Poetry Blogs (Jul 2008)
speak with forked tongue
bend a spoon
your mental power
Thursday 31st July 2008 10:48 pm
Also by Lenny Gazbowski:On Your Knees | She | Addict |
I served a good point
The ball was in your court
And your return hit the net
But somehow you still won the game
Because you don’t play by the rules
Because you hijack the umpire’s stool
Because when your serves are tame
You award yourself a let
So I’ve been taught
There’s just no point
Thursday 31st July 2008 10:21 pm
I'm yet to meet an ugly Emily
Even though, she is my rival
A Latin nemesis, with eruditely correlations
She evokes images both beautiful and intelligent
I’ve met Amélie and Emilia’s too.
I gave them my peanuts
And they would stroke my beagle
Whistling to Woodstock.
Thursday 31st July 2008 3:32 pm
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
She looked all over the UK.
Then, (being industrious) traveled the world
Until she reached the U. S. of A.
She searched in all the fifty states
Came close in Texas, but found only cattle.
Finally gave up and moved to the West Coast,
Sheepless in Seattle.
Wednesday 30th July 2008 2:38 pm
Also by Mark Niel:Addiction | Half Life Day | Dawn |
Worn, like the shores of a thousand reasons
Like the coat of a hundred seasons
Or the grass on the trodden footpath
Of countless errands
Past the bark of a busy tree
Home to small creatures
Eaten by relentless birds
And stripped by squirrels
While crouching in a rain drenched corner of monotony
By the fence supported with a growth of clinging ivy
To a house with tired window...
Tuesday 29th July 2008 9:16 pm
Also by Carol Falaki:haiku |
The sun rise this morning
And the sky is Crystal blue
I want to jump and dance with joy
Another happy day, wonderful day
I hear sweet tunes of music play
Love is in the air I feel it
Come closer to me do not be afraid
I want to hug you and kiss you
A happy feeling to share
My darling with you today
What a wonderful and happy day
For you and me to celebrate
Let's have something to eat
Tuesday 29th July 2008 8:14 pm
Also by Zuzanna Musial:TAKES TWO TO TANGO | A VISION | TRIBUTE TO SOLDIERS | THIS IS THE TIME | A NOTE | BEAUTIFUL LIFE | Sweet Memories |
Cameras in the high street, cameras on the train
Cameras at the station, cameras on the plane
Cameras fixed in shopping malls, snooping as you shop
Cameras on the motorways recording speed for cops
Cameras placed strategically, in hospitals and schools
no need for you to bother if you're following the rules
cameras in the nursery watching tots at play
Cameras at the restaurant making sure ...
Monday 28th July 2008 11:14 pm
Also by Sandre Clays:Computer Seance | Censorship | Rejuvenation | First Lady of the Hanging Tree | The Homecoming |
Life is more than you and me
It’s more than us and them
It’s more than the lies we tell our children
Life is more than work, eat, sleep
It’s more than rent, bills and council tax
It’s more than obtaining as much as you can
Life is more than obedience
It’s more than disobedience
It’s more than fame
It’s more th...
Monday 28th July 2008 2:21 pm
Also by Robbie Hurst:WE ARE THE END | I AM WHO AM I | HOME |
Days slip away
like tears unshed,
and moments of my life
drift on by
like the dreams
that won't let go,
won't let go.
The weight of the world
still bears down on me.
The stress of reality
digs in deep.
Trying to make ends meet,
my dreams won't let go.
They won't let go.
The page is waiting to be written.
Life can't remain on hold.
Dreams beckon from the distance.
The page is there, waiting
for the pen to sp...
Saturday 26th July 2008 5:41 pm
I hang up the phone.
Dialling tone resumes.
Tears through the plastic.
Friday 25th July 2008 5:28 pm
I snuggle in my mum’s bed
Soft sweet scented quilt
Fluffy pillow for my head
Every night this is where I lie to dream
Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie
My dad sits quietly telling tails
Of scary pirates and treasure
With their bounty they set sail
Every night this is where I lie to dream
Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie
Dad sneaks out, thinks I’m asleep
Friday 25th July 2008 1:40 am
Also by Phil Golding:Noah was here! | Cross the Crimson Tide | Secrets and Dreams | Call My Bluff |
Intermittent staccatone of warm clothes
Parting from reluctant chairs
Thunk of a glass snogging the hard
Steady surface of a table
The soft rasp, whistht and little zips jingl...
Monday 21st July 2008 1:14 pm
Obsession equals self-obsession
Winds stir old words along the morning’s empty street
Post-it notes disguised as rainy day receipts
Some read ‘I love you’ others ‘Notice me!’
All trampled underfoot with necessary cruelty
These are the words that once unwound inside of me
A mind and tongue that railed against pathetic fallacy
Now tied to it – shadows bind truth to fettered memory
Monday 21st July 2008 10:09 am
The anvils on which we were cast
In which you instilled
We must watch you
will miss you
The mature passes
Must we watch you threadbare
Dear elder we try
But cannot stop
As calcium must eventually
formed from you
a mothers milk
a fathers silk
passed down link
Saturday 19th July 2008 5:46 pm
The government has claimed
success in its most recent boot amnesty.
Boot mountains have been formed
in police station yards
throughout the country.
Original plans to issue the surrendered boots
to construction workers have been abandoned
due to a shortage of workers since the fourth credit crunch
and concern that the boots may be smuggled
out of the building sites and sold to gang m...
Friday 18th July 2008 9:59 am
Also by Malpoet:Pleasured To The Max | Allotted Span |
In these times of terror and torment,
Where blood is spilled for no reason,
Our good Earth is despoiled,
Raped and plundered, of its very essence,
Sucked dry of any hope of regeneration,
All that remains, is an ever-spinning orb,
As love and trust are cast out,
From hearts and minds
And the soul is torn from the body,
To drift in endless purgatory,
Wednesday 16th July 2008 3:00 pm
Not for me
I don’t understand
He isn’t real
She likes pancakes
Was too late
We drink coffee
His old room
Is an egg
She has rabbits
Test tube baby
Stag do cheat
Dates ugly men
The lovely name
Awful with words
Glad we met
I miss him
Find me jobs
Should try harder
Loves the Conservatives
We ate bbq
Looks like Shrek
Tuesday 15th July 2008 6:32 pm
I have added some new sections to my website http://www.writingsinrhyme.com and also some poems have been added to the site. Fopr those who like foreign language poems, I have some in Irish, French and German, and also a couple of Haikus in Serbian, and a poem translated to Filipino... just to cap things off.
If anyone wants to translate a poem for me, email me to let me know of it, and Ill post ...
Tuesday 15th July 2008 5:06 pm
Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:The Unseen Shadow |
A poem I wrote a couple of years back. Thought I would put some poems up here and get some feedback
I BORROWED YOU
I borrowed you
and now they want you back
To say goodbye is more than I can do
All I want to do is hold you and keep you in my heart
But I borrowed you
and I don't want to give you back
I have learnt to love
to depend on your kiss
Your smile in the morning is borrowed
and yet it is mine
Tuesday 15th July 2008 12:25 pm
This was written after a trip to Marakesh, ok so I've used orange, I know!
Once seared by heat marrow changes form,
Air so arid, dry, tasting like school chalk
Epiphanies evoked through eyes of scorn
Can't comprehend these aren't Lancashire folk
New cultural laws, awareness I lack
Minaret dominates a seething mass square
Women in black robes tongues making a clack
Facinated by his gold ...
Monday 14th July 2008 11:13 am
love is like a blindfold
we can not see
the difference between romance
like looking at the sun
our eyes would burn
tears rolling down our face
its always our turn,
The thing with the truth
is that its bound to hurt
aspecally when someone
is doing the dirt
we know its happening
but we have no proof
untill he comes up to you
and tells you the truth
''i cant leav...
Monday 14th July 2008 2:16 am
Also by Sarah Clark:Una Valentine | Binge drinking | falling out with mumz.... | Fears | HiYa! |
I'm gonna be
Will anyone be there too
To say "hello" to?
Friday 11th July 2008 10:09 pm
My pleasures are simple
in this life at least
i dine when i'm hungry
i eat but dont feast
i laugh when i'm happy
and cry when i'm sad
i try to do good
but often do bad
i smile when contented
but still think to deep
i try to be patient
but still wake from sleep
hoping this new day
will change what i see
i'd love to be you
but i cant help be me...
i worry for nothing
Friday 11th July 2008 8:40 pm
I SHAPE THE ALPHABET EVERYDAY
as if it was clay
of a luminous day
in my mind i mold
the inner me.
Friday 11th July 2008 10:03 am
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:Into the consciousness | Writers workshop poem 1 | The rain meditates |
He walks down a road
a dusty road
the sky falls
"Stop this train!" He shouted
"I want to vacate"
"Too late" the dead conductor called
"This train has already crashed"
"Into the past!"
"Would you like to join me? I have a grave for us. It is vast"
He made his way down the road
Two wild dogs walked at his sides
Thursday 10th July 2008 3:24 pm
Also by Richard Brooks:Footsteps | The Lizard King | Gift of Words | A dogger and a swinger | Love and the rest |
Two bodies in separate places
So near yet so far
Both have been waiting
True love to enter their hearts,
Strong feelings they hold
Hidden words can't be told
Friends that what all call
Forever, always, nothing more,
Two souls blocked by miles
Sorrow being seen through their eyes
Each trying to break the ice
But huge silence between them lies,
Could they ever be more than friends?
Or their destinies by fa...
Tuesday 8th July 2008 5:01 pm
Remember Iam not a sleep, Iam on a journey
You Slipt away In your sleep carried away by the tides of time, You said your goodbyes. We shall remember you In our dreams and In our Hearts
You are my love ever lasting love and there you shall remain buried within me to embrace
I shall stand and wait for your return longing to hold you once again to be at peace
Tuesday 8th July 2008 2:59 pm
This is England
Land of the brave
Land of the free
Land of the CCTV
Land of big brother in nanny state clothes
When will people finally realise nobody knows!
Land of terrorism on the news
Land of liberal views
Land of the prim and the proper
Land of being done by a copper if your drunk and disorderly
Its nothing out of the ordinary
Land of accents and regional twang
Land of literature and cockney rhyming slan...
Sunday 6th July 2008 4:20 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:this was supposed to be the future! |
lines raised pitted skin
in no sleeves displayed
Nick Hornby talk to
loaned a fancy-dress muddle
of John Gray self
help general i
am going dancing with
a flea-market prejudice at
folk all -er than her
whose mouth curls the corner like
a contact-lens on an
Saturday 5th July 2008 10:15 pm
So I thought I'd post a blog entry.
Mainly cause I'm kinda asking for help from anybody out there (who may happen to read this). I'm really new to the whole poetry as a spoken art form thing and I'm interested in getting more involved with it but I'm not sure where to go/where to start in terms of seeing live poetry being performed.
Any advice would be muchly appreciated.
And here's a quick ...
Friday 4th July 2008 1:31 am