
So I went to the Preacher
Got on my knees and pleaded
‘Preacher please, won’t you help me?’
But he turned his back and said
‘I’d like to son, but it can’t be done
Because you’ve been singing the wrong songs.’
So I cried and I cried like ...
Thursday 8th May 2008 3:23 pm
Also by Alvin Culzac:Earth, Our Mother Earth |
The brand new calendar shows all the months;
a glance will tell at once which owns the day
I have a meeting or must pay a visit
to family gatherings; two holidays
In Spring and early June. More Birthdays.
The ultra scan of pregnant expectation
I will be here still when the time arrives.
There, another Birthday. And it’s mine.
These marked futures whittle away the few...
Wednesday 7th May 2008 11:03 pm
I see a nose
I see what the nose knows not
Is wot the nose knows not
Whose nose is zit?
Wednesday 7th May 2008 10:02 pm
Truth or Lie
Suppose Satan was the good guy we all know they lied, 9-11 we know that attack was from the inside… no lie, How many they fooled saying Christ was a “white” guy, The good is the bad and bad is the good lets take a look, For a deeper look, you may wish to open your holy book, Or pay the church to brand me as a crook, I object not on your hooks, What if the devil was really the good guy,...
Sunday 4th May 2008 10:42 pm
Just a quickie review of one of the best pieces of poetry performance i've seen in a long time. Voices of Descent is fast, witty, provocative and, above all else, hugely enjoyable.
Taking on the themes of globalisation and environmental impact, Ben had taken on a tough job to create a work that wasn't either preachy or too lightweight. A fantastic idea was to have the play powered by bicycle (in a...
Thursday 1st May 2008 12:20 pm