Poetry Blogs (Jan 2009)
and of course
Adams apple is something
I’m prepared to overlook
we have not yet reached
the ungodly hour
ill cross the five o’clock shadow (AM)
when I go there
ill have to be a man ,to turn a blind eye
unless you carry a pocket razor of course
depends how good you are darling
and from where I’m stood
its good enough
I feel the stirring
I want your skin.
to scratch the curious itc...
Saturday 31st January 2009 2:26 pm
As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven knives
the bastard stabbed me seven times
statistics lie about knife crimes
Saturday 31st January 2009 1:36 pm
We all so want to believe,
Yet passage of time brings more
What wonders assail before two
And ten but then, the distant
Days bring a different score.
Ascent in years
Beleaguers all but paupere’d
Souls – for with nothing there,
No wealth to bare, the hint of
Paradise fuels an age...
Saturday 31st January 2009 2:41 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Adored | What Now the Bullet? | The Fashions of a Yeehaw Man! | Ctrl Esc? | Sick Of Myself | Walking Carrie | Fuchsias are an Autumn Flower | Blood On Tomorrow |
Spent the 250th anniversary of Robert Burns’ birth
in a Glasgow hotel
watching TV programmes about
the 250th anniversary of Robert Burns’ birth
From a record store on Union Street
bought a CD of Burns’ songs
with extra tracks
reissued and expanded to celebrate
the 250th anniversary of Robert Burns’ birth
Even attended a conference by HMRC
who collect excise duty
Friday 30th January 2009 9:53 pm
HITLER'S MOUSTACHE WAS TOO TIGHT FOR HIS FACE
THAT'S WHAT GOT HIM GOING IN THE FIRST PLACE
Friday 30th January 2009 3:02 pm
Also by M C Johnsonburger:Dolphin Friendly |
Her in reception, he service,
main dealer life
brings solid living.
Long held dream redeemed.
rose bed rich.
Goodbye dismal council flat,
drives moving van.
Loving effort, mighty loan
Credit died and dealer crashed,
tear stain faces
Dismal, dreary council flat.
Parents, disappointment hid,...
Friday 30th January 2009 2:06 pm
Also by Malpoet:Redundant | Guerre de Plume | Plume de Guerre | In A Bath Restaurant | Endowment | Night Out |
what would the caligrapher say?
her h's were too small
with a rather imposing t
and the e was a bit sad
never quite fully formed
compared to the p
but swinging to the left
was a swooping g
the sign of a creative mind
and perhaps a bit of insecurity....
Thursday 29th January 2009 8:58 pm
another chapter to begin,
but no words lie before me.
My dreams are no longer whispers
on pages written long ago
but finally, finally realized,
so why do I stare at nothing,
trying to spill black ink
to drown in the white?
Is it fear
that this year
will be like the last
and the one before that
and the one before that?
Will anything change,
opening those doors
that I have longed to ...
Thursday 29th January 2009 8:43 pm
The second-hand flicked past the fingers of midnight. Virgin moments of a new day. The 'Swordfish and Shave' was emptying for the night. There were just a few actors and overworked stagehands from the theatre festival remaining. A ragamuffin mist was rolling in from the Pacific, haunting the harbour.
John Fuller, the ordained 'Margarita King of Northern California' opened his till and checked ...
Thursday 29th January 2009 5:24 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Pursuit | Oxford Blue | Forever London | The Last Button on Wood Street | Paper Soul with Aretha Franklin | Alex | Through Nantes | The Question | Dandy | Ballad of the Broken Strings | Deep Soul Treasure Volume 1 | Goodbye to Billy's Super Rib | This Family Life | Tony Soprano in Bethnal Green |
Paralysed with anger,
You beat the walls with the sum of your strength,
Gritting your teeth is your relief,
As you spew curse after curse,
Likely not for better but for worse.
A tempest of fury,
Your heart pounds out your chest
Family defamed, you piss on your mother's name,
As you seem to dismantle, bone by bone,
Now there's no one, you're on your own.
It was a folly of f...
Wednesday 28th January 2009 3:59 pm
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:The Grand Fallacy | Potential | The Isle of the mighty |
I have just embarked on a project to record and release one sound poetry CDR every month throughout 2009.
Five of the seven tracks are available to listen to at the sonic obnoxion machine records site. CDRs are £3.
Wednesday 28th January 2009 9:26 am
I wander as lonely as a drunken fool, across the fields of black and grey,
bemoaning my attempts at steady forward motion.
These manmade battlements, undulating across mother earth,
must be mountain ranges, else why would my feet slip, trip,
threaten meetings betwixt this ungainly body and artificial floor.
I swear there are some magnetic forces at play, tying my feet it ...
Wednesday 28th January 2009 2:42 am
Also by Phil Golding:An artist’s brush away | I see you, but you’re not there |
See: www.myspace.com/digitalsmudge for more details.
As you will hear, two of my poems (which appear in their original form, written below) have been chopped and spliced along with some music to make something which may or may not be poetry. You decide! I had no input into this process, so was quite amused and pleased...
Tuesday 27th January 2009 7:06 pm
La Sablière, 22 October, 1941
Twenty-seven voices singing in the afternoon.
Let’s go, children of the homeland.
Let’s go, children of the homeland.
Let’s go, children of the homeland.
The darkest hour, across Europe.
Only two capitals raging still
against the killing of the light:
Iron doors closing.
Tuesday 27th January 2009 10:23 am
Also by Rod Whitworth:Hail to the chief |
The cold tap runs hot before it runs cold
The water is old it sits in the pipe
Next to the hot one
Absorbing the heat
We should be grateful
And plunge in our hands
Absorbing the heat
That sat in the pipe
Next to the hot one
Before it turns cold
The heat is a gift
Or rather a trade
A bargaining made
Monday 26th January 2009 6:32 pm
Also by Simon Rennie:Listening at the Statue to the Fallen |
Monday 26th January 2009 5:11 pm
Roads don’t just appear they are laid down
I will lay my own if I have to
So screw your slave to wage attitude
Screw your have to have a lover or a wife
way of life
screw your pathetic, apathetic way of thinking
screw your drinking and drug taking for kicks
there must be more to this damned life than that!
Screw your buying of home or flat
Monday 26th January 2009 12:34 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:This poet bleeds ink | I am a poet I bleed ink (draft) | sleeping with eyes open |
Today I was reminded of those Monday Morning Blues
Those tall iron gates; Dr Martin shoes
The nauseating smell of soggy mash, morning breaks
the tuck shop dash
School mates remarks, full of anger and hate:
Stealing your erasers, rucksack-making you late
On the sports field, running for your life; tall ones’
Speed past you, a quick dig, sharp as a knife
Trying your best to kee...
Monday 26th January 2009 11:07 am
Also by Belinda:a space in my apartment |
Somewhere, nowhere, between the press of sheets and ventilator’s suck and hush, his hourglass drips. The moving mountains mark his time, his pulse, his pressure, as he slips and slides through crusts of consciousness. These walls can barely hold him now; what’s left could smudge and melt away through every crack, but for the weight of years ��" the slack tide of a fading past...
Sunday 25th January 2009 2:08 pm
Also by Anthony Emmerson:A dish served cold | Two poems for lost love | "… not the only fruit" and "three kisses" |
Here are a few more new short short
short poems. This time they are all
in a series.
If you have seen me around Manchester
recently, you may well have seen me
I THREW MY EX GIRLFRIEND'S
CHRISTMAS PRESENT AT THE WALL
And a lot like
And hit me in the face.
I PLAYED FOOTBALL
WITH MY EX GIRLFRIEND'S
I fractured my foot
With the second kick
Saturday 24th January 2009 5:52 pm
TO BALDLY GO
Would you be appalled
If you saw I was bald
Or would you be enthralled
Go on and have a feel
My bonce has sex appeal
Could you fall for a slaphead
It has to be said
My head is made for hats
I’m a real cool cat
Looking funky, walking tall
I never stall
We could have a ball
So gimme a call
Let me take my pick
And make it quick
I want a moonlit flit
With a baldy chick
Saturday 24th January 2009 3:42 pm
Also by Tim Linton:Creativity Rap | Portly Portrates | Preston FM DJ |
was it part of his childhood
that kept him from walking with the few
people that you connect with
part of the problem
his stubborn fixation
on a lonely world alone
as outstretched arm occasionally offered
the olive branches
the grateful would snap off
she offered a world of love
by a crusade
part of childhood, had made him
the saddened form
the hulk of stone born
in a world his first cries rejected
Saturday 24th January 2009 3:36 pm
Train of thought
His weather-worn, mahogany,
Slumped on his chest in
I note the bag
under his seat.
Return to my book.
Onto Dewsbury’s platform.
The near-empty train
I don’t see him wake,
But notice him rise from his seat, glance up and down the carriage
Then head off.
I go back to my reading,
Something about a bag,
A heavy bag,
Under a ...
Thursday 22nd January 2009 5:23 pm
This is a true story about a girl I knew for just a little while. It’s a genuine tragedy. She wasn’t like the rest. It also forms a kind of rant against a system that not only let down this particular girl but many others as well. Hope you like it, or are moved by it even if its too sad to enjoy.
Young, slim, pretty Shiny black hair In satin waves Freshness of youth Delicate features Fragile...
Young, slim, pretty
Shiny black hair
In satin waves
Freshness of youth
Thursday 22nd January 2009 4:33 pm
Which is the Worst?
Above: Logo of Hamas, and an Israeli tank.
They suffered at our hands for ages
Only to inflict the same
On others in their own land
On which they laid claim
But there were those among the natives
From whom nothing else would do
But to wipe out Israel
And the death of every Jew
They claim to love Yahweh, Alla
But I think alas
The distain for God of an aethiest
Is more l...
Thursday 22nd January 2009 1:32 am
Ever wondered who uses the Write Out Loud web site the most?
Here are the top twenty people (excluding the WOL committee)
1. Darren Thomas
2. Janet Ramsden
5. Nabila Suriya
6. Steve Garside
7. Pete Cromton
8. Clarissa McKone (USA)
9. David Franks
11. Shoeless Carol
12. Gus Jonsson
13. Andy N
14. Martin Nelson
15. Zuzanna Musial (Canada)
16. Cayn White
17. Richard Brooks
Tuesday 20th January 2009 4:18 pm
I can't say I've been perfect
I know that I've sinned
But despite all my faults
I have not broken wind
I may have been naughty
And buzzed like a bee
But these terrible vapours
Have not come from me
So forgive me, my darling
And admit what is true
That these nasal offences
Were committed by you!
Tuesday 20th January 2009 1:34 pm
Also by Jon Ridgeway:Jesus Christ : The Real Man |
In this clip I read November' (1931) by famous Dutch poet JC Bloem, then my own 'Koud Rijm' (2002). Next is 'Solliciteren' (1993) by contemporary Ingmar Heytze, the...
Tuesday 20th January 2009 2:02 am
i start out looking at myself in the broken mirror
i tell myself that i'm ok
and to try not to worry
i tell myself that i'm alone in my head
the lie bounces off the cracked surface and hits my face
my eye closes over and a tear of blood rolls down my cheek
i tell myself that i'm being paranoid
and this one hits me in the mouth
i gag as the taste of blood catches the back of my throat
it tells me to stop
Monday 19th January 2009 10:29 am
Death will come to me dressed in grey
resembling an ordinary day
of muted birdsong in lazy trees
of slow dark clouds and muddied streams
of empty life and squandered years
of sleep-walking and idle dreams.
Sunday 18th January 2009 12:00 pm
Hello folks, have not writen for a while, but have a new offering. It's just some observations from a recent trip abroad. Just proves what I say about travel and new experiences, they get the creative juices flowing.
In My Mind
It’s the smell, the sounds, the sights,
The taste, and even the touch.
It’s in the body oil, the car horns, the beautiful colours,
The Paw paw a...
Sunday 18th January 2009 11:50 am
18th January- Performing at Gypsies Tent in Bolton as part of an Write Out Loud evening (open mic)
21st January- Performing in Sale as part of a Write Out Loud evening (open mic at the Waterside Arts Centre, a quid in)
28th January- Performing at the Octagon Theatre in Bolton. Poets Showcase organised by Write Out Loud
31st January- Performing at The Polish Parish Club in Bradford with Mo...
Sunday 18th January 2009 10:26 am
Also by Cayn White:A Glimpse Of God (with audio) | The Reality Dream Machine |
Spinning in air
from a spiderweb
suspended from a cliff.
I watched the waves
hesitate towards land,
Close my eyes,
in the air,
I hear siren songs,
ten miles out.
seeking their pelts
on the rocks.
Mourning, on the tide.
Unseen, lost time,
I was shrouded
in sea mist,
only a sigh
Saturday 17th January 2009 9:38 pm
Also by Deborah Bailey:Fragile |
Mists of time
fog my memory
are still my beacon.
I forget your name
I never forget
I love you
as I walk through
the ever-darkening forest
Thursday 15th January 2009 3:13 pm
Pier Head meets Manhattan: very strange.
It's not my student sphere, this Liverpool.
Only The Swan in Wood Street stays unchanged:
a haven for the chronically uncool.
A quarter century dies inside the door.
My nostrils drink a familiar Dettol whiff.
Same bikes outside, same sticky plank floor,
long hair, strong ale, thundering Metal riffs.
My crowd didn't do opera with the toffs...
Thursday 15th January 2009 12:09 pm
It’s all change here
We’ll watch telly in a brand new
Location, location, location
They have different news you know here
And funny foreign soaps
In between the normal English stuff
We’ll drink our tins on stripy chairs
Rubbing factor 5 into hairy backs
On scrubby patches of grass
Or dog shit beaches
While the children fight
And Mum screams she’s had enough
Wednesday 14th January 2009 10:15 pm
"I am the light that shines twice as bright,
The sword that cuts twice as deep
The running water that heals the wound
The dappled shade that offers calm."
Yet light is none too bright,
Illumines none too well,
And though it tries, it hardly serves
To push the darkness back at all.
And so it is with memory,
For though I try
I can't recall
Your face as first I saw your gra...
Saturday 10th January 2009 4:39 pm
How come where you are is where i want to be?
Thursday 8th January 2009 11:26 pm
Also by Hollie:The Dark | Australia | The Beach |
I craved solace from a whirlwind of hesitation
Always doubting my crazy path across the heavens
In essence, a week of Tuesdays had stilled my heart
Leaving yet more carefree flotsam in my mind
The shimmering light descended on my shadowed eyes
Scorching the hallowed anguish that hid behind
So feeling nothing more than an emptiness of virtue
Isolation, my new best friend, got up to s...
Wednesday 7th January 2009 11:04 pm
I want to throw myself away into the graceful light of words
And cast my soul among the waves that sweep into the sea of knowing
Where wisdom breaks against the shore to fill the void that never sleeps
Cooling these fires inside my soul that keep my happiness from growing
I watch the rocks come tumbling down as children play between the wars
Somehow their smiles are all we have to see the...
Sunday 4th January 2009 9:44 pm
Oh shit! I'm sixty + v.a.t. with the key to the tomb! Where have all the young women gone? They came and procrastinated for a while, some for a few months, some for a few years; then flew the nest to sing a different song. Now with old age creeping up I see, hair thinned out and fewer teeth, eyes that are bleary blue, a bit paunchy, with no young women hanging about. Oh shit! That le...
Thursday 1st January 2009 5:42 am