Poetry Blogs (Sep 2008)
Have you ever wondered why you dream?
It all seems so real: The morning after;
Checking to feel your skin.
Faint lines scratch a pattern, but where does it all begin?
Miniscule creatures, suck and splutter: Muttering
To get their gruel.
Like tiny ants on a mission: They vision you as their life
Long bread; it starts with your toes, ends with your head.
Hungry, Hungry, better...
Sunday 28th September 2008 1:06 pm
Also by Belinda:Zombies Part 2 | Constant | Zombies Take II | Zombies |
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Exactly what is your role?
My appearance is all I see
You keep staring at me;
Oh, mirror tell me why
Can't show who I am inside
Help me if you can
And try to lead a hand;
Mirror you're just a lie
I ask questions, never got a reply
So sick of this deceit
The way you've tried to cheat;
For you, mirror, I have a deal
I don't think you're real
Sunday 28th September 2008 11:54 am
I could drown in your eyes tonight
I could fall into your eyes and fade away
One kiss could complete me
One touch could heal my wounded soul
I‘d need no other lover
I have no control
It would be death by chocolate just to be yours
And you mine
But the lines of fate don’t always meet
And all I get it a fleeting glimpse
An imitation of love when you send a...
Sunday 28th September 2008 10:56 am
Also by Daniel Hooks:Iam the message | lifes pendulmn |
A spat out biscuit
Lay beside my bed
A last minute decision
That I had been over fed
Comfort eating again
Anything to blank it out
Anything to ease the duvet slide
And the inevitable clout
That is living
The mars bar
Was far too far to reach
The calorific content
Can confidently teach me
That it is junk food
Just a sugar hit
To glaze over
The reality of everyday living
Should I find strength
To roll over
To reach it
Sunday 28th September 2008 2:41 am
It is the spice of life
The tingle on your tongue
The flavour that excites
And rights culinary wrongs
So if your chilli isn't red hot
And your goulash is ghastly
If your vegetable samosas
Taste like persil pasties
Then you might find it expedient
To use a magic ingredient
It put hairs on my chest
And a jaunt in my walk
Made my taste buds bloom
Put a feast on my fork
So enhance your existence
Saturday 27th September 2008 3:56 pm
Love that he had in his heart
occupied my mind-all of the sudden
was him that stolen my lonely heart
there were only you he said;
and I knew, he was the one
that understood the sense of my very being
maybe there was only him to calm my heart
by taking the emptiness away
You were the one I love, he whispered
you were the one who felt the tears in my eyes
you were the one that changed m...
Saturday 27th September 2008 4:17 am
Also by Zuzanna Musial:THE PHANTOM | LOST IN YOUR EYES | WHO WAS SHE? |
Now the golden leaves are gone.
Winter, barefoot, stalks alone,
Through the naked trees.
Gone the warmth from sun and sky.
Gone the dancing butterfly.
Gone the summer bees.
Winter stirs the withered grass.
Trees draw back to let her pass
Fearing her cold breath.
Leaden snow clouds crowd the air.
Lonely sea birds wail up there
Crying tales of death.
All the sounds of earth and sky
Sing a mournful lul...
Friday 26th September 2008 8:08 pm
Also by Freda Davis:Love Song |
I'm gazing at a ceiling,
designed by a minimalist.
My patience screams,
my eyes drip.
The caffeine addicts,
chase nurses for small change.
I could have a cigarette,
from my overcoat.
What with its loose tobacco,
But I don't want to smoke,
So I'll wait.
Me and my baby,
in the Clair de Lune.
and my severed head.
Wednesday 24th September 2008 11:25 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:The Red Rose of Palookaville | Jimmy | Lithium Rose | Near Paddington |
I popped into Lovejuice today
To grab a spot of lunch
I met Sade’s Boyfriend
Making the pulped fruit punch.
He's a Smoothie Operator
Wednesday 24th September 2008 11:56 am
The moon went for a swim amongst the harbour boats
Yellow brushed against the slate grey surface of the water
Giving depth and tone to the ripples atop the high tide
The onshore breeze seemed to mould and remould
The undulation, with a sculptures eye and craftsman’s knife
Silhouetted by the melting moon, dolphins and seals
Dance amongst the moonbeams in an aerial ballet
Tuesday 23rd September 2008 11:55 pm
Also by Phil Golding:Plastic Face | Emotional Rainbow | Emotional Rainbows |
There will always be
stories of love,
to keep our hearts beating,
but hearts broken
is a different story.
There are days,
where I see the men,
whose hearts I have broken.
They visit me in sleep.
Their faces haunt my mind,
and the fangs of regret
are always sharp.
and the love
Tuesday 23rd September 2008 6:31 am
Today I’m going to teach you a lesson. Anything.
We’ve had enough of algebra and conjugating verbs
I’m going to conjugate you. It is an ordinary lesson,
You walk in and talk crap and we shut down.
I squash your control with a flick of my ruler
Across a geeks head. Love that scream, everyone laughs
You scream at the top of your voice like my name counts
No one cares, I care less. Yo...
Saturday 20th September 2008 10:39 pm
Also by Moira Eribenne:Up! | Ink lies seeping | Deviation | Sack the sat nav | CAD Education for Leisure censored! |
A bit of Poetic Humour for you...
My Dentist was in a boyband
Before he studied teeth
And, believe me, now he’s a dentist
It really is a relief.
You see the boyband he was in
We’re one of the worst around
A review described them as Awful,
With a really horrible sound.
Whenever they’d perform live
You’d hear the audience say
“Please stop them someone, someone please
Make the noise go away.”
Thursday 18th September 2008 11:20 pm
I just thought I would let you all know I've just had 12 poems published on this website
'Dark World International'
Why not let me know what you think!
Monday 15th September 2008 7:24 pm
I open my mind, find some small truth
With a pin I extract it; a braincell...
Well, it's proof.
If I feed it, water it, keep it warm
I might end up with 2, 10
Maybe a thousand more
I have no need to think now
With my braincell doing all the work
Finding ways to balance the economy
And...save the earth
It's a costly business, this
Brain in a jar
But it'll be worth it in the end
I can bu...
Friday 12th September 2008 1:51 pm
It's a modern trend that we are asked to give our opinion on the news - email us! visit the website! vote for your villains and heroes! - but sometimes people forget that the individuals in the news are real, often people who have never asked to be famous and by the misfortune of a tragedy are suddenly up for public consumption, an interpretation - denigration - of character by those who have n...
Friday 12th September 2008 4:26 am
An Cailín Bocht Marbh
Áileann a bhí a h-aghaidh,
Agus dathúil soiléir a bhí a tón,
Bhí airgead go leor ina póca,
Agus cóicéain suas a srón.
D’fhéach daoine uirthi,
Cailín óg d’fhiche bliain d’aois,
Bhí a pictiúr sna nuachtáin,
Agus ar an teilifís
Bhí soal breá ós a cóir,
Bhí gach rud ceart go leor,
Agus nuair a fuair sí bás,
Bhí an caoineadh di, mór.
Cúpla lá roimhe, I bPort Láirge,
Bhí cúpla fir óga,
Wednesday 10th September 2008 1:17 pm
I'm sick to death of repetition
show me something new
I need chaeos and disorder
I'm sick to death of ...
What excitement the world ending brings
Like the alternative ending of a film
The world waits for anarchy
She thrives on dis-equilibrium
This life is like a waltzer at a fairground
nauseating and repetitive
Let me off, I want to get of,
nauseating and ....
I need an adventure
a walk on the w...
Wednesday 10th September 2008 12:57 pm
Also by Richard Brooks:Are We Forever? | Fate |
The wet, westerly weather wantonly wreaks havoc on weary women, men and children in Wansbeck’s windy working streets and wrecks watery Newbiggin By-The-Sea as it wonders like a wrinkly wriggling worm bashing along shores, whipping up woodland willows and shunning shepherds.
In frenzy, the wayward warlock whooshes through Warwickshire then wonders to the south and east wagging Wilt...
Tuesday 9th September 2008 7:57 pm
Also by Lenford White:Varna Night - Part 2 |
If I stop drinking completely I find
The noisy neighbours deprive me of sleep
I become super-sensitive; they wind
Me up as I lie listening; they creep
Around, bang things and each other; they keep
Me from the point of drifting down the stream
Away from this dull, marshy plain to steep
And heady slopes where success is no dream
Gold nuggets just for me reflect the gleam
Of the still-risi...
Tuesday 9th September 2008 6:26 pm
All too soon they grow up
From little boys and girls
No more swings and roundabouts
No more fairy tales
Gone are the days of Santa
With presents in his sack
Little boys and little girls
There is no turning back
Nursery school, infants, junior then onto high
So many paths to walk
And many tears to cry
What happens to our children
Tuesday 9th September 2008 5:30 pm
My wife and I used to live
By a mountain lake
And sometimes when the sun came up
It was so clear, the water
You’d see two water bodies
Pressed against each other,
And when the wind whipped
They’d just roll into each other,
They’d love each other in the morning.
The sun would rise
Time would pass
And the heat would come,
Leaving only the original
Monday 8th September 2008 7:09 pm
this poem was removed because of legal reasons,
but as my case is now over i thought id put it back up
so here ya go -
how can i explain
ive only got myself to blame,
and now im drinking again
not as heavely though
as way back when,
now im going jail for
gbh with intent
over some fucking freatening
txt messages that basterd sent,
and now im facing about three
but ill be out in two
Monday 8th September 2008 1:35 pm
Sit back relax grab a beer
Gabriella’s got something she wants you to hear
Ok maybe its kinda naughty but have no fear
Jus check ur wives and hubbies aren’t near
If theyre not then were good to go, you’re in the clear
This is the relationship quiz
Not the Angelina jolie and brad stuff that’s all show bizz
So when your partners not at home
No new messages on the answer pho...
Monday 8th September 2008 4:54 am
Most days my face is an egg, but today it is a heroic oven-glove
It is from the second-world-war
It survived a bombing in London,
And helped a trapped woman free from burning rubble
The oven-glove is pink and a little bit burnt, but it looks nice
It helped to take pies out of an oven
And our soldiers ate these pies, and this made them strong
The oven-glove helped us to win the war
My friend thinks that th...
Saturday 6th September 2008 10:22 pm
The evil elves are in your house
And they are quieter than a mouse
They’re heading for your babies room
And they’ll get him very soon
They will play games with your head
Then snatch your baby from his bed
He’ll be replaced by an elf child
Wicked spiteful deceitful wild
You’ll love him as your very own
But he’ll disown you when he’s grown
This changeling child will be yo...
Friday 5th September 2008 6:32 pm
Like a terrifying poem about America,
only you could right, where are you tonight? Sweet
Allen Ginsberg of Patterson
Berkeley & New York City. I
found you leaping frog, from my Tibetan
book of dead, eyes alligned
swatting human flies with wormface and
coils unkempt, I come to know you as Allen
favouring you as bruder Alan, appearing
to ME again chanting Hare Krishna, ringing
bells so me...
Thursday 4th September 2008 9:55 pm
Welcome to Ruby Wrings
open floor show, with
special guests for
this star studded,
Special guests tonight
Martin o'huru and his
sidekick, "ju-ju" stick.
A big hand please
as he joins us on stage.
Give a huge welcome with
his infamous catchphrase.
"Let's make rain."
My next guest, ladies and
gentlemen. A philanderer. Who
Tuesday 2nd September 2008 8:53 pm
Two steps left, four forwards
and then three to the right.
Over and over again.
Meandering New Street like a chip
of Dover rock.
Ricocheting and changing course
all the way down the white cliffs.
But that has an end.
This does not.
It’s like twelve bores fighting
their way out of a cartridge.
Or twelve boars trying to escape
the farmers shot.
This is simply a...
Monday 1st September 2008 4:32 pm